A/N: Last extra chapter... short and sweet. Drew some art for this as well, you can see it on my social media (links on my profile).


Saitama sighed, heavily. It had been a while, but finally, the original trio were back together again. Both his disciples were sitting in front of him, inside his City A apartment, their gazes glued to his.

"Been a while since we've all been together, huh?" Saitama chuckled.

"So, Master," Genos put his hands together. "What type of training will you be giving us today?"

Saitama sweat-beaded. Of course, he hadn't planned for any kind of formal training. In fact, he hadn't even invited his disciples over. As usual, they'd invited themselves.

Quick, think of something, Saitama told himself.

"Um…" Saitama looked around. "Today I'll be training you… about…" He scanned his apartment, looking for any kind of help.

This damn place is too big, I can't find anything! he groaned.

Genos' yellow eyes flashed. "Of course. Master Saitama is trying to get us to learn for ourselves what type of training we are doing! How intelligent!"

"Uh… yeah," Saitama nodded, shakily. "That's totally what I'm doing."

Genos narrowed his eyes again. Ayano simply kept the same blank expression as always. Saitama had to wonder about her. Of the two disciples, she was the more reserved one, but still… she had been much more quiet than usual recently.

Genos suddenly stood up, hands out. "Presence detected! It's…" He scowled. "It's that pathetic ninja."

Just as he said, Sonic came crashing through the window, landing on the floor of littered glass.

"SAITAMA!" he growled. "FINALLY, I HAVE GATHERED THE STRENGTH TO-"

"BEGONE!" Genos roared, blasting him with a ray of energy. Sonic lunged out of the way.

"Still letting these little lackeys hang around, eh, Saitama?" Sonic teased.

"Aw, come on, Seed-on-the-ground," Saitama grumbled. "Look what you did to my window!"

Sonic saw red. "My name is SPEED-O'-SOUND SONIC!" He charged towards Saitama. Genos appeared before him, grabbing his leg, which pulled him back. The two proceeded to wrestle on the floor.

"Come on, Genos, I thought these corny street-fights weren't your thing," Saitama sighed.

"Forgive me, master," Genos said, avoiding Sonic's leg. "I must take out this vermin for you!"

Genos knocked Sonic out of the smashed window and chased after him, gold flashing after black. Saitama sighed, staring at Ayano.

"There they go again," he shook his head. "Anyway, quick question, Yan-chan: do you prefer hot pots with chicken or beef?"

Before Ayano could respond, there was a knock on the door. Ayano went to get it; in came Fubuki, expression drawn back.

"Saitama," she greeted, arms folded across her chest. "Listen, I have something very serious I want to talk about with you."

"Uh, sure," Saitama crossed his legs. "What is it?"

"As you know, the Hero Association is failing," Fubuki sat down at the table, opposite him.

"It is?" Saitama asked.

Fubuki glowered at him. "Saitama, have you been paying attention to the news at all?"

"Sure I have," Saitama shrugged. "But I don't think it's failing. I mean, the Hero Association is still going, right?"

Fubuki groaned. "That's true, but what I'm trying to say is, the Hero Association is-"

She was interrupted by yet another knock on the door. Ayano, once again, got up to answer it. King himself came in, carrying a console.

"Oh, hey, King," Saitama waved at him.

"Heya, Saitama," King sat down beside him. "Did you borrow my console again?"

"I… honestly don't remember," Saitama admitted.

"Well, I can't find it at my place, so you must've," King said.

"I don't know, I feel like that's something I'd remember…" Saitama admitted.

"This isn't the time to be talking about video games!" Fubuki spoke up. "Don't you understand what's happening with the Hero Association?!"

"Oh, shoot, I just remembered I've gotta go shopping," Saitama stood up. "My favourite store closes in an hour! Hey, Ayano, wanna come?"

"You're killing me…" Fubuki uttered.

Ayano stood up, walking alongside her master.

