The man woke up with a groan after Saitama freed him from the ice and the elevator doors had closed. On closer inspection, the man was built for agility and wore a black and bright orange track suit with survival gear for extended missions. Tangled Vine had several thorny vines curled completely around the hero's form. Sweet Mask was given some perfume from the white flowers to mist around himself to neutralize any future odors in his area of the elevator. Mitsumi was held close, and her pets and family were settled around her. Wind Crane had actually optioned to join the elevator ride.
"Good. You woke up. Why did you sully a sacred training rite?!" Wind Crane snapped out at the lesser A class hero. The man gaped at her and realized that he was on the ground against a wall. He couldn't roll around from being on his back, and he had no leverage to sit up from how well he was bound.
"Please answer her," Sweet Mask said to make the hero panic even more.
"Doggy. Make him talk," Saitama said and set down Overgrown Rover. It huffed and trotted over to the bound down man. It blinked all six eyes at him and sat down calmly before licking its chops. Then the hero paused and stared at the monster dog with shock. At the small sound heard, the man gaped and struggled to get free of the tight bonds.
"What is your hero name?" Mitsumi asked and let Tangled Vine snuggle her with a happy, deep purr. "I don't need your regular name. Your hero name will do just fine. Answer us, please."
"Ah…Magnitude…" the hero grimaced and started to squirm with intense discomfort. "What…the hell…?!"
"Interesting play on the name. Magnetic and with attitude. Inichi would find it amusing, but disgusting at the same time," Sweet Mask mused.
"What is that stench?! It's like…it won't stop!" the hero panicked.
"My dog farts around people I don't like," Saitama nodded. "And it can use bad guys as chew toys. So, did you know that Mitsumi is my wife? And that she's pregnant with my growing son? If not, well, she is. And now you have to convince me on why I can't kill you for trying to hurt her. Start talking."
"Saitamaaa!" Mitsumi said with a hard pout and rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm getting bored. And tired. Can you just slap him and get it over with? I want to do other things today."
"Wait!" Magnitude grimaced and shrieked when Overgrown Rover moved its rump right under his chin. It eventually climbed up onto him and grew larger to yawn and keep its rump right in front of his face. It even lay down on him to stretch out with its back end right in his face. Now the hero really couldn't move and began to panic. "I'll talk!"
"That is frightening," Sweet Mask admitted at what he was watching.
"Good doggy!" Saitama grinned.
"We are listening," Wind Crane said with a growl of disdain.
"I just wanted to see how dangerous one of those clan girls really was!" Magnitude trembled and kept his face away from the monster dog's rump.
"That's a lie," Wind Crane said on hearing his thoughts. "You are actually jealous of my daughter's rank as a hero. You wanted her to embarrass herself and fail. Even if it injured her."
"What?" Sweet Mask blinked.
"I'm going to punch him," Saitama said blankly. Then Overgrown Rover let out a gas bomb to make the pinned hero scream with outrage.
"It's just not fair!" the man spat out. "I clawed my way up from C class! And this girl gets into S class right off the bat?! What gives?!"
"You're right," Mitsumi said softly. "I shouldn't even be alive right now. Technically. If it wasn't for my ordeal, I'd already be dead. Would you want that? As a hero? To want me to die?"
"What?! No! I just…" the man coughed and grimaced.
"I didn't even know that I was trained to be a Wind Crane Clan assassin. I was taught in secret. I only just learned what I was. And it was to protect me for when I was ready to know," Mitsumi said with a sudden hard edge in her throat. "For two years, I was hiding from someone that dissected and raped me constantly for a month. My organs grew back from venom that was injected into me twice a day. Even my virginity came back. On top of all that, it shifted my age to be old and young each day, too! For two years! And it was all against my will. I fought and scraped for my life when I was only a month old. That is my past."
"What…?" the man blinked at her.
