"Alright. I'll admit it. You're not a terrible cook." Tatsumaki said after swallowing the food in her mouth.
For the past few hours, Saitama and Tatsumaki did nothing but relax in silence. Neither cared about the lack of conversation; they each enjoyed the undisturbed tranquility of the ravine. Eventually, as the day approached noon, both began to feel hungry. So, Saitama opened the cooler he had brought and shared the food he had prepared.
"Did you think I was?" Saitama questioned with a mouthful.
"I mean, yeah," Tatsumaki confirmed with no hesitation. "Despite being the richest person in the world, you still get groceries at supermarkets. Not only that, but you also go for the cheapest stuff. Why would I assume that you care about food quality?" She asked.
"Hey, just because I'm a sensible shopper doesn't mean I shovel garbage into my mouth," Saitama answered. "Also, I don't go for the cheapest stuff." He corrected.
To that, Tatsumaki gave him a "Are you serious?" look. Complete with half-lidded eyes and a deadpan expression.
"Okay. I don't EXCLUSIVELY go for the cheapest stuff." Saitama clarified. "My main focus is always on sales. Why pay full prices for good ingredients when you can wait for a bargain?" He explained.
"Baldy, you could buy every supermarket in the world and not make a dent in your wallet." Tatsumaki pointed out.
"Just because I can, doesn't mean that I should," Saitama replied, making her groan.
"GOD. You are SO boring!" Tatsumaki exclaimed, even throwing her head back to emphasize her statement physically. "You need to flaunt your wealth! Enjoy it! You can start by building a MUCH better apartment building for us to live in." She told him.
"Hey, you're not moved in yet. Don't get ahead of yourself." Saitama responded. "Plus, I'm letting you remodel an entire floor almost. Don't get greedy." He added.
"I wouldn't NEED to remodel if YOU weren't the world's richest penny pincher!" Tatsumaki argued. "What're you going to do with all that money, huh? Let it sit there until you die?" She asked.
"It's for a rainy day. Or if something terrible happens." Saitama answered.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH." Tatsumaki groaned, falling onto her back. "YOU. ARE. SO. BORING." She repeated, louder this time.
"Be careful not to eat while lying down. You might choke." Saitama warned before taking another bite.
In defiance, Tatsumaki took the biggest chunk out of her food as she could. She then chewed it viciously while lying down.
"If you start coughing, you're on your own," Saitama said.
"Ha! Sure," Tatsumaki exclaimed, cheeks full of food. "You're too nice. You wouldn't sit back and do nothing." She confidently stated.
"You never know. Maybe today is when I become evil. You choking will be my first act as a villain." Saitama countered.
To that, Tatsumaki nearly burst out laughing. However, to avoid what they were talking about, she carefully swallowed the food in her mouth.
"HA!" Tatsumaki exclaimed with the biggest smile Saitama had ever seen on her. "YOU?! A VILLAIN?!" She questioned.
"What? It could happen. People snap all the time." Saitama reasoned. "One minute, everything's cool. The next, BAM. I'm knocking down buildings and terrorizing the world." He said.
"Pftt. Sure." Tatsumaki snickered; the idea was the funniest thing she had ever imagined. "Face it, baldy. You're WAY too boring to be a bad guy. Monsters and villains might be stupid and easy to beat, but they know how to get people's attention. Flashy appearances. Big and loud debuts. If YOU tried to be evil, you'd probably steal from a supermarket. One Punch Man, the grocery thief. I can see the headlines now." She taunted.
"Even so, no one could stop me." Saitama reminded her. "Any hero in the world who tried to keep me from snatching some bananas or pocketing some vegetables would be sent into the stratosphere. That alone would make me scary." He stated.
"Nah. I'd stop you. It'd take less than a second." Tatsumaki proudly responded, confident in her abilities.
"I dunno. We've never gone all out against each other. If push came to shove, I might win." Saitama said.
For a moment, there was silence. Saitama waited for Tatsumaki to say something. However, his last statement caused an idea to appear in her head. One that she couldn't believe she hadn't thought of sooner.
"...Saitama..." Tatsumaki spoke. Whoa. She used his name. This was serious. "There's...no one around for miles, right? No cities. No Association outposts. Not even a wandering hermit. We're completely alone." She asked.
"Yup," Saitama confirmed before looking around. "I've run for miles in each direction. Once, I even went in one big circle. There's nothing out here. Zilch. Nada." He assured.
