Saitama and Mitsumi woke slowly in the treasure bed and took their time to leave it. She was sure that her cycle would be fully done by the end of the night when she checked herself. They bathed, dressed in their hero garments, and her fans were settled once again on her. They came out to get hugged by Fumio.
"Do I take my schoolbooks?" he asked.
"You should. You can sit with us, or in the back," Saitama nodded. On watching the others walk in, he waved at them. "Hey."
"Hey," King said and settled to eat with Kianna. "Where did you all go?"
"I wanted to spend time with my family. Fumio and Mitsumi, that is. We can walk as a group tonight. I just really needed time with them. In a way," he said and shrugged. King nodded at that. Inichi was soon floating in with Fubuki following him. Kamikaze and Tacki were next to arrive followed by Zombieman.
"Hey. I found some buildings that were still pretty solid. I gave the locations to Inichi," Zombieman said.
"Thank you!" Mitsumi smiled. Lightning Max walked in next with a box labeled for Mitsumi.
"I found this outside when we got back last night. It's for you, Mitsumi," Max said. Saitama took it and inspected it.
"From the Hero Association. Okay," Saitama frowned.
"I can open it," Zenchu said and took it from him to reveal a claw.
"Did you and Wind Crane have a good night?" Mitsumi smiled.
"We had a very long talk. Very. Very. Very long talk," Zenchu sighed and chuckled. "She's a bit of an odd one. Ah…eh…no…I didn't mean that in a bad way! Odd as in you still can't grasp certain concepts. Yes."
"She's talking to you?" King grinned.
"Yes," Zenchu sighed and blinked at the bag of knife pieces. "Oh. This was your father's knife, Lady Mitsumi. It looks like it's no longer needed for evidence. So, a note…Sweet Mask sends his regards and sent this back."
"Oh…" Mitsumi frowned, but Tacki was already jumping over to snatch the box of pieces to start putting everything together.
"I can fix this! I have the stuff! I can probably make it better, too," Tacki said and examined each piece of the blade and handle. "Yeah. It was also rotting inside. It was gonna fall apart. Likely why it was sealed away?"
"I wouldn't know," Mitsumi admitted.
"I can fix it up after the restaurant. Or I just take it with me for something to do," Tacki mused and looked at Kamikaze.
"Maybe," he chuckled.
:KAMIKAZE.:
"Ah…" Kamikaze blinked. "Okay. I think Wind Crane is talking to me…"
"Oh!" Mitsumi blinked at him.
:I WAS TRYING TO RECALL SOMETHING ABOUT THE MOON BLADE. I HAD NEVER SEEN IT, BUT I DO RECOLLECT ONE THING. THE FULL MOON SHALL SHOW THE WAY TO THE BLADE. AS THE FULL MOON HAS CLEARLY PASSED, I MAY BE ABLE TO HELP YOU SEARCH WHEN IT RETURNS.:
"Ah…wow…" Kamikaze blinked. "The full moon would…guide me to the blade…I never…huh!"
"I can also assist!" Inichi said.
"So can I. Wind Crane just let me know. As we can fly, we can look all over for any details. I do wonder if moonlight, itself, is also a key. But the way won't open until the moon is full. You would think the Moon Blade would react to the light of the moon. Do you know how the Sun Blade was found?" Mitsumi asked.
"I don't. It was already found by…yeah. Then it was entrusted to me while he died. I mean…this is the first bit of solid information I've ever gotten!" Kamikaze said with complete amazement.
"I can also help," Tatsumaki asked. "You should have just asked for help to begin with! Why keep it secret?"
"We didn't want others to know, because we didn't want just anyone to find it. The power could easily be abused. That's why," Kamikaze said. Tatsumaki paused and nodded at that. "It's like I said. The blades together…you saw Saitama and Mitsumi attack together! It was insane! The two blades together can do just that. Massive damage on insane levels."
"Would they join together? Or would it take two to handle one blade each?" Tacki asked. "If I'm your partner, then maybe I should wield the Moon Blade?"
