A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

Qiao Sen raised an eyebrow, his powerful senses instantly identifying the pursuer.

A black-haired man, about 1.75 meters tall, wearing an old blue tracksuit.

It was Saitama.

His target, though also humanoid, wore a green coat, but its blue skin and the strange aura it exuded as it passed by clearly indicated that it was not an ordinary human.

Bang, whose senses were equally sharp, also noticed the anomaly: "Johnson, those two guys who just passed by..."

They exchanged a glance and quickly reached a consensus.

"Follow them and see!" X2

……

dead end.

"You still think you can escape?"

A cold, indifferent male voice came from above. The blue-skinned, frog-like figure, sweat beading on his forehead, pointed resentfully at the dark shadow in the sunlight above and demanded, "What a persistent pest! Who are you!"

“Me?” Saitama stood on the rooftop railing of the four-story building, looking down at him, and replied, “I’m someone who became a hero because of my interests.”

Sunlight streamed down from behind him, making his figure, whose face was obscured, appear incredibly imposing.

With that, he bent his knees, exerted force, and leaped down!

After several months of training, although he still couldn't quite adapt to the terrifying amount of training he had set for himself, his body had clearly become stronger than before.

A mere four-story building...

Stab it!

A sharp tearing sound rang out, and Saitama landed steadily, feeling a chill on his lower body at the same time.

Looking down, I saw that my sweatpants, which were already covered in patches, were hanging somewhere, and they were torn from the buttocks down to reveal pink boxer shorts, which were almost like a few tattered pieces of cloth.

No wonder it felt chilly.

Uh……

Saitama instinctively reached out and covered his butt, his originally cool entrance turning into something somewhat awkward in an instant.

……

"Pa!" X2

On the higher rooftop, two men who witnessed this scene covered their faces simultaneously.

Johnson had been eager to introduce Saitama to Bang, but now...

"Qiao Senjun, do you know that guy down there?"

"Don't ask me, I just don't know him!"

"..."

"Hahaha!" Seeing Saitama's embarrassing state, the frog man, who was originally very nervous, burst into laughter. "You, with your stupid appearance, call yourself a hero! You actually chased me for three blocks, I thought you were some great person... huh... eh?"

The frogman abruptly stopped halfway through his harsh words, and when he met Saitama's serious gaze, his heart skipped a beat!

……

Bang bang bang!

"Ahhh... Help! Sir, spare me..."

After a brutal beating, the stolen CDs in the frogman's pockets were scattered all over the ground, covered in strange green bodily fluids.

"In that case, even if we recover it, we can't keep it."

Standing in front of the unconscious frogman, Saitama disgustedly shook the slime off his hands and frowned in complaint.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly and calmly looked up at a certain spot: "Who's there?"

"Well done, young man. Would you be interested in learning about martial arts?"

"We meet again, Saitama. You looked really cool when you jumped down, but you were really pathetic when you landed."

Saitama:......

Chapter 12 Hot Pot Group +1

Two figures landed effortlessly from the heights, without even raising a speck of dust.

"Hey, it's Johnson!"

Saitama suddenly realized and relaxed. Although he didn't recognize the old man lecherously eyeing him, he figured that since the old man was with Officer Johnson, he couldn't be a bad guy.

"I saw this kid stealing something when I passed by a music store, so I chased him all the way here," Saitama said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry, you guys must have seen this."

“What’s so laughable about that?” Johnson shook his head, retorting earnestly, “All I see is a noble character; he truly is the friend I’ve chosen!”

As he spoke, he calmly put away a brand new "limiter fragment".

Bang smiled and nodded, "Having the courage to face monsters is a rare quality. Are you a hero too, young man?"

"Haha, you think so highly of me?" Saitama was a little embarrassed after receiving their affirmation, and replied, "To be precise, I'm still a long way from becoming a hero!"

"Really? How modest!" Upon hearing Saitama's words, Bang nodded to himself, his impression of Saitama improving even further.

However, it seems that this child, like Johnson, doesn't seem to have much interest in martial arts...

Thinking about this, the old man's good mood vanished, and he fell into EMO.

Unlike the old man, Johnson was in a very good mood at the moment.

With a reach of his hand, another "Limiter Fragment" was added to the deck.

Perfect!

"By the way, Saitama, have you had lunch yet? If not, let's go to my place for a drink."

Qiao Sen asked casually, raising his hand as if to drink.

goodong...

A strange sound rang out from the alley, and the three people's eyes immediately focused on the source of the sound.

On Saitama's belly.

Element awareness.

Johnson immediately waved his hand, indicating to Saitama that he didn't need to say anything more: "Alright, I understand."

"..."X2

"Um, I accidentally tore my clothes again. I'd like to go to a clothing store first." Saitama was pretty used to Johnson's enthusiasm. He nodded, tugged at his badly damaged sweatpants, and gestured, "I know a really nice owner who sometimes doesn't even charge me."

"Uh……"

Qiao Sen was about to say that he could wear mine first, but then he thought that friendship should be reciprocal, and giving without giving would just become charity.

"Alright then, we'll wait for you at my house. Hurry up."

"Roger that!"

Watching Saitama run away in a flash, Johnson glanced at the motionless monster on the ground and thought for a moment: "Mr. Bang, why don't we contact Lanny and deal with this? It's not good to leave a monster here like this."

“Indeed,” Bang agreed.

After calling Lani to explain the situation, Johnson specifically mentioned that Saitama had dealt with the monster.

When Clannad heard that the other party was not a registered professional hero, she immediately lost interest, but repeatedly assured that she would send someone over immediately to handle the follow-up matters.

Johnson didn't intend to help Saitama, after all, he himself didn't care about those empty titles.

(A bald man, looking anxious: "I still care about the monster's bounty, you know!")

……

scoff-

The pungent smell of cooking oil rose in the kitchen, only to be quickly carried away by the powerful suction of the range hood.

Many ingredients floated around Johnson, obediently cleaning themselves before landing on the cutting board to be chopped into appropriate sizes by the knife, and then jumping into the pot one by one.

Next came the seasonings and sauces in the correct proportions. The whole process was very orderly, and the person in charge of cooking only needed to stir-fry.

He could even be lazy and completely rely on telekinesis to operate it.

In the living room, Saitama and Bang, each holding a teacup, simultaneously glanced at someone bustling about in the kitchen. The teen idols singing and dancing on TV lost all appeal at that moment.

"Superpowers are just too much of a cheat..."

Saitama muttered to himself, his gaze meeting Bang's.

(ーー゛)

( ﹁ ﹁ )

┑(￣Д ￣)┍×2

"Hey hey, here comes the chicken soup for the soul~"

Qiao Sen, wearing an apron, brought over a large pot of chicken soup, with several plates of hot dishes floating beside him: "If there are three of us, let's have hot pot. I also stir-fried a few dishes to go with the drinks. Let's drink until we drop tonight!"