The cyborg youth, with only half his body remaining, nodded in relief and said gratefully, "Then I'm sorry for the trouble again, Mr. Josen."
Josen patted Little Genos on the shoulder. "No big deal. Let's go."
With a pop, the familiar snap rang out at Josen's fingertips.
A smoky, misty blue portal opened, enveloping and swallowing the two of them before vanishing in an instant.
"Off they go. They really don't waste any time!"
Watching them leave, Saitama immediately rubbed his hands together.
Since he had promised Genos, he would definitely take care of all the Monsters here...
"...Huh?"
Saitama turned around and froze. All his enthusiasm went out like a roaring bonfire doused with a bucket of cold water.
There was not a trace of a Monster amid the waves of green stretching before him. The Hero ground forces, fresh from a grueling battle, were withdrawing from the forest.
Under Sekingar's coordination, some stayed on guard while others took out food prepared by the Association's logistics department and began an outdoor feast.
That was the thoroughly harmonious scene that greeted Saitama.
It sounded a little absurd, but it was very necessary for the Heroes.
In the battle just now, many had reached their physical limits, and quite a few had even overtaxed their bodies and minds, fighting on willpower alone.
If they did not use this lull in the fighting to replenish their energy, they might not even have the strength to stand up if they encountered more Monsters later.
Seeing Saitama standing all alone on the edge of the crowd, Glasses immediately got up and jogged over.
He first bowed, then asked respectfully, "Mr. Saitama, would you like to join us for something to eat?"
As an outstanding graduate of the S-Class Training Program, he revered Saitama no