The room went silent. "Distressed? Is the threat still active?"
"The energy reading from City Z was off the charts!" an official shouted. "Was it Blast? Did a God-level threat just vanish?"
Saitama had missed his local grocery store’s "Cabbage Saturday" because of this speech. The room went silent
Genos stood up, his metal joints clicking. "It was my Master. And he is currently distressed."
Saitama stood in the middle of a crater that used to be a city block. Before him lay the "Galaxy-Crushing Behemoth," a creature that had spent twenty minutes explaining its complex cellular regeneration and its vow to enslave humanity. "Was it Blast
Outside, another giant monster rose from the sea, roaring a challenge to the heavens. Saitama just sighed and reached for the remote.
Later that evening, Saitama and Genos sat in their cramped apartment. A small bowl of supermarket-brand ramen sat between them. "It was my Master
Back at Headquarters, the S-Class heroes were locked in a heated debate. Genos sat perfectly still, his internal processors recording every vibration in the room.