"Not while you are pregnant!" Kamikaze said quickly.
"I gotta wonder. If she holds both swords…and she's pregnant with twins…" Zenchu started. Now Kamikaze's jaw dropped before he shook his head frantically with pure fatherly protection.
"Nope! Not chancing it!" he said.
"I'll wait until you go to sleep," Tacki grinned. Kamikaze gave her a look that had her dying with laughter.
"I will lock you in a room while I sleep if it comes to it," he said slowly to show he meant every word.
"If those swords are sentient, I wonder how they'd work with Mitsumi's fans and my punch…" Saitama said now. Kamikaze looked over at him like he was crazy. "I'm curious."
"I'm moving to another planet," Zombieman said to get them all laughing and snickering at him. "You might just destroy this one."
"If my fan blades charge with their energy…and I do another attack like the Eye of the Meteor with Saitama's punch…" Mitsumi mused.
"That's just…no!" Kamikaze grimaced. "That level of power would kill anything! That's crazy talk."
"Lady Mitsumi!" Shenjou said when he poked his muzzle into the doorway. "You remember the eggshell piece in the boulder? There are crystals growing all through it! Massive ones in just a day! Tacki may be able to utilize a few of them, too. It would be interesting to make a line of jewelry out of it."
"Really?!" Tacki gasped.
"Slow down," Kamikaze warned to get her to pout at him. "We can look later. You're fixing a knife right now."
"I get it," Tacki sighed to get Kianna laughing.
"Master Saitama!" Genos said when he walked in. "What are the plans for today?! I need to know!"
"Um…breakfast and then the restaurant?" Saitama said.
"We have over fifty applications for the restaurant!" Genos said. "And the number is rising! I plan to sort through the ones that show the most promise and send responses back to the ones with tips on how to improve themselves."
"Really? Wow!" Mitsumi blinked with surprise.
"I can help with the interviews," Fubuki said.
"I, too, can assist," Inichi said. "We can use the meeting room. Or would you prefer the back room?"
"We should have a separate area for interviews on the second level," Tsuruga said. "That place is a bit of a VIP area, so it's purposely not full. We can set up a time frame of five minutes per interview. Then we can do a follow up interview after an hour. Unless they prove to us right away that they are capable. Hmm. Should we make uniforms for human servers?"
"We could," Mitsumi mused.
"I can help! That will be easy. We can keep to the theme of red, white and gold for the main colors," Tacki said. "Give me until tomorrow. I'll have a few uniforms ready for voting on."
"That's fine," Saitama nodded. At a knock on the door, Zombieman went to answer it. Then they all paused at the sight of a sword that was impaled through his chest and out his back.
"Um…what are you trying to do?" Zombieman asked Sonic.
"I thought you were…damn it!" Sonic grimaced.
"Oh. He tried to get the jump on me, but he got you instead?" Saitama frowned. "Are you okay?"
"I'll be fine," Zombieman said and pulled the sword out to give it back. "Better luck next time?"
"You're not dead…?" Sonic blinked.
"My name is Zombieman. I can't die," he said and shook his head. "At least not by your means. Anyways, are you done?"
"Ah…yeah…" Sonic grumbled.
"Good," Zombieman snorted and walked past him. His body was already healing and would be without a scar within the next ten minutes.
"I see you collected your payment?" Inichi asked Sonic.
"Ah…yeah. I did," Sonic nodded.
"Good. I would advise to be careful on how you choose to attack. If you tried to attack Mr. Saitama and it was Lady Mitsumi in your path…you probably would not be alive right now," Inichi warned carefully.
"Why did we agree to let him get hired?" Saitama muttered out.
"Hush," Mitsumi smiled and nuzzled him. When they got their omelets, they were quick to start eating. Fumio was doing the same thing with the others.
"Master?" Suiryu asked when he came in.
