"How much longer?" Saitama droned out while resting his head on Mitsumi's shoulder with complete boredom.

"There's still a bit of a line," Mitsumi shrugged and kissed his forehead. "Don't you have your portable game?"

"I try to play it and get asked questions. It's pointless," he muttered.

"Well, maybe we can talk about what songs you'd want to sing with me at karaoke. Hmm?" she smiled and snuggled Overgrown Rover's tiny form.

"Oh. Hmm…" he found himself lost in thought. "That's a pretty good question. I'm not good at singing, but…"

"You'd still be with me on stage," she grinned and let him kiss her softly.

"We'll see," he smiled and squeezed her. He blinked at the soft lick Overgrown Rover gave his cheek to get her giggling. On Wind Crane's back, Fumio was watching everything with Black Sperm. He noticed it looked a bit down. He pat its shoulder to get it to look at him.

"What's wrong? You can tell me," Fumio smiled.

"I weak now," it sighed.

"What? Nah! You had a rough deal. Just rest and get stronger," he said. "You'll get back up to strength fast! Just, um, don't make Dad mad. Okay?"

"No! Master good!" Black Sperm said with a look of fear. "He kill all! Everyone! No make mad!"

"Just stay calm, okay? How strong were you before?" Fumio asked. Saitama tilted his head slightly to listen in from where he was sitting with Mitsumi.

"Had cells. Thousands. Millions. Trillions! Then…all gone. Made more like me. Stronger. Deadlier. But…now just me. Others…they dead now," Black Sperm sighed. "Other than new ones. Others before? They gone. Too weak now. Can't make more. Not too many."

"Well…how long does it take you to recover your cells?" he asked.

"Long time…" Black Sperm sighed.

"Have you tried eating really good food?" Fumio had to ask.

"Ah…huh…" Black Sperm blinked. "Never…needed food…really…"

"So, if we gave you really good food, would it help?" Fumio grinned.

"Maybe!" Black Sperm found itself grinning at the idea.

"Hey. Come here," Saitama said over his shoulder to it. It blinked and jumped down to appear in front of him with a smile on its white, mask-like face. "I know you can be strong. You're my pet now, and it's fine. But…if you make others that are stronger than you, they must agree to become my pets, too. Even woken up. Here. Eh, Mitsumi? Can you have my pet monkey smell the fans?"

"Pet monkey?" Mitsumi grinned softly.

"Eh…yeah. It made sounds like one. I know it can talk now, but…" he shrugged. She giggled at him and let a fan set swirl around Black Sperm. It breathed in the calming scent of rainwater and roses. Closing its eyes now, it felt a form of complete peace unlike anything it ever knew.

"Good. Now I know you're fully awake," Saitama nodded and pat it on the top of the head. It opened its eyes and grinned at him with pride. "If you want to make your powerful friends again, then fine. But I don't want them to ever attack us or anyone innocent. Protecting the home is fine. Protecting the family or our friends is fine. I'll kill them if they do anything else."

"Okay. Um…I eat?" Black Sperm asked.

"I can see if something can be fetched for you," Inichi agreed and focused. "We do have a table of food here, but nothing really 'hearty' for you. Orotsu will prepare something now. Did anyone else need to eat?"

"I think a lunch break would be in order," Tanktop Master agreed.

"I was supposed to have gone back to Neutral Grounds," Kamiko sighed.

"Stay here. It will test Chikao to see how much he has learned. Inichi can mentally guide him if there are issues," Genos said. "I need you here with me."

"Okay," Kamiko smiled and let him kiss her before holding her close. When the next group of recruits came over, Iwasaki looked up from where she sat by Wind Crane and Flashy Flash. One of the men in the group looked right at her to give a small wave. She whispered to Flashy Flash to have that one escorted aside for now. Sweet Mask was informed, and it was quickly done.

Another three groups passed when a young girl waved at Iwasaki. She was escorted away from the group discreetly soon after. At the next group, one of the men saw Iwasaki and glared at her. "You! What are you doing here with heroes?"

"They're my friends and asked me to sit with them," Iwasaki shrugged.

"It is true," Mitsumi said and saw her fans move to swirl around him. "Ah! You have some intense powers!"

"That he does," Sweet Mask chuckled at Inichi's report that this was an evil one. "We would like to test you in another area to see how strong you are."

