A Convenient Matter (1): The Fastest Cheetah

Saitama straightened up and dusted himself off. Neferpitou's corpse lay sprawled amid the rubble, and Terpsichora's golden phantom had completely faded away. He had held back a little on that punch just now; otherwise, the entire nest would have collapsed, making it even more troublesome to find Netero.

When that dark-red Nen signal had shot into the sky, he had noticed two even stronger Nen Pressures rushing this way—not Meruem, but two other Royal Guards. More troublesome still, the signal was like a full-band broadcast, drawing in every scattered Nen Pressure throughout the nest. They packed together densely, like a swarm of hornets whose nest had been disturbed.

"Netero should be fighting Meruem right now." Saitama glanced toward the horizon, where faint flashes from colliding energies could be seen and even the air trembled slightly. After getting his bearings, he said, "Going that way should be right."

He had barely taken two steps with the plastic bag in hand when an incredibly faint set of footsteps came from the distance. They were not chaotic footsteps, but the footsteps of a single person—so fast they were almost inaudible. Inside the bag, half a packet of plain potato chips gently rustled, and Saitama instinctively tightened his grip on it.

"Forget it. I'll take care of this one blocking the way first."

The first to arrive was Cheetu, the cheetah-type ant officer.

He was the fastest of all the ants, so fast that even Squadron Leaders could not catch his shadow. Because of that, he had always been unbelievably arrogant, convinced that even Lord Pitou might not be able to keep up with his speed. When he received Lord Pitou's highest-level distress signal, he did not hesitate to leave the main force behind and rush over first—he wanted to kill the intruder before