Josen and Sekingar stood facing each other. Though the latter was not a Hero, he, too, had a heart as sincere and ardent as gold.
"In that case, thank you for your hard work."
Under Josen's gentle gaze, Sekingar bowed slightly and replied, neither servile nor arrogant, "It's my duty."
"Everyone, it's about time. All the Association's Heroes who answered the call for this extermination mission have now arrived. I hereby announce that the operation to exterminate the Monster Association officially begins now!"
Josen paused, then continued, "Our objective this time is to eliminate the Monster Association's Dragon-level executives and prevent them from launching surprise attacks on human cities and causing irreparable losses."
At that moment, Saitama, who was sipping chilled orange soda through a straw, could not help turning to glance at Josen.
Actually, those losses could be repaired, right? After all, Josen, you can even reverse time.
Josen: "..."
Noticing the grin on Saitama's oval, bald head, Josen could not help twitching at the corner of his mouth.
Cut it out. Keep quiet.
He exchanged a glance with Saitama and confirmed that he would not sell him out.
Raising an eyebrow without otherwise betraying anything, Josen continued addressing the S-Class Heroes. "According to my earlier reconnaissance, the enemy has yet to build up its strength to its peak. Leave their leader, the Monster King Orochi, to me or Saitama. Deal with the remaining Monsters however you like."
Josen's prebattle briefing was extremely simple. There were no lengthy speeches, and he did not even lay out any substantial tactics.
But none of the S-Class Heroes present objected. Their earlier discussion of the intelligence had been so detailed, and even if they encountered a Monster they could not handle for the moment, they could call for backup through the mental