"Oh…" the man blinked at this. "Well, I do have a message for you, Iwasaki. I was told to deliver it the moment I saw you by the, um…Grand Maker."

"Really?" Iwasaki asked in a way to show it was risky. She nudged Inichi now. :I'm playing the part to show indecision due to the secrecy. Can you get the message for me?:

:A sound idea! Hmm…oh…you are being hunted down for questioning. What happened at the mansion did not go unnoticed. Especially on the loss of the gem mine and a high-ranking figure in Secret Skins society. I am going to ask Sweet Mask to place this one in a different area for intricate questioning. It appears that your hidden group has a very intense secret. One even you don't know of. I just got a glimpse in the mind of the 'Grand Maker'. The Secret Skins…is not just a group of monsters, but a series of scouts for a far more powerful monster!: Inichi said with intense amazement.

:Oh! Okay.: Iwasaki blinked and looked at the fake man. "We can talk in private later after all this. If you have a message from him, well…I don't think you were supposed to say such a title out in the open."

"Um...we were all ordered to inform no matter the circumstance. So…now you know the message is coming straight from him for the importance. If you want more information, we can talk privately," the fake man agreed.

"Nope. Escort the others out. Leave him here. He will spill the message before all of us. Because I'm gonna kill him if he tries to attack us. We know what he is. I'm not gonna wait and give him an advantage," Saitama said and sat up to glare at the man. A red haze started to envelope him now to show he was getting irritated. Overgrown Rover seemed to whimper, but he looked down at it to smile. "It's okay, doggy. I'm mad at him. Not you. Just stay with Mitsumi."

"Scary…" Black Sperm whispered from where it was with Fumio.

"Just stay with me. Dad is just protective of us and Mom right now," Fumio assured it and pat its back. "Everything is fine."

"We should hear this, too!" a recruit said from the group. "If we want to be heroes, we should help!"

"Eh…we're in S class. Sweet Mask is the first rank in A class. We have the top-ranking B class here, too. Don't worry about it. We'll handle it," Kamikaze grunted. "Right now, you're all still civilians. Maybe, if you get into B rank and up, you may get tasked to help. Probably."

"He is quite right. There is no need to get you all involved," Bane nodded.

"Whatever. If you're not a hero, you can't be here. The one that has my attention stays. The rest of you need to go," Saitama said and set Mitsumi aside to stand up. The red haze around his body got even more intense.

"Saitama," Mitsumi said and moved to hug him from behind. Overgrown Rover whined and reached up to lick his cheek. He glanced down with a small smile and ended up letting his monster dog get held by him with one arm.

"It's okay," he said and put his other arm around his wife to hold her close. "I'm just very irritated right now. Normally, I wouldn't care. I care right now. I need to know what is going on. It's to protect her. So, we need to get the non-heroes out of here. The one with the message stays put."

"Whoa…" another recruit gasped at the fiery red aura. The four recruits were taken away, and the messenger was left standing alone.

"I can't say anything else!" the fake man argued.

"Then we have no choice. Hey, Zenchu! Wanna see what kind of flea is in his arm? We can cut that out, right?" Saitama asked.

"I get to play surgeon?" Zenchu grinned and revealed a claw.

"I bet I can do that…" Garou mused.

"What…?!" the fake man gaped with horror.

"Yeah. We know what makes you a Secret Skins. As well as what happens when the flea is removed while you're in your own skin," Mitsumi nodded. "So, if you don't want to become a flea, yourself, then you should talk."

"Interesting!" the first board member said.

"We also know how to cure one of being a Secret Skins," Genos added.

"That's impossible!" the fake man argued.

"Nope. It's been proven," Saitama shrugged. "Oh, Genos. We have a container for fleas?"

"I do have one on me for emergencies like this," Genos nodded and took out the small jar from a hidden compartment.

"Good. Get ready to use it," Saitama said and narrowed his eyes. The fiery flicker of dulled coals reappeared in his pupils to get the man panicking like mad. The board members there could only drop their jaws at the sheer, raw power that came out from Saitama now. The second board member was still working with Fumio's adoption papers, but it was bound to be revealed to him when he returned.

"Okay! I'll talk!" the fake man squealed out before Zenchu could swipe at his arm. "I'll talk…!"

"Now. Spill it!" Saitama growled.

