AN: So... 500 to 1k words, was it? He he he, I will admit I found this chapter a little boring to write up to a little over half of it, but one week later I present you the fruits of my labor. Enjoy!


Kaiyo had grown used to living in the small apartment he currently shared with his parents but that did not mean he enjoyed it. It had taken well over a couple of months to finally accept the fact that they were no longer living in a space apt for a family of three and instead had to share a small apartment with no bedroom where they were forced to sleep in the living room after all. So why had those two even considered allowing Genos to move in with them, less alone actually agreeing to it without consulting him?!

The day hadn't been all that great to begin with, he'd waken up to the sound of his mother's giggling (always fun, insert sarcasm here), eaten breakfast as fast as possible in order to leave home and not have to think about his parent's intimate life and accidentally chocked on some rice that ended up coming out of his nose (that had taken the appetite right out of him), gotten to school actually on time despite his best efforts to delay his journey, been partnered up with Tareo for a science experiment (that boy really enjoyed talking about heroes way too much), at lunch time realized he'd forgotten his bento at home and also his wallet (meaning no food at all) and despite everything forced himself to endure the entire days' worth of class (for his mother's sake). All Kaiyo had left to make the day actually worth it was to get home and watch his favorite cartoon while eating dinner but the moment he'd gotten to the apartment he was greeted by the sight of Genos in a pink apron declaring the meal was almost ready along with the explanation from his father that the cyborg would be living with them.

Needless to say the boy had excused himself and gone out, taking his frustration in any low ranking monster he saw in the ghost town part of Z-City.

Why was he reminiscing about it again?

"Kaiyo-san, I believe it's time for you to get up." Genos gently shook the eleven year-old awake in his futon.

…Oh yeah, that was why. The cyborg now fancied himself a housemaid and took it upon himself to wake Kaiyo up every morning. Even when he didn't have school because giant meteor pieces had devastated most of Z-City and the principal had given a week off to all faculty and students in order for them to get their lives back on track.

"Get bent, walking toaster, I'm trying to sleep." He mumbled with uncharacteristic rudeness and pulled the covering closer to his body.

"But I have prepared breakfast and it is now in optimal consuming conditions. Waiting will only make it less appetizing and, in consequence, less likely to be consumed."

"…Fine. If it will make you leave me alone I'll get up."

Grumbling, Kaiyo slowly crawled out of his oh so cozy futon on all fours, hair all over the place acting like a curtain around his face, and sat at the table in front of his parents and the breakfast Genos had prepared. His eyes were still somewhat glazed over from sleep but it looked like a standard arrangement of rice accompanied by some side dishes, so at least something good had come out of having another person living with them. Like less chores, including his responsibility to wash his plates that he now shifted over to Genos at any chance he got.

"Aren't you going to say good morning?" Lola commented from her spot at the table.

"What's good about this morning?" Kaiyo asked while stirring his natto.

"Come on, don't be like that. It's a beautiful day."

"He's kind of right." Said Saitama as he picked up the last piece of his tamagoyaki. "Z-City is still kind of in shambles because of the meteor. I'm still upset too because of my favorite supermarket." Placing his chopsticks down on the empty bowl of rice, he then got up and went to get changed into his hero outfit. "Genos, are you coming along?"

"Yes, sensei." The cyborg answered while taking care of the dirty dishes in the sink. "I only require one more minute to take care of my task at hand."

While the two heroes were talking, Lola thought about what had happened four days ago. It was true that there was still much to be done about the damage done by the pieces of the celestial body that had rained from the sky and even with the help from the Hero Association the repairs were bound to extend for a while. So many people had lost so much in such a short amount of time that there were not enough means to go around all at once, but things were shaping up, even if taking some time to get to what they used to. Luckily, despite the mob that had formed the other day around Saitama with the incitation with the Tank Toppers, things had quieted down enough for tempers to settle, so no one else had bothered the bald man when he went out.

Looking at her son, the albino woman suddenly got an idea. "You know, Saitama, why don't you take Kaiyo out on patrol with you and Genos?"

"I'm not sure…" It wasn't like he didn't want his son to come along, but he already had Genos to take care of. Somehow it seemed like he had gained another kid, one made of metal and wanting to go everywhere with him.

