"From now on, make your own decisions, Fubuki."
With Josen having stroked away the rest of her anger, Tatsumaki slowly withdrew the aura of a powerful Psychic Power user, her lips curling into a threatening smile. "Hmph, if I find out you got hurt because of those so-called group members of yours, I absolutely won't let them off. Do you hear me?"
Fubuki: "..."
What does me getting hurt have to do with my group members?
Fubuki didn't get it. She really wanted to say that everyone in the Fubuki Group could protect themselves.
Before she could speak, she noticed the signal in Josen's eyes and obediently shut her mouth, no longer talking back.
"...I understand!"
That night.
After spending the entire day having fun with Tatsumaki in A City, Josen only returned to Z City late that night.
Since they had taken precautions beforehand, nothing unexpected had happened all day.
That meant no ordinary people had discovered his relationship with Tatsumaki.
Saitama's apartment.
Genos came out onto the balcony with the washed laundry and ran straight into Josen, who had just descended from the sky. He immediately nodded in greeting. "Mr. Josen, you're back."
Josen changed into slippers and greeted him with a smile. "Good evening, Genos. Still busy with the housework? You're so hardworking!"
Holding Saitama's shirt and a hanger, Genos responded to Josen's praise with a modest smile. "Not at all. As his disciple, these are all things I should be doing."
Josen keenly noticed a new patch of fine stitching on Saitama's beach shirt and couldn't help asking, "What, did you two run into a monster while you were out today?"
"Yes!"
Genos paused. Although he had no idea how Josen knew about it, he still earnestly described the entire incident in detail.
"Today, while