"Calm yourself, love," Mitsumi soothed and ran a hand over his back.

"Not until he starts talking," he muttered and sighed at the cooling sensation of her hand rubbing over him. "Keep doing that, though."

"Okay," she beamed and turned her attention to the shivering fake man.

"The Grand Maker was gifted with making our transmitters. He's…very old. Another part of the gift given by the one we serve…" the fake man said.

"Who's the one you serve?" Sweet Mask asked.

"It's a GOD monster. Of sorts. We think. We don't really know…but…" the fake man said to get them all gasping with shock.

"How do you know this?" Iwasaki asked with a heavy frown.

"You would have been told at the next gathering. All of us would have been told. I was there ten years ago at the last gathering. Every ten years…one of us is chosen to be inhabited by our GOD monster for a short time. To give over intense knowledge of what we learned. It will be another ten years this year. It's why we're all so…competitive now.

"The transmitters…that's what they're for. They all give information to the Grand Maker so he can relay what he learned to our GOD monster. The one of us that gathered the most information gets the high honor of being inhabited and possibly getting stronger with a new gift. We then become apprenticed to the Grand Maker," the fake man said slowly. "It's not a permanent habitation. Just about a month, but it's enough. Then the chosen one is released with new gifts."

"Hmm…" Inichi mused at the thoughts. "Did you know that Miu Takashi was making her own set of fleas to break away from your Grand Maker? To make her own intense source of intellect gathering?"

"What?! No!" the fake man gaped. "That's forbidden! Heretic work!"

"We do have one of these fleas from her," Genos nodded. "We have been studying it intensely. We are unsure as to what it can do, but we do have it."

"That makes no sense! Why would she have…?" the fake man frowned.

"My fake mother always wanted to be in control," Mitsumi said softly.

"She was your mother?!" the fake man blinked.

"Yes. I was handed over to another by the name of Ajito. He harvested my internal organs constantly with the use of venom," she said.

"You…were the one to help…" the fake man seemed to gape. Saitama's careful control snapped. He leapt over, grabbed the fake man by his spandex shirt and hauled him to hang him over 66 stories of sheer height and terror with one hand. Mitsumi gasped with surprise at it.

"Help. With. What?" Saitama growled with a form of internal fury.

"It's…difficult…to explain…!" the fake man screamed with absolute fear.

"I have it. If we remember, Lady Mitsumi, it was said by that 'breeder' before that you were a bonus. That pure flesh that was ever-living made things stronger. Oh. Mr. Saitama…the one you are holding over the edge. He had a piece of Lady Mitsumi's heart…" Inichi fumed. "I would like to rip that one apart piece by piece personally…"

"I vowed to kill whoever tasted my wife's insides," Saitama narrowed his eyes and his face darkened.

"Then fucking drop me! Do it! It won't matter! You won't learn anything else from me!" the fake man snapped. Saitama was almost ready to do just that, but Overgrown Rover was still in Saitama's other arm. It whined to get Saitama's attention and licked his cheek.

"Doggy, I'm busy…" Saitama muttered. Overgrown Rover huffed and shook its rump before sniffing the air. "Wait…you…oh…that's even worse than falling! Isn't it?"

It huffed and licked his cheek again. Zenchu stammered and cringed at the idea. Garou's jaw dropped. At the sight of everyone gasping with shock at the newly decided fate of the fake man, Mitsumi already had her fans ready to encompass him. Saitama now flung the fake man onto the cement flooring and let the fans surround him. The blades flicked inwards to keep the fake man from moving. Zenchu moved over to the fans to mutter out, "Really sucks to be you, dude. It really does. Hopefully you'll talk now. You're gonna wish he dropped you after this shit."

"You said that falling wasn't a big deal. That it won't matter. Well…let's see if this will change your mind," Saitama said and set down his monster dog. "Make him cry and beg for mercy, please. Force him to talk."

"What?!" the fake man asked with confusion. Overgrown Rover moved its tiny body around the base of the fan dome and stuck its rump through various places. After ten seconds, the fake man was screaming with absolute horror and begging for any form of mercy to be given. Even worse was how Overgrown Rover huffed and ran around the fan dome to keep sticking its rump within the fans over and over again to keep the man gagging and screaming.

"He's ready to talk," Inichi said with a small grin.

