"Lord Super Police, you work so hard exterminating monsters. Your shoulders and joints must get uncomfortable sometimes, right?"
After a cup of sake, Okamaitachi's already rouged cheeks visibly flushed, and he worked up the courage to volunteer his services.
"Before I became Master's disciple, I systematically studied all kinds of massage techniques. Would you like me to help you relax? Don't worry, even Master has praised me. My technique is excellent!"
-No♂thanks!
"...Thank you, but I'll pass."
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Josen's forehead. He felt he hadn't been this nervous even when he fought Homelander.
That settled it!
Homelander < a cross-dresser!
Glancing at a certain handsome, sprightly old man nearby, he decisively deployed his "secret art: diverting trouble elsewhere." "Well, Mr. Silver Fang seems to have been a little stiff lately. Why don't you ask him whether he needs a massage?"
"All right, is that so..."
Politely turned down, Okamaitachi looked dejected. A gloomy aura immediately settled over him, and his entire figure faded into bleak shades of gray.
Bang, beside them: "..."
( ꐦ˙灬˙ )
-You little brat! How could you slander me out of nowhere in front of a young lady?! I'm in excellent health! I'd have to run at least several dozen kilometers before I even got a little winded!
-But...have I had too much to drink? Why does this young lady's voice sound a little off?
Sometimes, friendship between men was very simple to establish.
At some point, the disciples had sat down together and started a drinking contest.
After failing to win Josen over, Okamaitachi turned his sights on Genos, the second-most handsome young man present, and was now eagerly urging him to drink.
His full-body cybernetic modifications had long since eliminated certain worldly desires. Genos found nothing unusual about Okamaitachi