"So...that means...if we were to start fighting...no one could stop us...and no one would be in danger..." Tatsumaki slowly said, her eyes as wide as saucers.
It took him a second, but quickly, Saitama realized what she was getting at. He slowly turned to look at Tatsumaki, their eyes now locked onto each other.
"...I...think there should be SOME rules. We ARE insanely strong." Saitama said.
"Sure. Sure. No super crazy stuff." Tatsumaki agreed with a nod.
"We TRY to stay in the ravine. If we start moving away from it, we could lose track of where we are. We're each strong and fast enough to return to civilization in a heartbeat." Saitama stated.
"Right. Can't have us going crazy and destroying a city." Tatsumaki agreed with another nod.
"...Alright." Saitama began, swiftly getting to his feet. "Let me try to get the cooler and towels to a safe distance. I'd prefer if they weren't obliterated." He requested.
"Go ahead. I need to stretch after that meal." Tatsumaki replied, also standing.
"Stretch? Do you need to be limber to use your powers?" Saitama inquired.
"No. But you're going to make me need to dodge and move around. So, I can't be stiff." Tatsumaki explained.
"Ah. True." Saitama agreed.
After that, the duo began their preparations. Tatsumaki spent several minutes ensuring she was ready to go. At the same time, Saitama walked a decent distance away from the ravine, set down his cooler and towels, then returned.
"So, what're you thinking?" Tatsumaki asked, referring to the rules.
"Most importantly, we're not trying to hurt each other. I know that doesn't need to be said, but because we're fighting without being violent, we need to figure out a point system." Saitama started. "How about we make it about contact?" He suggested.
"Sounds good. But what fully counts?" Tatsumaki inquired.
"Hands and feet, not arms or legs. Projectiles, like rocks, are only eligible if they're a certain size and aren't blocked by our limbs." Saitama specified.
In response, Tatsumaki removed a sizeable chunk from the ground with her powers.
"How about this? It's roughly the size of a baseball." Tatsumaki proposed.
"Yeah. That's perfect." Saitama agreed. "However, if you create a tornado, I'd say any hits then shouldn't count unless they're MUCH bigger." He said.
"Hm, fair. It's not like I can keep track of EVERYTHING that'll get swept up." Tatsumaki accepted. "What about loss conditions? Maybe a time limit?" She asked.
"We should only stop when it gets out of control," Saitama answered. Afterward, he quickly raised his hand to keep her from speaking. "NOT saying you'll lose control. Inevitably, we'll reach a point where the entire ravine could get destroyed. When that happens, we hard stop." He explained.
"Sounds good." Tatsumaki approved, having no issues. "Well, is there anything else?" She inquired.
For a few seconds, Saitama closed his eyes to think. He considered anything they might've looked over, only to come up with nothing.
"Nope," Saitama said, followed by a small smile. "We're ready to start. You can go first." He offered.
"My, what a gentleman." Tatsumaki jested with a smirk.
With the go-ahead, Tatsumaki began using her powers. Several rocks, all of the appropriate size, were lifted from the ground or removed from the ravine's walls. Saitama expected this. He knew she'd want to try and get as many points as possible from the get-go.
A barrage of rocks flew toward Saitama not a moment later. Tatsumaki was certain that she'd get at least ONE point. He was fast, sure. But not even he could manage to stop EVERY last one.
CLAP
With the same force as a sonic boom, Saitama brought his hands together. The shockwave this created demolished the incoming projectiles. Damn it, Tatsumaki thought. She honestly expected him to only rely on his punches for defense.
But there was more to Saitama than his immeasurable strength. While nowhere near the level of tactical prowess as someone like Drive Knight, he'd come up with a few creative uses of his abilities. Of course, the same could be said about Tatsumaki. Throwing rocks around like a caveman was not the extent of her capabilities.
Tatsumaki, with the same ease she had when ripping rough chunks of stone from the Earth, could also shape it. Her mastery over her ESP could make the carving of any material instantaneous. So, with that in mind, she changed her strategy.
FWOOM
Suddenly, from all sides, Saitama was surrounded by long columns emerging from the ground. They were being manipulated to move like serpents, converging on his location.
"Whoa!" Saitama exclaimed, forced to start dodging. "I've never seen you use this before!" He called out as distance was created between them.
