By then, the remaining pile of N cards had little real value.
Josen swept his gaze over them, stopping on one particular card.
He returned the other Fantasy Cards to the deck, keeping only that one.
The white card depicted a tacky, ostentatious Stars and Stripes cape. One look was enough to make anyone think that whoever wore it must have something seriously wrong with their head.
Josen had F-kid activate his Stand Ability to materialize it, then casually tossed it into the bathroom.
Saitama often got the floor wet when washing his hands or vegetables. Ugly as this rag was, its thick material made it well suited to use as a cleaning cloth.
In that case, he might as well visit that world next.
With both hands behind his head, Josen made his decision.
"Saitama, where's the rag in the bathroom?"
Early one morning, Josen slid open Saitama's bedroom door.
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Saitama yawned, rubbed his eyes, and glanced at the sky outside the window. "Why are you up so early today, Josen?"
"The rag in the bathroom... Let me think. Oh! I had diarrhea last night and clogged the toilet. The rag got too dirty wiping the floor tiles, so I threw it out during the night."
"Uh..."
Josen was speechless, but then Saitama got up and rummaged through the bottom storage cupboard, pulling out half a Stars and Stripes cape.
"That rag was way too big, so I cut half of it off beforehand. Do you need it?"
"I don't know where you found this cloth, but it was so hard to cut that I nearly broke our only pair of scissors. I ended up tearing it apart with my bare hands..."
As Saitama muttered, F-kid's muscular, pale-purple figure stepped out of Josen's