"We'll be back later," Saitama waved. "Don't get in trouble."

"Saitama, you can't be serious!" Fubuki shouted. "Don't you understand that you have to-"

Too late. Master and Disciple were already gone.


Saitama and Ayano walked to the humble grocery store, all the way back in City Z. Saitama's eyes lit up as he gazed at the various SALE posters plastered all over the store. Ayano swore she saw a flash of nostalgia in his eyes as well.

"As I've always said, Ayano," Saitama placed his hands together, "keep an eye out for this particular store. They have a lot of sales. Like, a lot."

Ayano simply nodded in response, gazing at the store. Then, the two of them heard the sounds of huffing and heaving. They turned around.

"Master!" Genos appeared, eyes flashing. "I finished dealing with the vermin, and now I am ready to help you with shopping!"

"Oh, cool," Saitama gave him a thumbs up. "We're all together again, huh? The original trio."

Both of his disciples just stared at him.

Saitama sighed. "Let's just go in the shop."

The three entered the supermarket. Saitama's expression immediately became serious.

"Alright, we've only got thirty minutes," he told his disciples, rubbing his hands together. "Gather everything you can."

The disciples ran in seperate directions. Saitama himself went straight ahead to the meat section. His eyes lit up.

Hell yeah, chicken's on sale, he grinned, grabbing some of it for himself. I could make a great hot pot with this. He gazed at the beef. Hey, the beef isn't too bad eith-

Suddenly, a boom sounded beneath him. The entire Earth shook, including the piles of meat. Screams soon filled the air.

"ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS, A DRAGON LEVEL THREAT HAS APPEARED IN CITY Z. PLEASE EVACUATE THE AREA IMMEDIATELY."

"Master!" Genos raced over to Saitama. "Let me handle the threat! Focus on shopping."

"I'll help too," Ayano agreed, appearing beside Genos.

"If you both can handle it, sure," Saitama gave them a thumbs up. "... But don't get into too much trouble, okay?"

His disciples nodded and ran off. Saitama sighed and grabbed some chicken, putting it in his shopping bag. Booms and crashes were heard behind him.

"INCINERATE!"

KA-BOOM

Hmm, Saitama thought. You know what, the pork is only a little more expensive than the beef, and it might taste better too…

"NOOOO! DEMON CYBORG!"

"YAN-CHAN! SAVE HIM!"

CRASH

Pork and chicken or beef and chicken… Saitama made a face. Hmm…

ROARRRRR

"THE MONSTER'S GOT HER! IT'S GONNA RIP HER UP!"

Y'know what, I'll have a little beef, a little chicken; and a little pork, Saitama decided. A three meat special. For the trio.

"YAN-CHAN!"

"These three, please," Saitama made his way up to the terrified cashier, purse and shopping bag in hand.

"NOOOO! HELP HER, SOMEBODY!"

"Hmm…" Saitama glanced at his purse. "Hold on, 200… 300…"

Genos suddenly slammed into the ground nearby, eyes fizzing out. Saitama glanced up.

"Hey," he gazed at the cashier. "I'll be right back."

True to his word, he was back almost immediately. Simply, with one punch, the huge monster was taken down. Its body began to dissolve in goo, covering the city. Onlookers gasped in awe. The cashier's mouth fell open.

"Okay," Saitama returned, casual as ever. He handed the cashier the required cash. "Keep the change."

He walked out with his groceries, picking up Genos' half-destroyed body right outside, hauling it over his shoulder. He did the same with Ayano, who had a gaping hole in her midriff. He carried his disciples the whole way home.

"Hope you guys like three meat hot pot," he said.

Neither of them replied.

"Hope that's a yes," Saitama said. He took off, still carrying everything with ease.

And true to his word, the three disciples had a delicious hot pot. Or, at least Saitama hoped it was delicious, and his disciples weren't just buttering him up. Either way, he enjoyed himself, and hoped they did too.