"I've never had a reason to!" Tatsumaki responded with a determined expression. "Even the strongest monsters I've faced could be killed by crushing them or with a big enough projectile!" She explained.
Yeah, that made sense. Similarly to how Saitama could decimate a foe with a simple backhand, Tatsumaki could compact one to the size of a golf ball. Truly, these two were powerhouses without an equal. Well, besides each other, of course.
But this is precisely why Tatsumaki had been craving a fight with him. She wanted to be challenged, forced to think of something new. Simple rocks, boulders, and basic psychic blasts wouldn't be enough for Saitama. All the ideas for winning this mock battle between them excited her.
Secretly, Tatsumaki hoped that'd be the case for Saitama, too. His boredom far exceeded hers. Playful insults and joking aside, she was just as aware of his failing emotions as others were. But now, in this fight, he might feel something at last.
Strike after strike, Saitama effortlessly dodged the pillars. As a result, Tatsumaki summoned more. This time, they shot out from the walls that surrounded them. The only place Saitama would eventually be able to go was up. At which point, that'd be Tatsumaki's best opportunity.
Slowly but surely, the ravine became a mess of stone tendrils, trying their best to hit Saitama. Even from behind, where he hadn't reached yet, they were starting to appear. He had no option but to jump to avoid giving Tatsumaki points.
"GOTCHA!" Tatsumaki shouted with a grin as she made the tendrils give chase. Additionally, she also sent forth another barrage of rocks. Although this time, she doubled the amount.
He had no means of flying, and his feet weren't on the ground; there was no way Saitama could evade! As her attacks were nearly upon him, Tatsumaki paid special attention to the rocks. She bet Saitama would prioritize the columns, allowing some, if not ALL, of her projectiles to land hits!
Then, when everything was nearly in contact with Saitama, he threw his first punch.
BAM
With the force of a thousand shotgun blasts, Saitama remained untouched. The pillars and rocks were destroyed in less than a fraction of a second. As for Tatsumaki, her hair and dress were slightly blown backward by the air his punch pushed forward.
"Nice try," Saitama said with a playful smile as he landed on the ground.
Following that, Saitama rushed forward. Of course, he had no intention of hitting Tatsumaki. For him, a simple pat on the back or touch of her shoulder would count as a point. However, the Esper wasn't about to make things easy for him.
With her powers, Tatsumaki was, at the very least, fast enough to evade any of Saitama's advances. For the next minute, the roles were reversed. She dodged and batted away his attempts to place his hand on her while he pursued. All the while, he had that stupid smile on his face.
"You think you're SO cool, huh?" Tatsumaki questioned.
"Nah." Saitama simply replied. In doing so, it only annoyed her.
"Do you ever get TIRED of being humble? Or do you say crap like that just to piss me off?" Tatsumaki asked.
"Maybe a little," Saitama answered with a smirk.
Oh. That did it. After one more dodge, Tatsumaki returned to the offensive. No more games. One way or the other, she was getting a point.
With a strong burst of psychic energy, Tatsumaki nearly sent Saitama out of the ravine. With that space created, she quickly began swirling her power around her. Showing why the Association had given her the hero name: Tornado of Terror.
"Ah. It's come to this." Saitama said, treating the ever-growing spiral of death as if it were normal. "Remember! The rocks have to be a certain size!" He told her.
"Yeah, yeah! I know!" Tatsumaki responded with an eye roll. "I'm not an idiot, geez." She muttered.
More and more, the tornado's size increased. By the time Tatsumaki stopped expanding it, it nearly overtook the ravine. But she was no novice to her abilities. Tatsumaki knew the limits of her power and thus wouldn't let the area be devastated or lose control.
Again, Saitama remained perfectly still and watched this happen as if it were nothing. If anything, he always found Tatsumaki's displays of power to be awesome. As insane as it might sound, he was a little bit jealous. She and Fubuki's ESP abilities were so interesting that Saitama couldn't help but think of all the things he'd do if HE had them, too.
Suddenly, from within the tornado, a third barrage was underway. However, unlike the last two, it wasn't rocks that were being thrown. Instead, massive boulders the size of cars. Yet, like before, Saitama either destroyed or dodged them with ease.
But as Saitama was busy avoiding hits, the tornado began approaching. Soon, the raging winds would surround him. With them, many more boulders and other projectiles were added to the assault. Yet this would not be the extent of Tatsumaki's tactic.