"I didn't even want to be a hero! It was demanded!" she growled out now. "If you have such a problem with it, then take it to the damned board! They rushed me into being a hero! I had no idea what I had. It was discovered. It's still new to me! I'm still learning things every day. My battle on what I need to do as an assassin is far from over. It's been going on for centuries before I was even born."
"And she is quite correct," Wind Crane nodded.
"She's right. The moment it was discovered on what she truly was, well…I pushed for her to be ranked higher in S class. Initially, her unique fan dancing would have made her rank 10 in S class. That was decided from the board on the night she performed the first time," Sweet Mask seemed to shrug.
"When I realized how dangerous I was…I didn't even want to know how to use the fans," Mitsumi admitted. "I wanted to put them away and forget about them. They scared me so badly..."
"And I was the one that encouraged her to keep her deadly dancing and learn how to do more with it. To use them to protect her family and those innocent around us. I also gave her and her monster family a chance when no others would have cared," Saitama said and squeezed Mitsumi close. "And I couldn't care less if I'm in S class, either, if you want my side of the story. I was pushed in because I destroyed a training room.
"It's like I told her. I'm a hero for fun to everyone else. But I'm her personal protector to her and her family. Her family is now my family. I am her loving, overly protective husband now. Everything she told me about her life…I witnessed it firsthand when it all came back to get her. And when it all did, I stood in the way and killed it."
Overgrown Rover growled, but Saitama cleared his throat to bring it back to attention. Blue Ripple rose up to snuggle into Mitsumi and compete for Tangled Vines' snuggles. Bright Bolt nudged Saitama's hand to get glanced at.
"Can I zap him?" Bright Bolt asked and snorted.
"Not yet," Saitama said.
"Hmm…" Stable Rock glared and swooned at the head scratching he got. Then he looked at Saitama. "What…now…?"
"Well, we got why he did what he did. I guess it's up to the others on what to do with him," Saitama shrugged. "Kinda dull. I was expecting more action."
"Do you and Fan Dancer expect to be back at your main apartment tomorrow?" Sweet Mask asked. Wind Crane gave a small grin at the thoughts he was giving and looked over at Mitsumi.
"More than likely. We'll stay the night here and head back in the morning. Why do you ask?" Mitsumi asked and got held protectively by her husband.
"I need to have a private conversation with Caped Baldy," he said lightly.
"You don't like the name Sugar Face. I don't like the name Caped Baldy. If you keep calling me Caped Baldy, I will keep calling you Sugar Face. Unless I slap you. Then I won't care about anything," Saitama muttered.
"It's why I want to talk to you privately," Sweet Mask mildly retorted.
"Mitsumi will need to be with me. No exceptions," Saitama said with a blank stare. "You can have your girl with you, too, to make it even."
"Oh…" Sweet Mask blinked at that offer. "Sure. We can do that."
"Good. However, I still don't like how this guy put my pregnant wife in danger for his own selfish needs," Saitama said and cut his gaze to the trapped man on the ground. "He doesn't have the right attitude on being a hero."
"What do you suggest?" Mitsumi frowned.
"I want Inichi to rage at him with writing," Saitama nodded. That got Sweet Mask to burst out with laughter. "I heard you say there was a new script. I want Inichi to treat it as though this guy wrote it."
"What?!" Magnitude asked with outraged confusion.
"Hmm. As much as he detests the script reading, he does agree to the concern on why. He shall meet us on the 30th floor destination," Wind Crane nodded. Mitsumi was cringing with laughter and complete pity for the man now.
"Doggy, come here," Saitama said and pointed to his heel. Overgrown Rover huffed and got up. But it did leave a gas bomb on heading over to ensure the lesser hero suffered throughout the rest of the elevator ride.
"What do you feed that thing?!" Magnitude coughed out.
"Fish, dog food, meat and bad guys," Saitama nodded. "And the occasional dog toy. Eh…pretty much whatever it wants to eat. We just feed it."