"Do not let those fans open all the way out! I can channel some wind if the fans on top of the dome part away to clear the air," Fubuki warned.

"Of course," Mitsumi nodded and watched her fans split open from the top as suggested. It was almost as though an eerie green smoke of methane was released, and Fubuki was quick to use her wind powers to take the nasty air away.

"So…did you enjoy that?" Saitama asked and picked up his monster dog when it sat in front of him in a begging position for appeasement. "You did a very good job, doggy! You can do it again if he doesn't talk."

"No! Please! Drop me over the edge!" the fake man begged while gasping for air. "I give!"

"Talk first. Then maybe I will," Saitama shrugged. He was still glowing red to show he was still pissed. "Maybe I'll punch you out of your skin to see what kind of monster you are underneath."

"Why was I really given over to that creep?" Mitsumi asked. Her fans now focused the blades towards the fake man to get ready to slice off the skin.

"Save the flea should they remove the skin, please," Genos said.

"Of course," Mitsumi smiled and nodded. The fake man was still gagging over the stench he went through, but Inichi was gleaning everything calmly.

"None knew that you were the last Wind Crane Clan assassin. Even you did not know. Ajito had sent out your parts as a gift of good gesture. When he learned what it truly did in the form of making everyone stronger…well…the rest is history. As we know, there are those out there trying to find anything left of what was done," Inichi said with disgust.

"I'm curious about that GOD monster your group reveres so much," the first board member said. "Any monster like that deserves investigation."

"I shall inquire Metal Knight's assistance," Genos nodded.

"I shall also listen for any details," Inichi said.

"Hmm. I think I shall have Drive Knight also investigate. Carefully," Sweet Mask muttered aloud. "Just for information."

"And to keep him busy," Inichi nodded.

"We can arrange that," the third board member agreed.

"I want to know how old this thing is," Mitsumi said and looked at Wind Crane. "Would you know, Wind Crane Clan Mother?"

She clacked her beak in thought before turning her head at the fake man with surprise. Now she looked at Mitsumi with a bit of mirth. Mitsumi's jaw dropped before she managed to say, "Are you serious?! You could be a GOD monster, too?! I mean…it's true that you made your clan to follow you…but…"

"Blue Ripple, too, if we think about it. They can't hurt each other, but Saitama can break down their armor with two fingers. I have to wonder if the Secret Skins GOD monster is an element monster now," Zenchu frowned. Then he looked at the fake man. "Has anyone ever seen your GOD monster?"

"No…" the fake man winced. "Just…it's a sensation. It's there. Talks to you. Tells you things. But it only does this to those that are proven and worthy of its attention. All I know."

"A truth," Inichi said. "I shall make suggestive thoughts all around."

"Well, we can't let this one simply go free. What is the fate?" Mitsumi asked. "This one must be killed."

"True," Sweet Mask nodded.

"Doggy. You want to finish that guy off?" Saitama asked Overgrown Rover. The tiny monster dog tilted its head and blinked all six eyes.

"I wouldn't put our dear, sweet, innocent puppy through that," Mitsumi said and walked over to take the monster dog to snuggle it. It licked her cheek and glanced at Inichi.

"Ah. It wants to know what all this one did," Inichi said.

"That guy ate a piece of her. Her heart," Saitama said with a small glare at the fake man. Overgrown Rover gave out a heavy, hissing snarl now.

"Should you take him out of his skin first?" Fumio asked. When Black Sperm showed it wanted to help, Fumio shook his head. "They got this. Just protect me, okay?"

"That we should. Please protect my son," Mitsumi said and signaled to her fans. Now the others quickly backed away when the nasty blades flicked down and around the fake man. Inichi grabbed the flea in a bubble to put in the jar that Genos had. Rendor had just walked back over to them with Tatsumaki and was quick to shield the second board member. Inichi filled them in on what they learned, and Rendor was simply pissed.

"If you need help, tell me!" Rendor demanded. Instead, he watched Overgrown Rover grow swiftly to its nearly full height and snap its jaws down on the formed monster once it was freed from the skin. Then it shook the monster hard in its mouth to let its massive fangs really sink in to slice into it.

"A skeletal…lizard thing?" Zenchu frowned.

"Looked like it before being turned into minced meat," Garou shrugged.

