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Saitama looked half-asleep as he gazed blankly at Josen.
"Oh, Josen. When did you get back?"
Josen poured himself a cup of hot water and drained it, then poured Saitama one as well. "Just now. You're awake."
"Ahh... yeah, I'm awake..."
Saitama yawned and stretched, then rubbed his eyes and asked, "Oh, right. Where's Genos?"
"Not long after bringing you back, I told Genos to go find Master Bang. They should be training in the hills behind the dojo now."
Holding his cup in one hand, Josen reached out with the other and hauled the sleepy-eyed Saitama up from the tatami. "Your disciple's working so hard. Is it really okay for his master to take it this easy?"
"Uh, well..."
Saitama scratched his head, took the cup Josen offered him, and had a sip. He was already used to that eerie, chilly breeze that suddenly appeared behind his head.
(F-kid in the mental space: That's right! It was yours truly!)
"My mistake, my mistake. I just had a tiny bit too much to drink at lunch, didn't I?"
Josen eyed him skeptically. "More like a billion tiny bits, right?"
Saitama grinned, trying to bluff his way through. "Aw, come on. Let's not fuss over little things like that!"
As he spoke, he briskly threw on his colorful short-sleeved beach shirt, looking full of energy. "In that case, let's hurry over and check on Genos!"
Josen had no objections and nodded. "Sure. Let's go."
The hills behind the dojo.
Passing through the rear courtyard of the Flowing Water Dojo, they were greeted by an expansive view.
A large stretch of the once-dense mountain forest had been cleared to serve as a natural, open-air training ground for the disciples.
The sun was blazing now, and few