"Such a good puppy!" Mitsumi said when it shifted small and jumped up into her arms. It yawned and stretched itself out with a happy sigh. Tangled Vine had moved to recline over her shoulders with complete contentment and flicked his tail with a happy purr.
"We should totally go for a walk in a public park with our pets on leashes," Saitama said suddenly. Stable Rock looked up at him with an amused blink of his glowing amber eyes. Bright Bolt blinked his glowing electric blue eyes and seemed to snicker at the idea.
"I want to be held, though," Blue Ripple seemed to pout. He blinked his milk-white eyes at Mitsumi and purred at the caress she gave his neck.
"We'll talk about it later," she chuckled and watched the elevator doors open on the 30th floor. Saitama freed the trapped hero from the thorny vines, and security escorted Magnitude away to prepare for Inichi's ranting.
"We have a small room set up that we can use for this," the first board member said when he walked over. Inichi was clearly not amused by it, but he walked over with Fubuki on his arm.
"I suppose I'll do such a thing. It would be considered a mild punishment considering the alternate circumstance," Inichi sighed. Then he looked at Sweet Mask with a knowing nod. "I'll ensure no one intervenes with your private conversation with Mr. Saitama."
"Thanks," Sweet Mask said dryly. He did smile warmly at Tajima when she walked over to get hugged close.
"How are you feeling?" she asked and ran a hand over his cheek.
"I'm…a bit nervous…" he said softly. "But…you can be with me later."
"Ah…oh. Okay. I'll be with you to help you," she nodded with understanding. Wind Crane lightly filled her in to help her know what was being talked about. When they walked into the room, Mitsumi had to pause at how it looked like a small courtroom. She frowned at this, and Saitama looked at her curiously. She whispered to him to get him raising a brow at her.
"We'll be fine. We'll sit along the wall. Just sit in my lap. Okay?" he soothed and led her over to do just that. Kamikaze, Tacki, King, Kianna, Genos, Kamiko and Zenchu were soon following in with them. Bane, Garou, Lily and Wind Crane found seats soon after. Zenchu was quick to move and sit with Wind Crane. He nodded to Rendor and Tatsumaki when they settled in. Fumio and Black Sperm were able to sit with Mitsumi and Saitama with small grins.
"Go and sit with Lady Mitsumi," Inichi said and gently released Fubuki to do just that. "Okay. So…we have a small audience. Not much space, though…"
"I have a television in another area where the others are waiting and watching. We shall be served lunch after this," Metal Knight said from his stationary robotic camera.
"Good. Okay, Sweet Mask. Where is your…bad excuse of a script?" Inichi asked and held out his hand to take up the manila folder. He moved to sit in a high chair in the back of the room to look over everyone as a judge would. Magnitude was seated next to him in a central, shorter witness chair for others to freely view and monitor. And he was clearly uncomfortable with the whole thing. Inichi chuckled and said, "Be glad this is the most you get as a punishment for your actions. First of all, please read this."
"Um…okay…" Magnitude frowned and took the folder to read through it. "Ah…what…is this…?!"
"We'll find out soon enough. I wanted you to read it first before I did. They want it to seem like you wrote this," Inichi smirked.
"Hell no!" the hero said to get the room sniggering with laughter. "Let me write something for you. This is just…no. No way."
"If that's what you want," Inichi said with calm warning. "Just know this. I was going to completely dismantle the critique of this writing. I was a very well-known, yet secretive editor of the wealthy before I became a monster. I detest bad writing. So, if you write something for me, I will be tearing it apart if I find any errors within it. And I will do this with intense ranting. If that is something you want me to do directly to your work…"
"I'll go through with it if it's the most that I have to put up with for my actions. I'd rather get called a lot of nasty names about my writing than get docked pay or given bad missions," Magnitude said. "Just…not with that script. I write better than the one who wrote that."
"If you insist," Inichi nodded and gave the folder back to Sweet Mask.