With Saitama now below her at the center of the tornado, Tatsumaki pulled more columns from the walls to strike at him. In the following minutes, she watched him impressively either dodge or shatter everything that came his way. All the while, Saitama remained where he stood, not moving an inch.
"Damn it. Still no hits." Tatsumaki thought. "I can't rush him; he'll leave the tornado if I do. The same will happen if I try to remove the ground from beneath him. All I can do while keeping him where I want is to increase the speed of everything." She reasoned.
Doing precisely that, Tatsumaki increased the intensity of the whirling winds. Within seconds, they were becoming strong enough to whittle the ravine's walls, progressively making them smoother.
"Wow. She's doubling down." Saitama thought, still untouched. "Although, if this keeps up, she could start ripping off massive pieces from the-"
CRACK
Right as the thought entered his mind, Saitama heard a loud noise. He expected to see a HUGE fragment of the ravine fly at him, yet nothing like that came his way.
"What was that sound then?" Saitama wondered, now studying his surroundings.
Searching for the source, Saitama's eyes soon fell onto the ground. Tatsumaki, despite not trying to, was beginning to damage the Earth beneath them.
CRACK
Another split. The first must've been outside the tornado, as Saitama couldn't find it. But that second one came inward from beyond the edge of the winds. Confirming that his suspicion was true.
"Uh, Tatsumaki!" Saitama called out while looking upward. "I think we need to call it! Or stop using the tornado!" He said.
"Is he saying something?" Tatsumaki wondered. The raging gusts and the debris getting tossed around and destroyed made it hard to hear anything else. "BALDY! YOU'LL HAVE TO SPEAK UP!" She shouted down.
Sadly, the difficulty of hearing the other applied to each of them. Saitama could see Tatsumaki's mouth moving but couldn't make out the words.
"Alright. Plan B." Saitama decided, knowing shouting back wouldn't accomplish anything.
As a massive boulder came his way, Saitama jumped onto it and used it to help propel him upward. He could've done that on the ground, but he assumed that even his lightest leap would fully destroy it because it was breaking already. Saitama's plan was simple; get close to Tatsumaki and tell her what was happening. Unfortunately, the Esper interpreted his sudden ascent as a change in battle strategy.
"Oh, ho. Brazen, aren't you?" Tatsumaki thought with a smile, impressed by his unexpected shift to offense. "DON'T THINK I'LL MAKE IT SO EASY FOR YOU!" She shouted, hoping it would reach him this time.
It didn't. Once more, Saitama saw her mouth move but had no idea what was spoken. So, imagine his surprise as he continued to leap toward her when a NEW obstacle appeared. Similar to the snake-like columns she'd been using, Tatsumaki began forming smaller vortexes within the tornado to impede his progress.
This was especially problematic for Saitama since his footing depended on objects easily influenced by the powerful storm around him. Tatsumaki, like a surgeon, was surgically removing any debris big enough for him to land on.
"Ugh! Damn it, Tatsumaki!" Saitama exclaimed in his head. "I've just got to go for it!" He decided.
Before the boulder he stood on could be removed, Saitama bent his knees and put as much power as possible into another jump. Tatsumaki, noticing his change in posture, anticipated this. As such, when he rocketed toward her, she erected a barrier. Before he knew it, Saitama was bounced into a different trajectory, much like a pinball when struck by a bumper.
"HA! NICE TRY!" Tatsumaki taunted, even though he was WELL beyond earshot by the time she said it.
Flying through the air like a shiny missile, Saitama did his best to devise a way to avoid obliterating the Earth when he landed.
"What do I do? I've only got a few seconds..." Saitama pondered before looking at his hands. "...Huh...I wonder...if I clapped hard enough...would I?..." His thought trailed off; there was no time left. It was now or never.
Pulling back his arms as far as he could, Saitama prepared to put all his strength into this next action. He even decided to give it a proper name.
"Serious Series. Serious Clap."
Now, one would expect a sound at this point, wouldn't they? Boom. Slap. Pow. Crack. Etc. However, there was no way to describe whatever emitted from Saitama's hands when he brought them together.
Well, perhaps there was, just not in the way of a noise descriptor. Biblical. Godly. A power so great even cosmic forces would feel fear. You get the picture.
