Using the Mirror God Eye to continuously output a large amount of pupil power for up to seven hours is actually still achievable for the current Meikyō.
This time, however, what he perceived with his Mirror God Eye was far more extraordinary.
In particular, one of the Solar Storm directly Mercury.
A large amount of ultra-high-energy plasma and high-energy charged particles, accompanied by extremely strong electromagnetic radiation, were poured onto Mercury in this solar eruption.
Seven hours finally passed, and with the final burst of energy, the solar flares dimmed slightly.
Yet this vast sun still hangs in the center of the Solar System, recklessly releasing its endless light and heat into the vast universe.
"It's finally over. Ever since I went bald, I haven't felt this kind of emotional stirring. Unlike the burning passion of longing, this is a simple inner throbbing."
Saitama's goofy face showed a look of amazement.
"Let's go back. I feel like I might need to get some rest."
Meikyō rubbed her sore and swollen eyes, feeling a fatigue she hadn't felt in a long time.
The last time I had this feeling was when I was fourteen years old in the Demon Slayer World, when I fought alongside Rengoku Kyojuro and killed Muzan while Muzan Kibutsuji.
That time, after I finished the last blow and saw Muzan Kibutsuji completely turn to ashes, I fainted on the spot.
However, now that I possess the Sage Body, my recovery ability and physical strength are much stronger and I can withstand more damage.
"Oh, you look tired. Shall I take you home?"
Saitama saw Meikyō's appearance, he immediately asked her with concern.
"I'd better not. I'm afraid I'll cause some trouble on Mercury and the Moon again. Besides, with Earth's coordinates, I can directly open a portal to Earth, which would be more convenient."
Meikyō pointed a finger into the air, and a Teleportation Circle leading to the Hero Association's apartment was opened.
"About the barbecue party..."
"We set off at 6 p. m., and we just had dinner. So it should be close to 2 a. m. now. I should be able to recover after I go back and sleep for about 10 hours. It will only be noon by then, so I will have plenty of time to prepare."
"Looks like there'll be a barbecue party soon!"
Saitama, with an expectant expression on his face, and Meikyō stepped into the Teleportation Circle.
Meikyō woke up right on time, exactly at twelve o'clock.
Because the ingredients he had ordered were scheduled to be shipped at 12 o'clock, and at that time he received a phone call to confirm the order, which woke Meikyō up.
"Yes, that's right, that's great! Thank you."
Meikyō put down her phone and ended the call with the person in charge of liaison with Evolution Group.
As a shareholder and global brand ambassador of Evolution Group, Meikyō naturally has a dedicated person within the Evolution Group to handle her liaison.
All the ingredients for the barbecue party that night were high-end products purchased from Evolution Group.
Meikyō tapped her fingers, walked to the window, and looked at the midday sun.
The sunlight at this time of day is glaring, but it seems so gentle compared to the Meikyō, which faced Solar Storm on Mercury yesterday.
"The dimensional slash we developed with Saitama on the moon has basically taken shape. Although it hasn't yet achieved the long-distance, cross-space instantaneous strike we initially envisioned, it can shorten the attack distance by ten times. Opponents of the same strength level should have a hard time dodging it."
"As for its power, it's still uncertain. After all, Saitama's strength is really incomparable. But with the double gravity strike and space tearing ability formed by spatial distortion and Psychic Power, it can definitely damage enemies of my level. At least it has the ability to harm myself."
Meikyō tapped her fingers on the windowsill, lost in thought.
"Let's just call this move Gravity Dimensional Slash. It'll probably be quite difficult to develop it further in the short term. We can only learn from it and improve it through actual combat. As for the Solar Storm..."
I don't know where to start.
Having witnessed the entire process of this Solar Storm, I was truly deeply moved.
Even if Meikyō were to use its own power to simulate a Solar Storm, it could only create a miniature Solar Storm. Although it could probably cause quite a stir, that would be inefficient and even wasteful.
The best approach, of course, is to develop new techniques based on what we've learned this time.
Just as I was thinking, a commotion came from the square downstairs.
"Be opposed to!"
"Protest!"
"We also want normal, cool hero names!"
In the square, a dozen or so Hero Association heroes held up signs and loudly protested towards the Hero Association's headquarters building.