"His funeral," Zenchu grunted out. Wind Crane looked at him and grinned a touch wickedly. Garou barked out laughing and had Lily giggling into his neck. Sweet Mask was surprised at this outcome. The board members seated along the opposite wall from Saitama and Mitsumi were also impressed. They decided to get a mission together for Magnitude if he survived this ordeal of tirade ranting.
"You have five minutes," Inichi said on bringing over a notepad and a pen. "Try to write legibly, please. It can be about anything that comes to mind."
"Can I type? My writing…actually sucks pretty bad," Magnitude said with a small shrug. Inichi grinned a bit widely now. Mitsumi coughed out laughter and got hugged by Cold Snap to keep him still from his own hard laughing. Saitama kept his face neutral, but he was calmly holding Mitsumi and handling his monster dog. Fubuki sighed and hid her face in her coat to laugh into it.
"No. I also edit bad writing style. Start. Writing," Inichi ordered.
"Shit…!" Magnitude winced and focused on writing the best he could.
"I do plan to do some writing courses. Ah. And I have an idea for the Hero Association board," Inichi said and turned to the four men. "If you want me to teach writing etiquette to your heroes, I can do this. For a mild fee. You all know who I was before I became a monster. You know I also charged insanely high for my services due to the intense patience needed for such a thing.
"However, for situations like this, I can do this as form of charity for heroes in need. Much like Neutral Grounds feeding your heroes, I can provide small classes to help improve writing and literature needs. We do plan to finalize the dojo on Bane's lands with classrooms for various things. You can provide payments into the Neutral Grounds funding with a notation of what it is for. Just include the name of the hero, the time I expect to meet them and I will evaluate what is needed for improvement. Then I will provide another price for teaching that hero based on what is needed. What do you think?"
"Hmm…" the second board member blinked.
"I can work in a contract later," Rendor nodded.
"I think it's needed. Heroes should be well-rounded in all areas. Not just fighting, but if a hero can't read or write to explain things to other heroes? That's important," King nodded. "I may even take you up on a class."
"Family and friends are free," Inichi winked.
"Great! Sign me up!" King grinned.
"Just no ranting," Kianna chuckled to get Inichi laughing softly with agreement. He glanced over to see the lesser hero grumbling and trying to fix a spelling error the best he could. After another minute, the paper was handed over.
"Let's see…" Inichi mused and looked over the three pages given. "This story appears to be about baking a cake. Have you ever thought of baking before? Even attempting to try something with basic cooking to see how it turned out?"
"Not really. I'm not a chef," Magnitude admitted with a small shrug. "I just watched a lot of videos about it and figured why not write about it? You said to write about anything that came to mind."
"That I did. However, you never baked or cooked before. I only say this as doing the physical thing may turn out better than what you were trying to write about!" Inichi said with a grimace to get the room dying with laughter. "With cooking, you can eat your mistakes if it is still edible. With this writing? It was overcooked and charred out of anything of any nutritional value!"
"Maybe I should have gone with the other story I read…" Magnitude swallowed hard. Sweet Mask was in absolute tears of laughter with Tajima leaning into him.
"There is nothing decadent or delightful to view!" Inichi continued on to keep the room rolling with laughter. "This story is about baking an elegant cake? I understand that you said you watched videos on this, but to actually write out what you saw? The plot is legible, if that, but the wording reminds me of someone throwing in a bunch of ingredients into a blender and starting it without capping the lid! It's everywhere on how poorly the structure of your sentences is done! You claimed you had poor writing? It's not just poor. A chicken scratching on the ground has better word structure than what I see here!"
"Ah…" Magnitude could only stare with a slack-jawed, dumbfounded gaze.
"Oh, you are definitely going to need a class to go over your writing. But enough about the structure of this poorly written plot. I have to see if I can save what tried to form itself into a cake," Inichi muttered. Fubuki had cocooned herself in her coat from all the laughing she was doing. "Okay, you put out the ingredients, but…what are you blending them with? Is there a bowl to put them in? A fork to help stir them with? A whisk to help blend things up for the cake pan? You just…put everything in something and shake it up?"
