Thinking of Genos reminded Saitama of what Little Genos had said earlier: he would make him a deluxe wagyu and seafood sukiyaki combo at the instructors' cafeteria tonight!
"Even though this pumpkin flesh looks pretty fresh, if I fill up on it, I definitely won't have room for that deluxe combo hot pot tonight..."
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Holding the huge chunk of pumpkin, he weighed his options several times before finally, reluctantly throwing away the pumpkin monster flesh he had picked up.
"Well, never mind, then!"
The sun was setting, and the fiery evening clouds cast a hazy yellow glow over the human world.
"It's getting late, too!"
Shaking the strange liquid of indeterminate color off his gloves, Saitama looked at the pumpkin flesh scattered over the ground, giving off a faint, sweet aroma of food, and suddenly felt a billion times hungrier again.
Then he thought of Genos's special deluxe combo hot pot...
Forget it. That's enough of this Class B Hero work for fun today!
Collecting himself, Saitama ignored both the crowd behind him wildly celebrating surviving another day and the tabloid reporters striding over to snag firsthand interviews. He stretched, preparing to wrap up his Hero activities for the day.
Looking up to get his bearings, he immediately strode toward Z City into the sunset, happily lifting his knees high with each step.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished from everyone's sight.
The scene returned to the instructors' dormitory.
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Sitting cross-legged on his bed, Saitama frowned, because his memories of the day ended abruptly at that point.
If that were all, the day would have been just like any other, with nothing wrong at all.
But nothing he had experienced had left any trace. In the blink of an eye, he had returned to