"Toss it up, doggy!" Saitama commanded. When the broken monster was tossed into the air, a massive ball of black death was shot at it. Then Saitama punched into it with a red beam from his excess power, and Wind Crane squawked to carry the sonic blast out.

"Nothing left at all…" the first board member gaped.

"Yep. Good," Saitama nodded and let the red haze fade out. "Back to the recruits. Oh. I'm kinda hungry."

"Same," Mitsumi smiled. At the hungry kiss he gave her now, she found herself blushing. "Hmm?"

"I think I need to eat you first," he grinned softly and kissed her again.

"We're bringing up another group of recruits. We did delay a bit from our unexpected guest," the fourth board member said.

"Damn it…" Saitama grumbled. Then he looked down at Overgrown Rover pawing at him in its tiny form. He sighed and sat down with Mitsumi in his lap to let it jump up and snuggle them. When it blinked its six ruby red eyes at Saitama, he said, "You are a very good doggy. I'm proud of you."

It huffed and licked his face nonstop to get him laughing softly at it. Now with various platters of food with a wide range of choices appearing, the ones there got to eat at last. Black Sperm was given several plates of meat, fish and pork to try. It never experienced being full before, and it found itself laying back with complete contentment at the sensation.

"If any recruits have yet to eat, we do have plenty here," Mitsumi said. "We can tell them this all came from Neutral Grounds, too, to help promote it."

"That wouldn't be too bad of an idea," Rendor chuckled. "Oh. Fumio is now your son with Saitama as his dad. I just need your signatures."

"Where do I sign?" Saitama said quickly.

"You looked over the documents?" Mitsumi asked Rendor.

"Three times checked," Rendor nodded. Inichi confirmed everything to ensure it was safe to sign.

"I just want to sign it…" Saitama frowned.

"Love, do you actually read what you sign?" Mitsumi asked.

"I can confirm he doesn't…" Fubuki chuckled.

"Hey!" Saitama frowned to get them all snickering.

"You may want to read any contracts from now on. It may involve you signing me away in secret," Mitsumi frowned. That had him look at her with a blank expression. Now he looked at the contract given over and read it for anything that resembled her name.

"It's good. Your name is here, but only shows you with me as authorized parents. We'll get his new birth certificate within a month with your last name. You don't need mine. This will also ensure that the Takashi fortune stays in the Takashi family. I'm fine with it," Saitama said and signed his name.

Mitsumi signed hers after and filled out that Fumio Takashi would be the name given on the birth certificate. Rendor got up and looked over everything before having Genos scan it for digital copies. Once the contract was set, it was handed back over to the second board member. Fumio felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders at this, and he climbed down from Wind Crane to sit with his now legitimate parents.

"I'm your son now, Dad?" Fumio smiled.

"Completely," Saitama chuckled and got hugged by him. Overgrown Rover huffed and licked Fumio's face. Zenchu came over to welcome his official brother and paused at the sudden smell that filled the air.

"That little shit farted again!" Zenchu scowled and backed away when the others died laughing.

"I don't smell anything!" Fumio blinked.

"Ah. It wanted to test if it was true. Anyone that officially becomes Mr. Saitama's child will be immune to this. Interesting!" Inichi mused. "Of course, Lady Mitsumi is immune for being Mr. Saitama's wife."

"Can you adopt me?" Garou asked to get them laughing again.

"That means I can spank you instead of slap you if you mess up," Saitama smirked. Garou went quiet and got Zenchu dying with laughter.

"Oh, dear…" Mitsumi giggled and got fed a piece of gently cooked Wagyu beef. At the sight of Peking duck on a stick, she gasped with joy. Saitama was enjoying stir fried lobster now, and he was quick to share it with Mitsumi. Overgrown Rover was clearly enjoying itself, too, with the new tastes it was getting. Everyone had enough and there was still plenty to go around.

For three more hours, recruits were looked over, Iwasaki's contacts were set aside and other Secret Skins were sent to another area. The monsters were challenged with boasts before being put in their place and sent away. Mitsumi rose a brow when Silk Man reappeared with his group to stand before them again, "You didn't pass your prior assessment?"

"You recognize me?!" Silk Man asked with surprise.

"Well, yeah. You're wearing cloth and Zenchu ripped it all up," Saitama shrugged. "I don't know your name. But I remember what happened."