"I…wasn't thinking about that…" the lesser hero said.
"You got me at 'wasn't thinking'," Inichi grunted and got Sweet Mask into coughing fits and struggling to breathe. "I don't think Mr. Anno or even Orotsu would take you on as an apprentice. Even as a student. If they do, it would ensure you knew the proper tools and techniques to use in cooking. I can only hope you'd apply it to your writing technique for attention to detail."
"This is the best punishment I've ever seen. Other than having my dog fart on him," Saitama said with a nod. Kamikaze was laughing hard in his hand from it all. Tacki was just beaming with wicked joy at all of it.
"I can attest that Master Saitama is correct," Genos nodded and supported Kamiko's barely functioning form.
"I think…he learned his lesson…Inichi…" Mitsumi said with a weak voice from all the laughing she did.
"I'm sorry, Lady Mitsumi, but this is just the beginning," Inichi smirked at her to get her laughing again. "Because of what he did to you, I am going to pick and poke at him until he perfects this. He will have a week to revise it, fix his grammar, correct his sentence structure and then hand me another draft. And he will use this same story plot."
"Can I get Charanko to write something for you?" Bane asked.
"Do you want to add a century to my mental asylum?" Inichi asked to get Bane biting his fist from laughing so hard. "He couldn't even tell that he was coloring in two people about to have a sexual encounter in a bedroom! If he writes anything, he may think that pretty lines on paper next to his signature are the only way it should be!"
"Wow…" Kamikaze said and ground his teeth together with agreement.
"Let me see what he wrote," Saitama said and got handed the paper. He let Mitsumi nestle close to his chest to read over what he saw. Then he turned the papers upside. "Okay. I can read it now."
"Really?!" Mitsumi gasped and broke down into laughter again with the rest of the room. Saitama grinned, kissed her forehead and gave the papers back over.
"I think it's lunch time," Garou said with a stretch.
"It's always lunch time for you," Lily chuckled and got pulled into his lap.
"Yeah, I can eat now," Saitama said. "And I know Mitsumi has to eat. So, we're going back up to our room. If there's nothing else, don't bug us."
"Oh. We have a few reporters here, actually. We are in an interrogation room," the third board member reminded them. Mitsumi's face darkened at this. Saitama looked over at Genos and made a gesture for food.
"I shall inform Orotsu now!" Genos said.
"I just did. Don't worry," Inichi nodded and moved to sit with Fubuki. "We'll have a light appetizer tray sent up shortly to help tide us all over."
"The moment you're done, I will send a message to send up the first one. We have five of these people to look at. I'm quite curious of the excuses they'll come up with," Metal Knight said with a bit of amusement.
"Trust me. You'll get the whole thing," Mitsumi said with a huff of disgust.
"Hey. You be sad. I need to be mad. I get it. They covered up stuff about your dad's death. We get them to admit it. Then I'll have my dog fart on them," Saitama said to get her looking at him with pure amusement.
"Can I go?!" Magnitude asked quickly to get Zenchu dying with laughter.
"You can. We'll give you some time to correct your writing. We may also need you for a future mission," the third board member said with a small smile.
"Oh! Ah…sure! Let me know when!" Magnitude nodded and headed out with his papers to work on.
"I wonder if we can put my dog's fart in a jar and just send it to him to open it as part of the mission…" Saitama mused aloud. That got the entire room laughing all over again at the idea. "Seriously! He takes the jar and opens it up at a critical stage! It would be awesome!"
"Okay. We'll definitely have to work that in," the first board member nodded. "We'll get some jars sent to you."
"Good. Time to eat something," Saitama said and supported Mitsumi easily in his lap. He looked at the pets around them and ordered lightly, "You all need to find other areas to be. If those people lie, you can pick at them. Maybe."
"Oh! Totally!" Bright Bolt said with excitement.
