While waiting for dinner, Josen lay faceup on a balcony lounge chair, wearing sunglasses.
He looked as though he were on a beach vacation, but beyond the balcony, all there was to see was the dark, lightless Abandoned Zone beneath the downpour.
The rumbling thunderstorm made the deserted city seem even quieter. Ordinary people who wandered in always had the illusion that something sinister had its eyes on them, and a chill would run down their spines after just a few steps.
Then they would discover that the hair-raising sensation was not actually an illusion, and soon disappear into the city's darkness.
After all, this was the Monster Association's headquarters.
Only someone like Saitama could live here without a care.
Saitama: I don't want to either, but the apartments here have free utilities and no rent!
"How much longer, Saitama?"
Josen called toward the kitchen. Amid a clatter of pots and pans came the voice of a sweat-drenched Saitama. "Almost done! It's only taking this long because you bought so many ingredients, Josen!"
"Oh?" Josen adjusted his sunglasses and gave a cold laugh, speaking with the authority of the man footing the bill. "Then I won't buy any next time."
"I'm sorry!!"
As he shouted his apology, the rapid chopping in the kitchen grew even more spirited.
Perhaps this was Saitama's training.
Seeing that dinner would not be ready for a while yet, Josen remotely turned down the induction cooker's heat setting, lest the pot scorch before the food was ready.
Then he brought out another gain from his secluded training.
It was a thick stack of blank cards, roughly a hundred in all.
Uses of "Fate Draw" still accumulated on schedule even when he traveled to other worlds, and more than three months had added up to a considerable