Seeing the powerful physique hidden beneath Saitama's plain, even more than a little tacky uniform, Captain Mizuki, an avid muscle enthusiast herself, instantly turned into a fangirl. "I overlooked it before, but now that I look, his muscles are amazing too!"
Slurp, slurp...
Genos: ???
What the hell was that noise?!
"Of course!"
Genos calmly closed his notebook and tucked it into his pocket. While approving of Captain Mizuki's taste, he warily eyed the little bitch who might be a potential enemy, his eyes brimming with pride. "Master is the strongest!"
Mizuki: "..."
Josen: ???
You brat, you ungrateful little punk!
Do you have any idea who brought back the biological Android technology, or who supplied the vibranium for your combat suit?
*□!*
Hearing Genos put his master Saitama straight into the top spot, Josen narrowed his eyes in a death stare, mentally giving the young cyborg who failed to appreciate his elders a thorough tongue-lashing.
"Hiss-"
For no apparent reason, Genos felt a chill down the back of his mechanical body and had the distinct urge to break into a cold sweat. Then he realized something puzzling.
Wait, aren't I a cyborg??
"All right, that's about all the experience I have to share."
On the platform, Saitama scratched his head and turned to ask, "Josen, what do we do next?"
"Next, split into groups for sparring practice," Josen said, standing up and clapping his hands. "Anyone who needs to can spar with me or Instructor Saitama. Let's get started."
"Yes!" × N
Before everyone's voices had faded, Genos shot his hand up ahead of Captain Mizuki, making the tall, athletic girl puff out her cheeks and glare at him in displeasure.
"Master, I need to!"
Josen: "..."
Great request. Don't make it again!
A week later.
After taking