The Tatsumaki sisters spoke quietly off to the side, and Josen's ears twitched nearby.
Under the coverage of his Mantra, even the faintest sound could not escape his ears.
Sure enough, once someone's psychic power reached a certain threshold, they could see Stands even without being a Stand User. So far, the ones he had encountered were Saitama and Tatsumaki.
Still, it was no big deal.
F-kid was already a powerful combat unit in his own right. With one more upgrade, there would basically be no need to worry about damage to the Stand affecting its user.
F-kid: That's right! I'm super brave!
Meanwhile, Saitama recalled the situation in the kitchen and said, "Right now, Genos and that guy with the white, spiky hair are busy in the kitchen."
Well, damn. White, spiky hair...
Josen could not help picturing Garou looking utterly displeased, wearing the same black-and-white apron as Genos, his muscular frame bulging as he frantically washed and trimmed vegetables by the sink.
"..."
An intense sense of incongruity arose.
His eyes narrowed into a blank stare. Going by Saitama's description, had Bang banished Garou to vegetable-washing duty?
Josen glanced in surprise at Bang, who was exchanging pleasantries with King. The old man wore a sunny smile. Heaven knew how he had convinced Garou to work in the kitchen.
After all, that guy was a training maniac who practically wished he could train twenty-four hours a day!
Another half hour passed, and the sky had gone completely dark.
Bubble, bubble, bubble...
A high-powered induction cooker and an extra-large hot pot had long since been set up in the dining room. A whole block of Sichuan-style beef-tallow soup base had already been added and brought to a boil, its savory, numbing, spicy aroma drifting through the air.
The kitchen's champion-and-runner-up