"I can get a place to recline. Cold Snap? I need a good pot in here for a small tree," Tangled Vine chuckled from where he was on Mitsumi's shoulders.
"Yep!" Cold Snap nodded and focused. Right through the air vents, a small ice spark filtered in and dispersed to revealed a sturdy clay pot. Stable Rock filled it with earth from his shell and enhanced the nutrients. Blue Ripple hydrated the water easily. Tangled Vine moved into Mitsumi's lap to focus and sprout out a beautiful, fragrant bush with exotic flowers and fruits.
"So pretty!" Mitsumi beamed and cuddled Tangled Vine. He focused a bit more with his glowing green eyes for a stalk to rise up and form into a sturdy branch for him to recline on.
"Can you make these all over the association?" the first board member asked. "They would be amazing decorations as well as a way for quick snacks."
"I can. But, if they are abused, they will wither away to nothing," Tangled Vine nodded with his wheezing tone. "We can explore all the main areas you need them to be in…?"
"After this and eating. So, I guess we can move through the building to see what all there is. Come to think of it…huh…" Saitama blinked. "I don't think I know what this entire place has…"
"Some areas are off limits, but…" the second board member started before hearing Sweet Mask clear his throat.
"Depending on the area, we will make exceptions," Sweet Mask nodded. "I would also suggest for those white flowers to be everywhere, too."
"No," Wind Crane said sternly. "Those are part of my daughter's powers. Granted, you were given a very small vial of perfume for the elevator ride. Even that was far too much. We do not want all of my daughter's secrets to be used for other means. The plants will be fine. Tangled Vine has ways to monitor it. Not flowers that he cannot reproduce."
"He can't make them?" King asked.
"No. They came from me when I landed. They are an anomaly to him. He can't even make the Lava Lilies around Fire Flight's volcanic region. Certain plants are only for us to have. That's if we make them," Wind Crane chuckled.
"I can protect them. But I cannot recreate them," Tangled Vine nodded. He gave a heavy, rumbling purr when Mitsumi moved her hand over his back and lightly scratched him all over. "Ahh! I'll want more!"
"Definitely," Mitsumi giggled and accepted the sweet fruit offered. After the other tray of delicacies came up and was dispersed, the group was ready for the first reporter. He was walked in by security and directed to the chair.
"You'll hear from my lawyer!" the man growled. Then he paused when Himiko, Zombieman, Daiki and Kiyoshi walked in.
"And you'll hear from ours if you really did hide my brother's murder," Kiyoshi grounded out and rested on his cane.
"Ah…well…" the man swallowed.
"He did. He still has money left over from when it was offered to hide certain key pieces of information," Inichi frowned.
"Blood money?" Mitsumi asked with a narrowing gaze.
"How could I refuse?!" the man argued.
"You knew you hid behind a murderer's bribe," Mitsumi said with a heavy glare. "You knew she did it and slandered me publicly. I know you very well."
"What did he say?" Kiyoshi asked. Himiko looked at Zombieman and shook her head with a grimace.
"Yes. Tell us," Daiki nodded.
"That I deserved to be locked away and undergo 'therapeutic shock treatment' for saying such a crazy statement!" she hissed out.
"Ah…well…!" the reporter cringed.
"Can I hit him?" Saitama asked Daiki. Then he paused when Overgrown Rover stealthy trotted underneath the chair the man was sitting in. It looked up and calmly waited until the man let out bark of surprise.
"What the hell is that?!" the man shouted and held his nose.
"Don't move. My dog is under your chair. It farted. If you move, you're a chew toy," Saitama warned. Zenchu was dying with laughter. Garou was no better. Bane and Kamikaze could only grin and snicker to each other. When Overgrown Rover snapped out with its massive fangs, the report knew he was trapped rather effectively.
"I don't know if I can repair that chair if it eats it with the guy," Tacki shrugged. "May be best to replace it."