"This is... Saitama is involved too? And these people seem to respect Saitama quite a bit?"
Meikyō stroked his chin, surveying the scene below.
"Caped Baldy! We have a favor to ask of you!"
A Glasses man wearing a white lab coat, with an afro and a somewhat sleazy face, grabbed Saitama's arm.
"Um... Can you speak properly? Also, could you please stop calling me by my hero name and just call me Saitama?"
Saitama's face darkened as he pushed the Glasses man's face away.
"It seems even you, the Caped Baldy who's an A-rank hero, can't stand your own hero name?"
"I told you not to call me by my hero's name!"
Saitama said in a frenzy.
"I'm Perverted Doctor, ranked 34th in B-rank; he's Perverted Underwear Superman, ranked 52nd in B-rank; he's Red Nose Clown, ranked 18th in C-rank; and this is Beer Bottle Drunkard, ranked 23rd in C-rank..."
The lewd- Glasses man, also known as the Perverted Doctor. Saitama, introduced the names of the many heroes present to Saitama one by one.
At that moment, Saitama realized that his hero reputation was actually not bad among these people.
"We are all heroes who came together because we are dissatisfied with the hero names that the Hero Association arbitrarily assigned to us. We hope to form Hero Name Victims Association to formally protest to the Hero Association and demand that the names be changed! For example, I should be changed to Genius Shell Scalpel Pure White Knight, Wig Warrior wants to be changed to Golden Knees, Beer Bottle Drunkard wants to be changed to Brave Fearless Youth!"
Saitama understood now.
"You came to me to join you, right? And I really am not happy with my hero's name!"
Saitama immediately felt a shared hatred for these people.
"Great! Caped Baldy, I hope you can become the leader of our Hero Victims Hero Association. We are just a group of B-rank and C-rank heroes, and we don't get any attention from the Hero Association at all. But if you, an A-rank hero, join us, we will definitely receive more attention from the Hero Association, and our chances of changing our hero names will be greater!"
The Perverted Doctor held Saitama's hand and spoke with great emotion.
"Great! I'm duty-bound to do something this important! I'll join!"
Saitama responded with a determined look and took action, taking a sign from the hand of the Perverted Underwear Superman with a pair of briefs on his head.
"Protest!"
"Protest!"
"Resist unethical use of heroic titles!"
Hero Association headquarters.
Sitch sighed as he walked out of the high-level meeting room.
He had already noticed the emergence of the Neo Organization and learned that the organization had poached many civilian experts who were considered to have S-rank potential, and that many heroes within the Hero Association had already submitted their resignations and were preparing to switch sides.
But the Hero Association's higher-ups didn't take it seriously, and even...
Just as Sitch was agonizing over his situation, he heard voices of protest from the square outside the window.
"That's... the A-rank Bald Cape? And those heroes behind it."
Sitch frowned as he watched Saitama shouting until his face turned red and his neck bulged.
He might not remember other heroes, but Saitama is currently a candidate for S-Class Hero, and he has a very close relationship with S-rank heroes like the Scarlet Ninja and the Cybernetic Freaks. It's impossible for Sitch not to remember him.
"Requesting a change of hero's name? I wonder if the other higher-ups will do the same. Sigh, these are turbulent times..."
Sitch shook his head, his tone full of helplessness.
He is the one who actually does the work among the Hero Association's upper echelons, but those who are in charge are the wealthy and powerful people who co-founded the Hero Association with Arnieg.
Night falls.
The weather in March and April is not so cold anymore, and with the clear skies, countless stars hang in the sky, along with a moon with a large crater on its surface.
Wow, so many people have come! It's so lively!
Saitama stuffed a grilled shrimp into his mouth, looked at the lively lawn, and exclaimed in amazement.
Dozens of heroes have come here today for a barbecue party.
Most of them live in the Hero Apartment, and some live in the nearby city. If they live further away, unless you are very fast, it will be too late.
"As expected of Saitama- sensei! He ate even faster than I cooked!"
Genos stood in front of the barbecue grill with a serious expression, holding a large skewer of meat in each hand and placing them on the grill.
"Genos, you should have some too."
"No! Saitama- sensei, today's training is to make enough barbecue! This will improve my eyesight, hand speed, and temperature control!"