"Well, I am." The eleven year-old then began shoving the food into his mouth at an alarming speed, looking like he didn't even chew half of what went in and only stopped when all the bowls on his side of the table were empty. "Done." He proclaimed with a smile.


Meanwhile, an old man, hidden behind a wall, watched the entrance to the building where the family plus their cyborg gest lived, focused on when the target to his stalking would finally appear.

Bang wondered what exactly had happened to his Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist ability and how someone could have surpassed it with such apparent ease. When the meteor had been coming down, ready to clear away Z-City a man he hadn't recognized had come out of nowhere and smashed the celestial body into fragments without the use of the technique he had invented and spent most of his life working on to become a fully-fledged martial art style. Something like that had thrown the older man off balance in his mind and made him think of the power already possessed by the hero in the yellow jumpsuit and white cape, knowing that it wouldn't take long for that man to become someone of great talent.

It was then that the door to the apartment complex opened, removing Bang from his inner musings, and Saitama, along with Genos and a darks-skinned boy with dreadlocks came out. The surprise was evident in the martial-artist's eyes. To see an S-class hero hang around a C-class hero was very rare, but a thought quickly came to his mind, namely of when he had been supporting the young cyborg after the failed attempt to stop the meteor and the bald man had appeared. Genos had called the lower-class hero Saitama-sensei, indicating that they had a student-teacher relationship, but still, Bang wondered how it was possible for that to be due to their clear difference in class placement.

And how did that boy fit into all of that? Was he another student under Saitama? He really did not look like any of the two heroes, but Bang had seen him along with an albino woman accompany the C-class hero when the two Tank Toppers had rallied a crowd and attempted to get revenge for being outranked. As a martial-arts teacher, he was used to dealing with small children, but didn't quite see Saitama as one to do so as well.

Following the trio from a distance, Bang kept to himself as they made their way along Z-City until they ended up in a part where Genos quickly disposed of a Tiger-level monster proclaiming itself to be Cabbage Patch, a former human man who had worked on his garden so much he had turned into a cabbage monster.

"What should we do for dinner tonight?" Saitama asked as he took a teat in a nearby bench. "We have a lot of cabbage, right?"

"Not cabbage again, I don't think my stomach could take any more of that." Complained Kaiyo.

"Still, we can't do much with only cabbages." Genos pointed out. "Perhaps we can go out to buy some meat?"

The bald hero looked up at the cyborg with a disappointed face. "Man, you're always saying stuff like that! Listen up, cabbages are naturally sweet. If you cook them with barbeque sauce they'll make for a great meal."

"Stingy all the way through…" The eleven year-old sighed. He'd really been in the mood for meat lately.

On the other hand, Genos gasped, his eyes widening. "I see! You need to make use of every ingredient made available! Even the most powerful weapon would be made useless if its wielder is weak. That's what you're saying, right, sensei?"

"… I really didn't say that but ok…" It would be best to just let his self-proclaimed disciple to think whatever he wanted to about their talks, it always made things much easier.

"This will be a great lesson, sensei!"

As the blond pulled out a notebook and began rapidly writing his 'lesson', Bang intently watched from his hiding place in a bush the interactions between the two heroes. Had he just witnessed the essence of martial arts be explained with mere cabbage? And to such a student who so easily picked up on the metaphor… a far cry from Charanko, if Bang had to be honest.

He had to do something soon or else the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist would have no future.

"Hello there." The older man got out from his hiding place and began walking over to the trio, a smile gracing his face in an attempt to seem friendly and with no ulterior motives. "Fancy seeing you here."

Looking at the greyed man suspiciously, Saitama then turned to Genos. "Who's this old man again?" He whispered a bit too loudly.

"He's Silver Fang, an S-class hero, sensei." Answered the blond.

"Just call me Bang." Laughed the S-class hero, a bit thrown off for being called an old man so casually.

Inspecting the C-class hero up close, Bang saw he looked just like a normal guy, perhaps even a bit plainer than usual. Then he stared at Genos, the excellent disciple whose guidance came from that man, Saitama. If speaking strictly about rankings, the cyborg was definitely higher but if he were to learn the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist it would be another different story, even if the bald man was such an incredible teacher.

"What's up with this old man? Suddenly going quiet?" Saitama asked.

"There are a lot of strange people in the S-class." Genos pointed out to his sensei.

"Is that including yourself?" Kaiyo snorted, remembering his earlier insult about him being a 'walking toaster'.

