"The meat's almost done..."
Saitama stared at the beef tumbling in the hot pot as it gradually changed color. Seemingly trying to distract Josen, he asked casually, "I think I heard a few more explosions just now. Rover and Iggy should be okay, right?"
Josen gave a cold chuckle, his intensely focused attention not wavering one tiny bit. "Of course they're fine. But what are you stretching your chopsticks so far for? That's against the rules!"
At a loss for words, Saitama withdrew his hand, but his eyes showed no sign of leaving the hot pot. Then he protested, "You did exactly the same thing with the last batch!"
"Yeah," Josen said with perfect confidence, his eyes likewise fixed firmly on the hot pot, "but wasn't this the rule you just proposed and voted through?"
"...Oh, right?"
Saitama froze, finally remembering the gentleman's agreement the two of them had just made.
As for why it was just the two of them, Genos wasn't an adult yet and had yet to properly grasp the principle that agreements were made to be broken!
Saitama scratched his head. "If I'd known, I would've... Ah, Josen! How could you make the first move? That's so babyish! Aaaaah!!"
Just then, a flash of blades appeared, moving far faster than an "Atomic Slash"!
In a single instant, all the veal, still bearing traces of blood, appeared in Josen's bowl!
"Medium-well is just right. Didn't see that coming, did you? This is my true attack stance, Saitama!!"
"Damn you! Josen!!"
Genos: "..."
-Is this the filthy world of adults?
After the battle.
Inhale-
Exhale-
With one "Normal Blow," Josen cleared every trace of the hot pot smell from the room. That ordinary breath rivaled the Allied Forces' version of "Wind Release: Great Breakthrough" from the later