The Essence Grass field was bustling.
After a morning of getting used to each other, the synchronization between the two groups grew higher and higher.
Gon and Killua worked together with the best coordination, succeeding seven or eight times out of ten.
Kurapika and Leorio gradually found their rhythm as well, and their success rate continued to rise.
A small pile of intact Essence Grass had accumulated on the field, golden and glowing with a soft radiance.
Everyone picked and ate as they went, feeling increasingly comfortable and energized.
Only Saitama squatted off to the side, looking bored.
He had tried teaming up with the others to pick grass several times, but every time, he moved too fast and withered the grass the moment he touched it.
In the end, no one was willing to team up with him anymore.
"Boring."
Saitama scratched his bald head, yawned, then stood up and looked around.
Just then.
Several enormous butterflies flew over from the edge of the distant forest sea.
Each butterfly was larger than half a person, with colorful wings dusted in gold. Whenever they flapped, fine golden powder drifted down like stars, carrying a faintly sweet fragrance.
They were Gourmet Butterflies unique to high altitudes. The scales on their wings were edible, sweet as candy, and considered a rare little ingredient.
Saitama's eyes immediately lit up.
"Hey, that looks pretty!"
Without another word, he took off after them.
"I'm going to catch a butterfly and be right back!"
He ran incredibly fast, darting into the nearby forest sea in just a few strides and chasing the butterflies farther and farther away.
"Teacher Saitama sure has a lot of free time." Gon laughed and called after him, not thinking much of it.
"That's just how he is." Killua curled his lip,