"Hey. We're going to the restaurant soon. You'll know where to go after you finish your regime," Saitama nodded and drank some juice. Mitsumi stretched when she finished eating and rose up as though to leave. He looked at her. "Where are you going?"
"Out," she smiled.
"Lady Mitsumi! We need to fix your hair!" Kianna said.
"But…" she frowned and got sat down again to get her hair and makeup worked on. "I could do my own hair, you know."
"I love doing your hair! Don't take that from me," Kianna said. Kamiko was soon entering, and she was quick to sit with Genos and eat with him.
"Need help with her makeup?" Kamiko asked.
"I got it," Kianna grinned. Five minutes later had Mitsumi presentable and ready to face the public.
"Can you wait for me?" Saitama asked.
"I'm ready to go. I'll meet you at the restaurant," she said. He rose up to quickly scoop her up in his arms to carry her.
"Inichi, send the rest of my breakfast to Neutral Grounds," Saitama said on carrying her out.
"You didn't have that much left," Mitsumi frowned.
"I refuse to let you leave my side. You know this," he said and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm fine with it."
"Are you?" she asked. He gazed at her and smiled softly.
"Yeah," he said. "Wanna fly us there?"
"I could," she nodded. "Should we try and bring Fumio? I think I'm strong enough with all ten sets."
"Oh?" Saitama mused and was quick to call Fumio over.
"Dad?" he asked.
"Mitsumi wants to try and fly us to Neutral Grounds. The others can bring your things. Okay?" Saitama said. Fumio nodded and was able to be grabbed hold of by Saitama. Wind Crane watched Mitsumi's fans come out, and she was able to help ensure that everything would work.
"Thank you! Okay, Fumio, you'll have to be between Saitama and I. I need to control the fans, so this way you'll be a bit pressed between us," Mitsumi said.
"Okay, Mom," Fumio nodded and got onto her in a piggy-back way. Saitama locked his arms around her and his son easily now, and Mitsumi leapt into the air on the crane fan wings. Sonic had never seen her fly before. He was speechless at the show of power.
"We'll be there shortly," Saitama said.
"This is awesome!" Fumio whooped. There was a crowd of people that saw her flying on the crane fan wings. When she landed and let Fumio and Saitama off, she addressed the crowd when the people watched her fans condense back down into the set of ten.
"Is something wrong?" Mitsumi asked. "I am Fan Dancer. My fans are sentient and let me do various things with them."
"Oh!" a woman gasped.
"Yes. I was bringing my fiancée and my adopted son here," Mitsumi smiled. "Neutral Grounds will soon be open."
"I applied to work here! Do you know when I can get interviewed?" a young man asked.
"I'm sure we received your online applications. Genos will be here soon to start contacting out. Yes, you'll be interviewed by heroes and monsters. This restaurant caters to everyone, but the Hero Association gets a portion of the funding," Mitsumi said. Her fans now playfully swirled around her to do a small dance performance to entrance the crowd just enough for Saitama to open the doors to the restaurant. "Please wait thirty minutes for the rest of the staff to arrive. Then we will officially open the doors for the day. We must prepare."
"Mom," Fumio said after she walked inside and let Saitama secure the doors. "Why was there a crowd?"
"They never saw fan wings," she smiled and kissed his forehead. "Come and sit down."
"I was wondering if anyone was going to appear," a voice said from the back of the main room. Now she paused and her fans flicked the blades out to be on the defensive. Saitama gave a neutral, blank look and stood in front of his family.
"Huh. Genos didn't catch you on camera?" Saitama asked and crossed his arms over his chest. "And Inichi didn't detect you, either? Weird."
"I don't have to be detected if I don't want to be. It helps me get in and out," the voice continued. When the blue bubble formed around the figure, there was a gasp of outraged shock. Inichi was soon coming in from the back way and was furious at this.
"And I thank you for revealing yourself. Very interesting to form a mental shielding. As to who you are, well…shall we reveal your form with some powder?" Inichi asked and started to dust rice flour all over the invisible being.
