"Good afternoon, King!"
Josen greeted King too, then narrowed his dead-fish eyes into a death glare at a certain egghead who barely had any hair left to lose. "Hey, hey, hey, could you stop acting like you're the one who's been winning all afternoon? King, I went easy on him just now. That's the only reason he got a chance to turn things around with a sliver of health!"
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As King listened, the corners of his mouth lifted into an honest smile, his expression saying, "No need to explain. I understand."
After spending so much time with Josen, even Saitama had long since learned how to be snarky. He picked up the hot tea F-kid had refilled for him and remarked with the air of a true master, "Tch, a loss is a loss. Unlike a certain someone, I'm not a sore loser~~"
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He was just begging for a punch!
Josen stared in shock at the smug, fuzz-covered egghead before him. "Oh↗ Then let's go another round! You're dead!"
After another fierce battle, Saitama, who had lost ten rounds in a row, stood up first. "Genos, I'm hungry. Is dinner ready?"
As if he had gone selectively blind, Saitama completely ignored Josen smugly flashing a victory sign beside him. He walked straight over to Rover, who was playing by biting his own tail, and scooped him up. "Oh, Rover, so you're hungry too! Why didn't you say so sooner?"
Rover: "Woof... woof, woof!" (I'm not, I didn't, don't put words in my mou... hey, actually, that works!)
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Genos, who had been busy petting a dog, instinctively glanced at the brilliantly sunny sky outside out of the corner of his eye. Then he abruptly stood up and said earnestly, "If you're hungry, Master, dinner will be