Regardless of the sound, or whatever we wish to call it, Saitama succeeded in his goal. Thankfully, he was mindful enough to aim his hands at the sky. If aimed at the Earth, Saitama knew that the shockwaves would inevitably cause the damage he was trying to avoid. Even now, he did his best to be aware of his strength's effects.
But, as is often the way of life, no good deed goes unpunished. Saitama paid a price he was entirely unaware of in his efforts to preserve the Earth. His destination, before his correction, was set. There was no way he wasn't going to crash into the ground; he knew that.
However, by changing his trajectory, which was now going backward, Saitama didn't know where his impact zone could be. Was it the top of the ravine's walls? The walls themselves? Maybe the ground again?
Nope. Saitama sent his body straight into the tornado in a display of accidental marksmanship. Precisely, it was the vortex's center. You know, where Tatsumaki was.
THUD
Ah, a discernable sound. A return to normalcy. Although, it was hard for either of them to appreciate that since they were now on a direct course with the dirt.
THUD
Wow. A two-fer. Don't see those very often. In a small explosion of dust, Saitama and Tatsumaki returned to the Earth below. Each was greatly confused about what had happened.
" *Cough* *Cough* " Saitama lightly wheezed, getting some dirt out of his lungs. "Hey, Tatsumaki. Are you okay?" He asked.
Upon voicing that inquiry, Saitama immediately noticed two things. 1. His voice was muffled. 2. Everything was dark for some reason.
"Did we go underground?..." Saitama wondered before pushing himself up. "Hey! Tatsumaki! Are you o-"
Frozen. Fear. An instant understanding of the scenario. As Saitama rose from what he assumed was the ground, he discovered it wasn't.
Saitama's face hadn't been pressed down in the dirt. The reason for the blackness, as well as the muffling of his voice, was a black dress. The very same that Tatsumaki was wearing. Which, as luck would have it, was still on her body.
Unluckily, this meant that Saitama was on top of Tatsumaki. The location his head had been a few seconds ago was the abdomen. THANKFULLY, it was below a certain "part" of the torso. But, in the long run, this wouldn't mean anything.
Because once Saitama realized his and Tatsumaki's position, he slowly moved his head upward to see if she was conscious. She was. And she stared at him with a wide-eyed expression. It seemed as though Tatsumaki had regained her senses right when he pushed himself off her.
"..." Neither said a word. Each was waiting to see what the other would do or say. "...I...guess that's a point for me," Saitama spoke, hoping his lighthearted comment would diffuse the situation.
It didn't.
BOOM
A psychic blast of terrifying magnitude. The kind that could turn a continent into an archipelago. Saitama was flung into the right wall of the ravine. As for Tatsumaki, an embarrassment that couldn't be put into words overcame her.
"That...dumbass..." Tatsumaki struggled to think. She was so flustered. "A point for me. THAT'S what came to his mind?! Does he ACTUALLY not have a brain inside that dense skull of his?!" She questioned.
Over the next several seconds, Tatsumaki did her best to calm down. She breathed in and out. Although her face still burned and her hands were tightened into fists, she was relatively back to normal.
"I guess I should pull him out..." Tatsumaki slowly said, getting to her feet. "The idiot's probably buried twenty feet in there." She guessed.
However, before Tatsumaki could approach the Saitama-shaped hole in the ravine, a sound reached her ears. Mechanical. Repeating. Loud. It took no time to recognize.
"You...have GOT to be kidding me..." Tatsumaki muttered with a furrowed brow, slowly turning her attention to the sky.
Sure enough, coming toward the ravine was a helicopter. Brandished on either side of the vehicle in distinguishable white lettering was: H.A.
When the transport eventually reached her and began its descent, Tatsumaki peered into the windshield to see if anyone of importance was inside. In her opinion, no. No one of significance was in that helicopter. Yet, in public opinion, he was the second most important person in the world.
"Tornado!" Sweet Mask called out as the vehicle touched down. "What happened here? Did you encounter a monster?" He asked.
"Are. You. Serious?" Tatsumaki slowly questioned. Her eyes were wide again but for a VERY different reason. "No, seriously. What the actual HELL are you doing here, Sweet Mask? How did you even know to come here to find me? IT'S LITERALLY THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!" She asked, shouting that last bit.
"Your phone. You know, the one the Association provided you?" Sweet Mask answered while stepping out. "Although you have it turned off, it can still be tracked." He informed her.
"WHY would you NEED to track me?" Tatsumaki pressed.