Seeing this, Saitama simply grilled meat with Genos.
"We've brought in five whole shipping containers to hold all this food. Even with a large workforce, can we really finish it all?"
As Fubuki brushed honey onto the grilled meat, she looked at the containers being unloaded from the truck in the distance and asked a question.
"It's okay, we can definitely finish it, because he's here."
Meikyō stuffed a mouthful of roasted lettuce into her mouth and pointed to the opposite side.
"One hundred more beef skewers, please!"
"Oysters! Oysters! Quick! We're running out of grilled oysters!"
"I'm almost out of chicken wings!"
"And grilled squid!"
The five invited barbecue chefs were sweating profusely, their hands moving at lightning speed.
Amidst the enclosed barbecue grills, Pig God devoured skewers and mouthfuls of food.
"Pig God, I remember he's in J-City, right?"
"Yeah, after hearing that we were having a barbecue party, I rushed to A-City right before the party started."
After taking a small sip of his chilled beer, Meikyō continued eating skewers.
This time it's grilled octopus legs.
This stuff is available in Infinity quantities tonight because Evolution Group initially had Infinity high-quality octopus meat thanks to the additional results of creating clones from Genus. This allowed Evolution Group to start with the takoyaki market and eventually become a giant in the catering industry.
"How about you get some grilled oysters? We also have grilled chives here."
After finishing the grilled meat, Fubuki mumbled something to Meikyō.
"I don't mind, but are you sure you can handle it?"
Meikyō glanced at Fubuki and said sarcastically.
Fubuki's rosy cheeks, illuminated by the glow of the charcoal fire, turned even redder.
As the weather warms up, Fubuki isn't wearing a white fleece coat today, but rather a dark green openwork dress. Her makeup is fresh and elegant, and below her fair and slender thighs are a pair of blue semi-transparent high heels that look like they belong to the food industry.
"So you were here!"
Tatsumaki, holding several grilled meat skewers in each hand, flew to Meikyō and Fubuki's side.
"Sister, you're here! Try this, I just baked it."
Fubuki held the lamb skewers in her hand to Tatsumaki's mouth.
Tatsumaki didn't stand on ceremony; she used her Psychic Power to control the lamb, making it fly off the skewer and into her mouth.
"Your eating style is soulless."
Meikyō shook her finger at Tatsumaki.
"Tch! Mind your own business! Fine, Fubuki, you should try what I baked!"
Tatsumaki proudly handed the skewers of grilled meat in her hand to Fubuki.
Fubuki took the grilled meat, glanced at the specks of black ash on Tatsumaki's face, and then looked at the skewers that were mostly charred and a few parts charred, and hesitated.
Her sister never associates with anything related to cooking.
"Eat up! What are you waiting for? Eat up!"
Tatsumaki looked at Fubuki with anticipation on her little face.
Feeding her younger sister was something she hadn't done in a long time since Fubuki had grown up.
"I... I'm just so touched. I just feel... this kind of good thing definitely needs to be shared, right, Meikyō..."
Before Meikyō could reply, Tatsumaki interrupted:
"No, Fubuki, this is grilled meat filled with your older sister's love, a reward for your growth over this period of time. You can't give it to anyone else!"
The Fubuki motion was somewhat petrified.
"You don't mean you don't like the taste, do you?"
Tatsumaki's face showed a hint of hesitation.
"How... how could this be..."
"Hehe, this is absolutely delicious, no less than the roast meat grilled by those master chefs, absolutely delicious! I'll try one and show you."
With a flick of Tatsumaki little hand, a piece of grilled meat detached from the skewer and flew into Tatsumaki's mouth.
Then...
"Vomit--!"
"Damn it! Who was that guy again? How dare he lie to me!"
In the distance, the Rhythm Heaven of the chef's carefully grilled meat startled him, and he immediately crouched behind the crowd.
Why is he always the one being bullied by these S-Class Hero? Just now, that Tatsumaki even forced him to eat barbecue that tasted worse than poison...
"I'm so miserable!"
The Rhythm Heaven made me want to cry but I couldn't.
"Oh well, never mind!"
Tatsumaki waved her hand helplessly.
Rhythm Heaven was a taster she casually found after baking, and at the time, under the latter's coercion, she had no choice but to say "delicious" against her will.