"No!" the figure hissed out to show it was a small monster that resembled a bat with the back end of a dog. It was almost like a gargoyle in resemblance.
"You are the weirdest monster I've ever seen. And I thought Zenchu was weird…" Saitama blinked.
"I heard that!" Zenchu muttered when he shadow phased in. "So, what are we to do with it? It got in and hid until Lady Mitsumi arrived. Is it a Secret Skins? The fans aren't doing anything…"
"Oh. If you're a random monster…well…why are you here?" Mitsumi asked. Now the fans seemed to relax in their hovering and retract the blades.
"What? You're not going to attack me now?" it asked with confusion.
"Why? If you need help, well…maybe we can help you. Did you want to try and become cured?" she asked and let her fan set with the flower engraving show itself. Then the other fans with the scent of the flowers darted around the blue bubble. The monster trembled and gave out a small hiss.
"I came here…because I was hungry…not to be cured…" it seethed out.
"Oh. A shame, then. You'll have to get killed. I was hoping I'd have a new family member," she frowned. "Inichi?"
"It does appear that this one was conflicted. However, the resolve is as we feared. And I do not want it to come back to our restaurant. I shall take it to Shenjou and return," Inichi said.
"No! Wait!" the monster said.
"Hmm?" Mitsumi asked.
"Can you just…let me go?" it asked.
"We cannot," Inichi said and was soon out of the restaurant with it and ignoring all of its excuses. There does seem to be some hidden remorse, though. Maybe I can coax that part out. It will be the only attempt I can do before Shenjou eats it.
"We could have used that one on our side," Zenchu frowned. "Shame. Anyways, the others will be here shortly. Inichi had to pull me over quick when he heard for Saitama's call to arms."
"Right," Saitama said and escorted his family to the back table. "Is Genos almost here? Someone was out there that had applied to work here."
"He's on his way right now," Zenchu said and moved to the second floor behind Saitama's table to prepare a small area for interviews. Genos arrived with Kamiko shortly after, and she moved into the back area where the security office was. It was decided to make a small office section within the next few days, and office supplies were quickly ordered. Kamikaze and Tacki soon arrived, and they went to the work station to let her work on the knife. When Inichi returned, he went straight over to Mitsumi to regard her.
"I spoke a bit more at length with our...uninvited guest. There's more to it than we know. For now, I caged it in stone. There is a part of it that does want our help. It just does not wish to be cured. I told it that I, too, was human once and do not wish to revert to human form. Needless to say...that made it realize that we could help it without curing it. It will speak with us later tonight. Orotsu gave it a meal for now, so that will help with its moral," Inichi said with a pleased smile. "Orotsu, Richoo and Tsuruga are on their way here, too, as we speak."
"That is good to know! It looks very strong for a monster. Much like you," Mitsumi nodded. "I would be pleased if it became an ally, as well as a new family member."
"Where's Sonic?" Saitama asked.
"He is currently patrolling the roof and surrounding areas," Inichi nodded.
"Good to know," he said.
"Also, we shall see to building a small office extension here in full for Genos and Kamiko to work in. Kianna may also wish to help. She does have a background with Human Resources, too, before she went to studying wolves," Inichi said. "She knows what we will need. King can also assist her as an office assistant. He does not mind it, and it will…keep him from useless battles."
"That's fine," Saitama nodded and sipped some tea when Orotsu presented it to him from the trap floor door. He had come in through the back way to get straight into the kitchen. Suiryu was with him and already helping prep the days' ingredients for cooking. Chikao was there soon after to set up tables and prepare the floor for customers. Then he noticed Sweet Mask at the main entryway and let him in.
"We're almost open, but I know you represent the Hero Association. How can I help you?" Chikao asked.
"I was looking for Inichi," Sweet Mask nodded. The server nodded and looked over when Inichi was floating over swiftly.
"Sweet Mask! Good. You're here. Himiko may be by soon. Also, we need to build a full office area for restaurant recruiting and document needs," Inichi said. "I believe you can help pull some strings for this?"