Thinking about all the cabbage there was to prepare for lunch, the bald man got up and gestured to his companions. "In any case, shall we go?"

"Yes!"

"Finally, I was getting real hungry."

Noticing the targets of his day's worth of stalking were walking away, Bang thought up one last question. "By the way, Saitama, you must have had a mentor of your own, right?" He couldn't wait to know the identity of the person responsible for granting this seemingly normal C-class hero such a great amount of strength. "Where did you learn your moves? What's your method?"

Resisting the urge to make a face, Saitama settled for a sigh. "I thought he would stay quiet but now he's full of questions."

"Oh, don't mind me. Just a simple answer will suffice."

"Ok. I don't have any special methods."

Eyes widening in surprise, Bang took a step forward. "Then how on earth did you obtain such strength?!" It couldn't be possible?! Could it?

"Uh… muscle training, I guess."

"What?! Then how did you destroy that meteor before?"

"Oh yeah… I didn't remember I did that."

It was the dream of any martial arts teacher and it was standing right in front of Bang! Such potential awaiting to be tapped into… the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist could indeed have a future after all!

"Why don't you come visit my dojo one of these days? You might take an interest to it?"

"Nah, I'm good."

"Saitama-sensei is a very busy man." Genos attempted to put himself between the bald man and the S-class hero, his sense of duty towards his sensei coming in full force.

"Yeah, busy as in reading manga all day. That's my job." Kaiyo pointed to himself. "Anyway, martial arts are boring unless they're being used in a videogame where you rip the spine right out of your opponent's back."

"Come now, there's no need for that." Waving off all the excuses, Bang took out a card with his information and handed it to Saitama. "Here's the address to my dojo. I'll be sure to keep my schedule open tomorrow."

"Were you even listening? Saitama-sensei is a very busy man-"

"Alright, old man." The C-class hero swiped the card out of the older man's hand with a frown before he began to walk away. "See you tomorrow, I guess."

Bang watched as the trio took their leave, a smirk forming on his face. He looked forward to seeing them show up.


The next day…

"Why aren't they here yet?!"


While Bang had been stuck listening the ticking of a clock in an empty dojo the people he had been hoping to receive were on a special mission. One that required good timing and great speed in order to be able to reach the target before it disappeared for good.

To reach a flash sale on a supermarket that sold great cuts of meat and that for an hour only were at half price.

"I can't wait to eat it." Kaiyo was practically skipping with glee. "I've been craving good meat for a long time."

"To be honest I thought you were going to go to the dojo today, sensei." Genos commented as they were leaving the supermarket after their successful shopping trip.

"It's only because the old man was so persistent." Saitama swung the bag in his hand that contained the precious cargo. "If I didn't say that to him he would probably have kept bugging us…"

Unbeknownst to the trio, they were being followed by an inconspicuous figure that kept up to their pace not too far from them. Or about as inconspicuous as a person with a brimmed had pulled down over their eyes and a wide overcoat could be in a sunny afternoon.

The S-class hero known as Silver Fang tailed his targets after having located them rather easily. They seemed rather calm, too calm in his opinion, for someone who had skipped a commitment with a person as high ranking as him without having second thoughts on what he would do the next time they met. Bang was about to teach them that lowering their guard after leaving the legendary master of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist hanging was most definitely not a good idea. Perhaps he could sneak up behind the C-class hero and pull his arm back while pushing him to the ground and putting pressure on the back with his foot, a classic takeout method for unruly students.

Keeping his distance, Bang was timing his exact moment to strike in order to surprise them the most. He could have struck at least two-hundred times by now but he still wanted to calculate that exact moment that would deliver the most impact.

Kaiyo turned around and began walking backwards, hands clamped behind his back and a grin on his face. "In any case, we have delicious meat and we're- whoa!"

It all happened in a matter of what seemed to be less than a second.

The dark-skinned boy accidentally stepped on a stone and tripped backwards right into the road they were about to cross just as the streetlight turned red and a truck decided to step on the gas in order not to be delayed. The driver saw the boy hit the road and hit the breaks, losing control of the vehicle. Kaiyo could feel his hair begin to stand out, readying to strike the van but, faster than the eye could see, Saitama threw himself onto the road right on top of his son and hugged him close.

"Sensei!"