"Because One Punch Man wasn't at his apartment." Sweet Mask began, now taking in the surroundings. "When we discovered his absence, we checked in with the other S-Class heroes. All of them were accounted for and didn't know anything about their leader's sudden disappearance. However, the Tornado of Terror had been silent for a few hours. Right around the time, we suspected that One Punch Man managed to leave his home without being seen by anybody." He explained, his eyes stopping once they discovered a most peculiar sight. "Given the shape of that hole over there, I'm guessing we were right." He concluded.
"Wow. Give you a cookie. You can play detective." Tatsumaki sarcastically replied. "Did the corpse help you? Or did you pull your head out of your ass long enough to see the obvious?" She continued.
"Good to see you're as pleasant as ever." Sweet Mask said with a smile. His lack of proper reaction nearly burst a blood vessel in her head. "But I'm afraid we don't have time for such wonderful banter. I need to get One Punch Man to HQ." He told her.
"What? Why?" Tatsumaki asked, dropping her sarcasm for curiosity.
"We're getting on top of the media frenzy. We're going to reveal Genos to the public. Then we will conduct a test for him with One Punch Man present. Both he and the world will get to see how Genos performs. If he's as promising as he seems, he could start in S-Class. Such an outcome will appease everyone." Sweet Mask answered.
"OH. So you're just going to FORCE Saitama to have another disciple for PR, is that it?" Tatsumaki questioned with her hands on her hips. "Don't you think he's got enough crap to deal with? Between the public and the Association constantly bothering him, he doesn't need some dumbass cyborg clinging to him like a lost puppy!" She exclaimed.
"My, you're quite defensive." Sweet Mask noted. Somehow, in a way Tatsumaki couldn't describe, his gaze changed. Was it more serious? Intrigue? A combination of both? She wasn't sure. "Or perhaps, it's protective? I'd expect something like this from Metal Bat. King too, but he'd be far more polite and well-spoken. Yet here you are, standing up for One Punch Man. Not only that, but you called him by his name. Very peculiar, Tornado." He stated.
"What're you implying?" Tatsumaki inquired. The rocks around her began levitating.
"Nothing. I'm only observant." Sweet Mask responded. "Although, I recall having a lovely chat with King once. We talked about you and your sister and how he noticed some odd behaviors the two of you seem to share. He stressed that it was only speculation, nothing more. But I think One Punch Man's humble nature has rubbed off on him. His perception is almost, if not as good, as his mentor's." He told her.
In addition to the rocks, the large pieces of debris that fell once the tornado ended began to rise. Tatsumaki and Sweet Mask engaged in a staring contest. One with fury, the other with an unshakeable resolve. Who would be the victor of this battle of wills?
"Sweet Mask?" The voice of Saitama called out, getting their attention. "What're you doing here?" He asked.
Looking toward the hole, the pair of heroes discovered an emerging Saitama. They also noticed how much of him there was to see. On account of his clothes no longer existing.
THUD
Three thuds? Incredible. This time, it came from the rocks and debris Tatsumaki had been lifting with her powers suddenly dropping to the ground. Their unexpected descent was due to the Esper releasing her hold on them. Although, it wasn't intentional.
"SAI...SAI...SAI...SAI..." Tatsumaki stuttered. Thrice, her eyes were wide. However, this time it was for a similar reason to the first. As indicated by the tomato color her face currently possessed.
"Um...One Punch Man..." Sweet Mask began, having quickly covered his eyes with his hand. The pilot in the helicopter, who'd been watching things unfold, did the same. "You...seem to have lost your apparel..." He informed him.
"Hm? Oh! You're right." Saitama realized, now looking down at himself. "You know, I DID think it was a little breezy." He admitted.
"SAI...SAI...SAI..." Tatsumaki kept stuttering. Her body was now lightly shaking.
"If you'd like, I could offer you my jacket." Sweet Mask proposed.
"Nah. It's okay. There are two towels nearby here that we laid on. I'll go get them and wrap them around myself." Saitama replied.
"Oh. Alright. We'll wait for your return, then." Sweet Mask said.
With that, Saitama departed. Sweet Mask and the pilot dared not to remove their hands until they were ABSOLUTELY certain he was no longer in sight. As for Tatsumaki, she continued to stutter and shake. It could take another head-on collision from the man whose name she struggled to say to bring her back to planet Earth.