"But…damn!" the reporter gasped at another gas ball released.
"My poor puppy has tummy troubles today," Mitsumi said calmly. "Maybe eating one of your shoes can help with that…"
"These shoes cost more than a month's rent at a high-rise flat!" the man growled. Tacki got up and calmly walked over to examine the shoes he wore.
"You're stupid. They're fake leather. You were scammed," she grinned lightly. "I can see where the stitching of light leather was done over the burlap casings. You were told to not get them wet, right? Wouldn't that be odd since you should be able to walk in any weather just fine with the original brand?"
"What?! That...that…no! There's no way!" the man gaped.
"Just proves to show that anyone will buy anything if they look pretty enough. All flash. No quality. Huh! I could relate that to a script…" she said and ran a hand under her chin in thought. That got Inichi dying with laughter. Then she saw one of the man's rings. "You buy fake gold, too? Looks like rhinestones for the gems. Nice artwork, but all fake."
"What?!" the man asked with surprise again.
"Yep. The band has gold flaking off, and there's a small chip in the main stone. It's gold-plated silver and glass. You might want to go back to who you got your stuff from. All fake," she beamed and hopped back over to Kamikaze to snuggle into his lap. She looked at her ring and said, "This is real. All the rings I make and get are real. Your stuff is crap. Admit it. Even your suit is a mix of plastic thread, polyester and wool. It gave off a small shine in the threading. That's how I know. And I bet your white shirt is a spandex blend with a hint of the same plastic threading, but it was made to feel like silk."
"But…damn it all!" the man pouted.
"I bet you thought the brand names you got were too good to be true at how cheap they were, right?" she snickered. "All knock-offs! You're too stupid to know what real quality is. Lady Mitsumi, can I suggest for Saitama to slap him and send him to prison? Cuz I'll gladly go over what every one of these guys are wearing and burn them out from all the fake junk they have on."
"That would do it," Kiyoshi mused. Daiki looked at Himiko with a small grin. Even she was giggling a bit with solid agreement.
"I like that," Mitsumi nodded. Saitama gave her loving kiss and had her move. He walked over to the reporter and slapped him out of the chair to face-plant into the ground.
"Done. Next," Saitama said and sat back down with his wife in his lap.
"This is far more entertaining than reading a bad script," Inichi chuckled.
"Nope. You should rant at them as though they are a script," Zenchu grinned wickedly. Inichi found himself thinking hard.
"If there is one that proves…fully distasteful…maybe. For now, this one is done," Inichi chuckled darkly.
"Agreed," Mitsumi nodded and let the man get taken out.
"Four left. I want Inichi to rant!" Saitama grinned and looked at the others. At their snickers and nods, he sat back and yawned. Nice! Then we'll eat properly and explore this building. I'm worried, though. Tangled Vine saw me destroy this place in his dream. I'll examine everywhere I can for where they can try to hide my wife. That will be my reason to explore. I'll let the others know through Inichi when we're ready to do that.
*Author's Note - Wow. Just wow. Over 150 chapters now. I'm at 1700 pages typed out on my Word Doc. And for views? has over 33k views! Archive of our Own has over 6700 views! Wattpad is at 1500 views! I am amazed and humbled by this, and I honestly don't know when this story will end. I'm sure it will! However, a small side note. I've been keeping track of the reviews, and I'm told there are errors. But when I ask where they are, I get no answers? Either I'm being trolled, or they just refuse to point them out. I always edit and re-read my stories when I can. If an error is found, help me out! DM me the chapter and the sentence so I can examine it and see if it's true. As for the story, itself-*
"Hey! Spoiler alert! I'm gonna have a dream chat with Mitsumi's dad! It's gonna rock! Keep following and see!" Saitama shouts out from a distance.
*Get back into place! ~shoos off with a broom~*
"Gaahh!" he shrieks and runs off with his hands in the air.
*Anyways, yes. Thanks for keeping up so far and the next chapter is in the works!*
