"Um, I was already a hero..."
Faced with the blonde reporter's look of "I have high hopes for you," Saitama scratched his chin a little helplessly.
After all, she had approached him with good intentions, unlike those idiots who judged people by their appearance and came over just to hurl personal insults. That was also what left Saitama feeling helpless.
If the latter really annoyed him, he could just punch them away and be done with it. A situation like this really wasn't something he was good at handling.
"...Huh!! You're a hero?"
Not only did the reporter's beautiful eyes widen as she covered her mouth in shock, but the cameraman behind her, drenched in sweat from running, was so startled that his hands shook, nearly dropping the camera off his shoulder.
-Wait, does the Hero Association have someone like him? "Tracksuit Balding Middle-Aged Man"? Why do I have absolutely no recollection of him?! ×2
Saitama: "..."
-Seriously, do your expressions have to be that obvious... Sorry for not wearing my uniform!
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In New Z City, the corner of Josen's eye twitched as he watched the shaky footage. Just what he'd expected of Saitama: a change of clothes was enough to make him unrecognizable to strangers. His uniform and cape really were his true body!
While Josen was snarking from afar, the reporter apologized somewhat sheepishly. "Sorry about that. In that case, sir, why don't you say hello to our viewers through our program? You can drum up some popularity for yourself as a hero too~~"
"Uh, I don't have any experience with that..."
Looking at the microphone and camera thrust in front of him again, Saitama leaned back slightly, feeling as though he had lost quite a few more hairs.
-Think back. How did Josen usually do it...?