"I can," Sweet Mask. "In return…"
"What?" Inichi blinked and took up the offered folder. Fubuki had just arrived to sit down and she cringed at the look on his face. "A script…"
"Yes…" Sweet Mask smiled a bit tightly.
"And you read it. And you still want me to read it?" Inichi asked. Mitsumi nudged Saitama to look over and hid her face against his neck. On opening the folder, he took a single glance at the first page. Then he seemed to sigh with complete disgust. "Sweet Mask, this writer needs to go back to doing janitorial services. They clearly cannot clean up after people much less their own scripting! Absolute horrific garbage!"
"I figured you'd say that…" Sweet Mask grimaced and sat down to laugh hard at the rant. Zombieman had just walked in from the back room to overhear what Inichi said and his jaw dropped.
"What…are you talking about…?" Zombieman asked.
"This piece of absolute trash! A script that Sweet Mask insisted that I review! And possibly rewrite!" Inichi scowled and showed Zombieman.
"Okay…it's an adventure. I get that. But…where are they going?" Zombieman asked. "And…no time of day…no way to get there…they just go…?"
"You understand my torment!" Inichi said with a form of relief.
"I get the gist of this, but…you accept scripts like this?" Zombieman asked Sweet Mask with complete confusion.
"I accept them to give them to Inichi to hear him rant," Sweet Mask finally said. Now Inichi looked at him with shock before glancing at Fubuki when she died with laughter. "It's hard for me to laugh now. He gets me to laugh."
"Sweet Mask…!" Inichi said with controlled anger. "You are no longer inviting me to share in your personal hell. Instead, you are giving me a way to join my own personal asylum! You have officially committed me!"
Zombieman ended up dropping the folder to laugh at the outburst. Mitsumi was struggling to breathe against Saitama. Fumio was hiding his face in his arms on the table to hide his laughter. Sweet Mask was in absolute tears. Inichi took up the folder in a blue bubble and set it back in front of Sweet Mask's dying form. He only scowled at it and floated over to Fubuki to mildly sulk.
"It's okay…" Fubuki managed to whisper out and pat his side.
"No. No it is not!" Inichi grumbled. "I hate illiterate writers! Absolutely detest them! And they keep getting flung into my face! It's not fair!"
"You know what? You're right. It's not fair. But, if we want to laugh and we can't laugh, then you help us with that," she said.
"At the expense of my own mental health?!" Inichi asked to get her cringing and hiding her face in her coat. "As it stands, yes, I will rewrite that awful excuse of sub-par literature into something worthy. And Himiko is on her way here now. Sweet Mask, in return for…helping you laugh…"
"Yes?" Sweet Mask managed to recover enough to listen to him.
"Please help us build the office we need. We must extend out the security room in order for this to work," Inichi said and just shook his head at it all.
"I can get the builders from the association here and work through the night in shifts. Also, don't worry about ordering supplies. Just make a list. Neutral Grounds has made a surplus of funds for us. I can adjust the balances towards it," Sweet Mask agreed. "Ah…I can still bring you scripts?"
"If I know I can read it past the first page, maybe even the title, then yes," Inichi said to get Sweet Mask snickering hard. "Otherwise, no. Just give me what you think the script is about and I'll write a new one. I'm done rewriting trash. I need to write something that will actually improve my moral."
"I did have another script, though…" Sweet Mask started.
"Does the first sentence actually end with a sentence instead of a run-on paragraph of word vomit?" Inichi asked. That got Sweet Mask breaking down with laughter again. "I didn't think so."
Sweet Mask was able to recover again to call the association office to get builders sent over. The list that was made for ordering supplies was given over, and he added a few other things he knew would be needed. An hour after the restaurant opened, Genos was seated with Kamiko to go over application reviews on the laptop he had. Ten minutes later had the doors open to reveal a rather pretty, tall, thin girl with braided black long hair walking in. She looked around with her dark brown eyes and went to the greeter booth.