"WHAT?!" Tacki gaped with shock to get Zenchu grimacing. "You destroyed one of my most favorite fabrics?!"

"Tacki…" Kamikaze sighed and tried to calm her down. Of course, he failed miserably at the attempt.

"Why?!" she demanded to know. "It's a waste of valuable fabric!"

"A waste?!" Silk Man said with shock.

"Yes! It's meant to be worn in elegant styles! Not used for wrapping up others just to get the fabric destroyed!" Tacki scowled. "You don't deserve to have silk if that's how you treat it!"

"I guess she's mad?" Saitama asked to get Mitsumi cringing with laughter.

"I'd like to see you remove all of this from me!" Silk Man scoffed.

"Done!" Tacki said and saw where the last sheet ended. She jumped off Kamikaze's lap before he could stop her, and she grabbed and pulled the fabric down before Silk Man could do anything. She wasn't even dizzy from how focused she was, and she was expertly rolling the expensive fabric up around her arm while doing so. When she finished, she huffed her disdain at him and carried away the neatened roll of silk.

"That…that…" Silk Man could just stare at her with absolute shock. Now everyone saw that he was a clean-shaven, rather thin man with just enough muscle on him to look decent. His black hair was thinning out, and all that was left on him was a small loincloth for decency.

"Can we make her an A class hero?" the first board member asked.

"S class. No less than that," Kamikaze snorted. "Even then, I would say no. She's pregnant with my twins. I already said this."

"Yep. No hero titles for me, please," Tacki said and began to examine the silk sheets she confiscated. "This fabric is a very rare quality! Where did you get this? This is like…completely filtered, threaded and spun with complete care!"

"Ah…really? Well…I made it. Actually…" Silk Man cleared his throat.

"You're a tailor and not selling this?" she asked with a critical eye. She was also getting his measurements to start making him a set of clothes with his own silk. Kamikaze seemed to grin at this.

"I can't sell it! No one wants it!" he finally said.

"I want the address to your shop. Now. I'll inspect everything. Because if you make quality like this, I'll want to see how you do it. Then I'll just have Lady Mitsumi buy everything you make as you make it for top price," Tacki said. "Lady Mitsumi, can we buy this now? What I have here?"

"Tacki knows her materials. I trust her judgment completely. We can make the purchase," Mitsumi nodded. "Did you ever stop by Neutral Grounds at all?"

"I have not…" he admitted.

"Tomorrow. Be there," Saitama said with a nod. "Bring samples of everything you have."

"Oh! Ah…" Silk Man blinked and paused at the wad of cash bills now given over by Zenchu.

"I am allowing the purchase of your current silk that Tacki has retrieved from you. That should be more than enough to cover any and all expenses," Mitsumi smiled. Silk Man was completely stunned. With this much money, I can easily restock supplies and get better quality silk worms!

"You can lead him away with the others now," Saitama said with boredom.

"I wouldn't worry about being a hero. I'm gonna want you to get your best stuff to show me. Oh. Here's an outfit for you," Tacki said and tossed over a newly made set of pants and a shirt.

"You…made this…while we were talking…?!" Silk Man gaped.

"Yep! I'm crazy like that," she grinned.

"And this free-hand stitching is just…amazing!" Silk Man praised. "Okay. I'll get what I have together and meet with you."

"Good. See you tomorrow," Saitama said and watched the man get escorted to the exit. "How many more?"

"We are under a hundred left," the third board member said on looking at a digital roster. "About an hour if we continue."

"I'll go sit back up on Wind Crane," Fumio said and got hugged by his parents before doing just that. Saitama sighed and looked at the board members.

"Fine. Do it," Saitama said. "We'll evaluate the others after."

"Agreed," the first board member said and let the next group of recruits come forward. Saitama was fully bored now, but Overgrown Rover huffed and snuggled into him to get the attention it wanted. That got Mitsumi giggling at it. At least my dog can keep me entertained! And it keeps Mitsumi happy. I guess I'll ride this out. As if I have a choice.

*Author's Note - So, I was heavily contemplating on adding a GOD monster. Due to how strong they can be and such. That and killing a GOD monster just didn't feel right to me at all. After much thought and discussion with a fan of the story, I was able to come to a possible conclusion. If anyone else has suggestions, feel free to DM me!*