Then, everything ended just as fast as it had begun.

Genos was lifting the van one-handed while all around people stared at the display of strength by the S-class hero and children pointed at the brave man that was so strong he could lift a vehicle above his head with just one hand. The cyborg was aware of the display he was putting on, and how unnecessary it was, considering Saitama would more than likely not have sustained any injuries from the impact, but he had acted on an impulse that had left no time to think, merely to act or not.

"Dad…" Kaiyo's heart was beating at full speed and his mind was racing even faster. There was no telling what could have happened had he been alone, but it would possible his cover could have been blown. Looking to the side, however, the ability to form words returned. "The meat! My precious meat! It's ruined."

"Ah… I guess it is…" Saitama got up and pulled his son onto his feet as well. "I guess it's cabbage again today."

While father and son lamented their loss, the older man that had been following them had his eyes wide in surprise and jaw metaphorically on the floor. After witnessing the sheer speed the C-class hero displayed, Silver Fang was more than impressed, even if he had seen what the man had done to the meteor first-hand. It was more than obvious a change in plans needed to occur as to persuade Saitama since the promise of a lesson from a pro in martial arts such as himself was out of the question.

"I see you are having trouble with your ingredients, am I right?" Bang approached the trio, having shed his 'disguise', with a laid-back smile. "Our dojo just happens to have quality meat lying around that the Martial Arts Association sent over…"

Feeling his mood perk up rather high at the promise of free quality meat, Saitama wasn't one to refuse such a great offer. "Well, we just happen to have some barbeque meat sauce ready to be used. Where's that dojo of yours?"


A short trip through the city into its outskirts and climb of a rather intimidating stairway on the side of a mountain (that Kaiyo demanded someone give him a piggy-back ride) later found our protagonists in the legendary dojo that taught the style known as Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist.

The building was what one would expect from a normal dojo, from its wooden structure right to the banner that said 'advance fearlessly towards one's goal', although it seemed that all students were gone save for one teen with messy orange-colored hair and wearing a white gi. As soon as they had entered, Bang had motion towards a display of two piles of tiles that he stated were hard to break just one of, let alone multiple of at the same time. Three more were placed off to the side, just in case he would need more convincing.

Saitama, Kaiyo and Genos were invited to sit in front of the display while Bang took his place between the piles and his student, Charanko, sat by his side.

"Before I hand over the meat, I have something to show you." Silver Fang steadied his hands, placing them straight over the plaques of hard stone and, in one downward chopping motion lightly touched them. The second after a continuous crack ran down the entire pile, separating each of the plaques into two pieces precisely the same size. Lightly chuckling, the S-class hero smirked at his guests. "What do you think? Would you like to learn more of this type of move?"

A crash was heard and everyone´s attention turned towards Saitama, who had broken all three spare piles of plaques without anyone even realizing he had moved.

"I already get it, so hurry up and give us the meat." The bald man stated, getting rather impatient that he had to wait after the promise of free food.

"What is it that you want to do?" Genos asked, feeling the impatience of his sensei.

"Just give us the meat so we can get home, old man." Kaiyo idly twirled one of his dreads between his thumb and index fingers, not really paying attention to what was going on.

Feeling frustration begin to get to him, Bang decided it would take some definite convincing for the two heroes to join his dojo, but if they were to spar someone would more than likely get hurt.

Remembering one of his old favorite pastimes that built speed, the S-class hero then sent Charanko to retrieve his set of Karuta (a card-based memory game with two sets, one with images and another with writing). They all sat down, with Bang and Saitama on opposite sides as opponents and all the cards with images arranged face up between the two of them, ready to begin the game.

"Seriously, where´s the meat?" The bald man complained as he was forced to wait even more time for his promised item.

"If you win I´ll give it to you." Promised the older man with an easy-going smile. "Charanko, read them to us."

"Yes!" Picking up the first card with writing from the deck, the martial arts student looked at it before he began reading. "Nu-"

Before Saitama could make any sort of movement, Bang already had swiped a card off the floor and was proudly showing it off.

"So fast!" The C-class hero exclaimed.

Whistling, Kaiyo was also very impressed, his mind still reeling from the whiplash of such a fast action. "Damn, the old man got moves!"

"What do you think? By training my entire body I can achieve such reactions instantly. This is what martial arts is all about." Silver Fang chuckled. He had definitely made an impression on them with his skillset and reveled in in. "Ready for the next round? Charanko, if you please."