"I'm looking for Mitsumi," she said. She was wearing black heels, a nice business suit of black and white, and a black trench coat fit over her neatly to hide the rest of her features. Chikao was quick to walk over and escort her to where Saitama, Mitsumi and Fumio were.
"Himiko…" Mitsumi said and rose up to stand and confront her. Her fans were still out, but they were only hovering silently with a form of observation.
"There's a lot that I want to say," she said softly. "But I want to properly thank you for…saving my life."
"You're welcome," Mitsumi nodded.
"I know…I was never there for you…when you needed me…" she started and trembled when the tears fell. Mitsumi was able to hug her sister's sobbing form now, and Saitama looked at Fumio.
"Go back into the kitchen until your mom and I are back out. I'm guiding them to the meeting room," Saitama said.
"Yes, Dad," Fumio said and moved to head into the kitchen to sit with Orotsu. He was offered to peel some onions to help pass the time.
"Dad? Mom?" Himiko asked with confusion.
"We adopted him. He used to be a monster. He got cured," Mitsumi said and gently guided her sister into the private room with Saitama ensuring no one would follow. He did notice Zombieman giving a small glance at Himiko, though.
"After," Saitama muttered to him to get a nod of understanding in return.
"Daiki told me everything he could," Himiko said and sat down with Mitsumi. Saitama was quick to scoop up Mitsumi to settle in his lap.
"It's a habit," Saitama shrugged. "Anyways, continue."
"Oh. Right…" Himiko sighed. "I honestly thought my life was done when I heard you approach. I didn't expect for my thoughts to be heard by a monster."
"Inichi warned us the moment we got to the front door. If you were sleeping, we probably wouldn't have…" Mitsumi swallowed and shivered. "I'm glad you were awake. Fumihiro, though…"
"Daiki told me. I knew that Fumihiro would be lead astray. Daiki…also tried to warn me. To get me to run away with him. But…I didn't believe him, either," Himiko admitted. "Before he left, he gave me a note. He slipped it in my pocket. He said…that Mother killed Father. That he saw the poison. That…I need to reject anything she wanted me to do. If it wasn't for that note…"
"He did?" Mitsumi frowned and was given the note to read. "Amazing."
"Yeah. I don't know what to do now. I don't want to get mixed up with politics anymore. I just…I want to live my life in peace. Daiki sort of has to in order to clean up a few loose ends. Uncle Kiyoshi reached out to him and promised to help. The contacts that Father made are also coming out to help him. To help us recover silently. They want us to leave the public eye slowly. No one knows what really happened to us at all. We want it to stay that way," she said.
"I would!" Mitsumi nodded. "I'm only back in the public eye now on being a hero. And I have Saitama with me, too, to protect me. Not only the fans, but he will ensure that nothing can get close to me ever again."
"This is true," Saitama nodded.
"Mitsumi, I wanted to know," Himiko said with a soft sigh. "I…want to learn about fan dancing. I know I may never get to where you are, but I want to do something again. I got bored with the constant fan flicking. Then Mother said it was a useless talent. Now that I see how you are, I just…I know I can do it."
"I'm building a dojo to teach fan dancing," Mitsumi smiled. "I would be honored to have you join it when it's complete."
"Should Wind Crane check her over?" Saitama asked.
"She could! Himiko, Wind Crane is the monster that started the Wind Crane Clan. She's over six hundred years old, too, and very wise. She can check to see if you are worthy of joining the Wind Crane Clan, should that opportunity arise. She also helped invent fan dancing. What are your plans tonight?" Mitsumi asked. Himiko was quite surprised at this.
"I…don't really have any plans," she admitted.
"Good. Show up," Saitama said. "We live in City Z. We'll get you the address. Also, eh…Zombieman was hoping to talk to you. He's an S class hero."
"What?" Himiko blinked.
"Really?" Mitsumi rolled her eyes at him.
