Saitama wandered aimlessly among the ruins, walking for a long time.
Beneath his feet were only shattered blocks of concrete, the ground pitted and difficult to navigate. He skirted collapsed roof beams, stepped across winding fissures in the earth, and swept past patch after patch of crumbled shop remains.
Only scorched earth and broken walls remained in view, all buildings reduced to rubble under the impact of the calamity. The streets were torn apart and riddled with gasps by massive earth fractures; restaurants, convenience stores, vending machines, every facility related to food had vanished without a trace.
During the fierce battle just now, his entire mind had been focused on the fight, leaving him completely unable to feel hunger.
Until the smoke cleared and the tension subsided, the discomfort of an empty stomach surged up fiercely.
His stomach emitted a loud "grumble."
Saitama stopped in his tracks, frowning as he looked around.
To the left was a deep, pitch-black rift valley, to the right were piles of rubble stacked like mountains, ahead was a barren wasteland flattened by the shockwave, and behind him was the battlefield where the clash had just ended, equally unlikely to yield any food.
"I walked such a huge circle, yet I couldn't even run into a single place that sells food."
He scratched his head and muttered softly.
...This place is way too clean.
Only at this moment did he truly realize a reality.
In this area, he simply couldn't find a single bite to eat.
Genos had already ascended into mid-air at some point.
Optical lenses lit up with light-blue scanning rings that expanded outward in circles, covering the entire land. Thermal detection, structural signals, power sources, vital signs—all parameters capable of locating "dining establishments" operated simultaneously.
A few seconds later, he landed.
"Teacher."