Picking up another card, the student began reading once more. "Ro-"

This time, however, it was Saitama that caught everyone else off guard. Banging the palms of his hands on the floor he caused the cards to jump upwards before picking up one off the air and proudly showing it off to his opponent. This time he had outsmarted the old man and was closer to receiving his precious high-quality meat.

"I see now, the winner is determined by how many cards they flip into the air." Genos leaned forward, feeling his core picking up speed. His sensei was indeed a very cunning man. "If that´s the case, hurry up and bring on the next round!"

"Wait a darn minute! Don´t just ignore the rules!" Bang exclaimed.

"These guys don´t seem the type who can concentrate with quiet games." Charanko sweatdropped and pointed at the guests. "There´s not much we can do with that around here."

The master of the dojo gritted his teeth and motioned for his student to clean up the cards. There had to be something he could use to show off his repertoire of skills and convince those two to join his dojo in order to pass on the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist ability and secure its future after he was no longer fit to pass it onto the next generation. But what could he use…? Maybe… yes… that would do just fine.

Retrieving a plastic hammer and a big enough metal bowl, he sat down once more in front of the three males and hoped that this last attempt would be enough to sway them over.

"This is a very old competition we used to practice here at the dojo. It´s quite an old practice." Bang sat back down and looked his opponents in the eye. "First off, we need to decide who will be on the offence and who will be on the defense. This will be determined by the ´shi dao´ (rock), ´quian tse´ (scissors) and-"

"Isn´t that Janken (rock-paper-scissors)?" Kaiyo interrupted the explanation.

"…Moving on. The victor will then be able to pick up the weapon to defeat his opponent and then-"

"It´s Tataite-Kabutte-Jankenpon (Hit-Cover-Rock-Papper-Scissors). Everyone learns that as soon as they enter school. It´s just a kiddie game but this time with two supposedly grown men playing."

"…Well, yes, that´s what you would call it normally. But by trying this out with the rules of martial arts you might-"

"Sensei, I´ll do it." Genos volunteered, closing his phone and putting it back in his pocket.

"Do you even get the rules?" Saitama asked, unsure of what it would be like, due to that it had been a long time since he´d last played the game.

"Yes. The explanation took too long, so I just looked up the rules myself."

"… Fine, let´s go." Bang accepted the challenge, feeling his temple throb. Youths these days, always rushing and never listening.

The two S-class heroes sat across from one another and readied for their ´confrontation´.

"Tataite! Kabutte! Jankenpon!"

Bang drew the winning hand and from there things seemed to happen in slow motion. Genos gasped and reached for the bowl but before he was able to even touch it he felt the hammer descend on his head with full certainty. The cyborg felt more than humiliated for being defeated in front of his sensei with such ease right in the first round, but managed to hold his tongue.

"Got you first. You still have much to learn." Silver Fang calmly stated, brandishing the hammer almost as a symbol of his superiority. "Seems like this might be too difficult for youngsters such as yourselves."

"Hahaha." Kaiyo broke down in a fit of laughter and pointed at the cyborg´s head. "Man, you look like you have a bald spot! Hahaha, I knew you wanted to be like my dad but not that much! Hahaha!"

Ignoring his son´s laughter, Saitama stepped forward. This time he was the one smirking. Things were heating up and he was bored, so no need to waste an opportunity like that, especially if it guaranteed free high-quality meat. "Looks interesting to me. Genos, switch with me."

Trading places with the blond cyborg, Saitama sat in front of the dojo master and straightened his back. He didn´t know much about luck but he had more than enough speed to be an old man, martial artist or not.

"Tataite! Kabutte! Jankenpon!"

Bang won the hand once more and the C-class hero readily reached for the metal bowl as fast as he could… only for it to slip from his hand and for him to feel the hammer hit his bald head, leaving a red spot.

The S-class hero didn´t say anything, opting to remain in silence and with as much poise as he could, but inside he felt satisfaction well up his pride. He hadn´t dedicated his entire life to martial arts not to have something to show off for it.

"Damnit! One more time." Demanded the bald man with an angry frown.

Second match. "Jankenpon!" He lost again.

Third match. "Jankenpon!" And again.

Fourth match. "Jankenpon!" And again.