"I'm just preparing her so she knows and won't ditch him right away," Saitama said and kissed her forehead.
"Why do you think I would do that?" Himiko frowned.
"Why wouldn't you?" Saitama asked. That got her to blush and sigh.
"We'll see," she said softly.
"If you want to live at the main home, then you can. Even Daiki, too. But I need to know if anything goes wrong. If anything horrible is found. I don't know if you know, but…there were crates…" Mitsumi struggled and Saitama quieted her. Himiko's eyes widened at this news.
"I'll talk for her. This still messes her up," Saitama said. "Your fake mom was eating internal organs. They came from her. That idiot that drugged her up was able to harvest them over and over from her while he had her. Technically, she was murdered around sunrise and sunset each day for a month."
"I…that's…!" Himiko gasped and burst into tears. "I…I saw them…but…I was told…just…from an…animal…!"
"I was called a pet…" Mitsumi grimaced. "An animal."
"I can't…!" Himiko squealed and reached over to hug her. "I did…so much wrong…! How…can you…forgive me…?!"
"Just…be my sister…" Mitsumi whispered and hugged her back. "Please."
"I promise! I will!" Himiko sniffled and shivered for control. "From now on…I will. Long overdue. I don't know about Atsuko. But I'll be there. I should have been there the moment you were born!"
"That's all I need," Mitsumi smiled and wiped the tears away.
"I'll let you in on a secret now," Saitama said and regarded Himiko calmly. "Mitsumi and I were married by Wind Crane Clan traditions. We still need to make a public wedding for legal crap, but that will happen after I know she's pregnant. She is my wife in full."
"When the public one happens…can I be a bride's maid?" she asked.
"Of course," Mitsumi smiled and nodded.
"And…your disciple for fan dancing," she swallowed.
"Definitely," Mitsumi agreed. "Did you eat yet?"
"No. It's been hard to eat," Himiko sighed.
"Orotsu used to be the famous chef, Joben. He'll make whatever you want," she said. Himiko's jaw dropped at this. Saitama nodded, lifted Mitsumi in his arms to carry her out and gestured with a head nod to Himiko to follow. Himiko shivered, but she rose up to follow them. "You can sit on the second floor behind us. Tell Inichi what you want. He'll give the order to Orotsu. Inichi is the floating blue monster that heard your thoughts and saved your life."
"I see," Himiko said and followed them up the small flight of steps. Zombieman was glanced at by Saitama, and he was quick to sit next to her.
"Hi. I'm Zombieman. Nice to meet you," he said.
"Ah…hi…" Himiko blinked. Is this who Saitama was talking about? He's actually a bit cute!
"Mind if I eat with you? We can talk," he said.
"Oh. Um…I guess?" she shrugged.
"Rather quick, eh?" Zenchu muttered and set down waters for them.
"With the way others have been watching her, yes," Zombieman muttered back. Then he regarded Himiko with a small smile. "Tell me about yourself?"
"Well…" she shivered a bit before getting into some small talk with him. Mitsumi and Saitama were seated at their table once again, and Fumio was quick to join them from the kitchen.
"It would be nice to have her as a sister at last," Mitsumi said and leaned into Saitama's protective embrace.
"I'm sure everything will be fine. I could tell she was sincere to you. It will be rough to heal mentally, but I'll be right there with you. Okay?" he said and kissed her forehead. "Don't worry about a thing."
"Okay," she sighed and rested against him. He knew she was drained.
"We'll stay an hour and go back home. You need the rest," he muttered and pressed another kiss to her forehead. She nodded and he felt her start to relax. "That's it. Just rest."
After another five minutes, he found himself supporting her full weight. He closed the red curtains lightly to block out some of the sound around them. Fumio was reading a schoolbook, and he knew that his mother was resting. Saitama smiled softly and closed his eyes a bit now. If I fall asleep, I'll be woken up. She needs the rest after that little meeting. Not so much for me, but I'm sure I could use a quick ten minutes. Just a small one. Maybe.