J City, by the roadside, in an open park.
Two figures, one tall and one short, sat on a park bench. The scene was unexpectedly harmonious.
The taller one was naturally Josen, and the shorter one was Mumen Rider, who had just come out of the clinic.
Since it was working hours, the park was very quiet.
When they met, Josen had taken off the War God Baseball Cap he used to conceal his identity.
The thing worked on the same level as Superman's glasses. Putting it on was practically equivalent to transforming.
Even acquaintances would be very likely not to recognize him if they did not know beforehand.
Beside Josen, Mumen Rider also took off his helmet and eye mask, revealing short, cropped hair and layers of bandages wrapped around his head. His face also bore patches of bruising left by his fight with the Monster.
He took a pair of glasses from a pocket inside his armor and put them on, looking somewhat youthful and scholarly.
At that moment, Mumen Rider looked like an ordinary college student who had been cornered in an alley and bullied by thugs after class, not at all like a Hero who had just fought a fierce battle with a Monster.
Josen glanced around and spotted a vending machine not far away. He immediately said, "Let's have some soda. My treat."
"Oh..." The somewhat reserved Mumen Rider glanced at the unassuming S-Class Hero beside him and inexplicably relaxed. With a modest smile, he said, "Then an orange soda for me, please. Sorry for the trouble."
"Oh, orange soda again?"
Muttering quietly, Josen could not help recalling when he had first met Saitama. He smiled. "No problem."
With a snap of his fingers, a thousand-yen bill floated into the air out of nowhere. Before