Fifth match. "Jankenpon!" And again.

Sixth match. "Jankenpon!" And again.

Seventh match. "Jankenpon!" And again.

The game continued on until Saitama´s head was a vivid red, both from the hits and the deep anger he was feeling over the fact he was losing every match so far, not winning a single hand from the very start.

"One more time!" He would not lose again! He would not! Damn all of his rotten luck to hell but he would not lose to the old man one more single time!

"Tataite! Kabutte! Jankenpon!"

And… No! It couldn´t be! Yes! He won! All those humiliating defeats but he would have the last laugh! He reached over to the hammer and- No! It slipped from his grasp! Why?!

Meanwhile, as Saitama was having an internal crisis due to his rotten luck, Bang had already secured the bowl and placed it over his head. How nostalgic, he though. He was reminded of the time when his dojo was full of youths in training, youngsters filling up the entire building and training in the art of Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist that he had created when he had been young himself. To think of those bygone days filled him with a warm sensation that gave him the feeling of the purest state of happiness he had ever felt. It was just as Bang thought, he needed the power of youth to… to… wait, was the guy still reaching for the hammer? Holy crap, he was!

Saitama lifted up the hammer above his head, an aura that radiated pure fury emanating from his body. He wasn´t about to be defeated again! HE WAS NOT!

Bang´s eyes widened and between the fight of flight he chose flight, disappearing from underneath the helmet and jumping up above, his fists imbedding into the ceiling, witnessing the hammer descend upon the helmet, denting it before recognition against the ground and creating a small crater on the floor from the force of impact.

"What- What kind of power is that?!" Bang yelled out, counting himself lucky he had dodged that bullet, because if not he would be on his way to an early grave as opposed to an early retirement like he had wanted. Releasing his hold, he went back down and repressed the urge to clutch his heart.

"That´s not fair! You´re not supposed to run away!" Saitama shouted at his adversary, more than pissed that his only victory had ended up ruined.

"After it had already been decided who the victor would be!" Genos shared the animosity towards Silver Fang along with his sensei.

"That's not what the rules say!" Charanko slipped into the conversation, opposing the two heroes.

"Are you calling my dad a liar?!" Kaiyo stepped in front of the martial arts student, glaring upwards at him, cursing himself for not being taller.

"What are you gonna do about it, short-stack?" The orange-haired teen smirked and bent down to look the shorted boy in the eyes. Before he knew it he was in a wristlock with his arm twisted behind his back, curtesy of a small and very pissed eleven year-old. "Ouch! Let go! Let go!"

"Call that again, I dare you!"

"You two, break it up." Silver Fang stepped forward and bowed his head to Saitama. "It´s my defeat. They are correct. I don´t intend to go another round though, I´m not about to throw my life away in a place like this."

The S-class hero wondered what would happen if they were to fight for real. Perhaps he would be defeated, or maybe he would win, proving his years of experience surpassed the strength of the younger generation, but he doubted that second option.

"Then what about our meat?" The dark-skinned boy asked. "We came all the way up here, we deserve some compensation. Are you gonna give it to us or what?"

"I already planned on giving it to you from the beginning." That had taken the wind out of the sails of the three guests, making all of them look at the older man with confused faces, and he smiled at their reactions. "But before that, what do you guys think? It was nice to get involved in this, am I right? And for once, Saitama actually enjoyed this spar of ours. If it wasn´t so, you wouldn´t put your all into it, right? Charanko, listen up."

"Yes…" Straightening up, the white-belt student looked at his sensei.

"You do not need to know who the victor is within a battle using martial arts. That is the beauty of this art. Yes, this is the essence of martial arts."

"Fang-sensei…"

"What do you think? Would you like to join my dojo? Saitama?"

"Nope, not at all." Bluntly answered Saitama with a deadpan expression. "I just came here for the meat.

"Oh… is that so?"

And that is the story of how Bang learned that with certain people he couldn´t top good meat at great prices, not even with the promise of enlightenment though training in one of the most renowned martial arts on earth. You can´t eat that, after all.


OMAKE

"Whatever, let´s just do this one more time so we can settle it!"

"Sensei, please fight against me this time!"

"What?! Why?"

"Charanko, you against me, then!"

"No way, psyco kid!"

"Ah, to be young again."

(At home) "Where the hell are they?! All I wanted was some meat for lunch!"


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