City A, Hero Association Headquarters.
Seventeen S-Class Heroes gathered together, sitting around a rectangular conference table.
A muscular man in a pink sweater sat on his chair, his butt wiggling restlessly, his eyes with long eyelashes staring at a certain shiny bald head in the meeting room, casting flirtatious glances.
S-Class Rank 17, Puri-Puri Prisoner.
A young man with a pompadour, wearing a red shirt and holding a Metal Bat, leaned back in his chair, sitting in an expansive, open posture.
S-Class Rank 16, Metal Bat.
A muscular man with short blonde hair wearing a blue tank top sat with his arms crossed, eyes closed in meditation.
S-Class Rank 15, Tanktop Master.
Beside Tanktop Master, a handsome man with long blonde hair, wearing a black bodysuit and a white cape identical to the Bald Demon King's, had his blue eyes open, scanning everyone present.
S-Class Rank 14, Flashy Flash.
Among them, there was one outlier.
He wore a white dog suit, with all four limbs on the chair, crouching there like a puppy; his simple face exuded the aura of a powerful expert.
S-Class Rank 13, Watchdog Man.
In the dim conference room, a shiny bald head was so dazzling that everyone shifted their gaze toward it from time to time.
Saitama looked around boredly, his eyes secretly scanning the surroundings to see if there was anything to eat, but finding nothing, he sat back in his chair helplessly.
S-Class Rank 12, One-Punch Man.
He looked to his left, and everyone ranked higher than him came into view.
Saitama memorized the appearance of every S-Class Hero, while giving a rough mental commentary.
That black man with huge muscles seems to be S-Class Rank 11, Superalloy Darkshine. He's bald just like me; it looks like we might have something to talk about.
S-Class Rank 10, Pig God. This guy is quite fat and large, and why is he constantly eating here?
S-Class Rank 9, Drive Knight. Whoa, he looks a bit like Genos, just a bit more handsome, with a sort of future-tech style.
S-Class Rank 8, Zombieman. Where exactly does he look like a zombie? He's just a bit pale with red eyes—wait, aren't those vampire traits?
S-Class Rank 7... oh, it's King. Wait, King is only ranked seventh?
S-Class Rank 6, Metal Knight... why isn't anyone there? Is it actually okay to be late for this meeting?
S-Class Rank 5, Child Emperor... no, whose kid is this? Still eating a lollipop; someone quickly send him home!
S-Class Rank 4, Atomic Samurai. This uncle with a toothpick in his mouth is pretty cool; he feels like those Martial World wanderers I've seen on TV.
S-Class Rank 3, Old Man Bang. The wagyu beef he gave me last time was pretty tasty; I'll see if I can go have some more next time.
S-Class Rank 2... eh?
Saitama's eyes widened as he looked at the petite figure with curly green hair, suddenly unable to keep a straight face.
This brat is S-Class Rank 2? There's way too much fluff in these rankings!
Tatsumaki noticed a burning gaze and looked over in confusion. After seeing that shiny bald head, a vein instantly popped on her forehead.
It's this guy! This wicked boiled egg, annoying small fry, dreg of society, earless man who doesn't listen to people, stinky baldy... how did he end up here too?!
Suddenly, Tatsumaki remembered that this plain-looking bald man seemed to be an S-Class Hero too, and his reputation had been quite big recently.
Just as Tatsumaki was about to speak, Saitama tapped the table and couldn't help but ask:
"Um, why are there two kids at the S-Class Hero meeting? Are they lost children who wandered in?"
As soon as he said this, not only did Tatsumaki's face turn dark, but Child Emperor, who was eating a lollipop, also got caught in the crossfire.
Atomic Samurai toyed with the toothpick in his mouth, his tone carrying a hint of admiration and the vibe of someone watching a good show:
"This new 'One-Punch Man' is quite capable. I heard he knocked Tatsumaki unconscious before. Not bad."
Saying this, Atomic Samurai stood up, reached out his hand to Saitama, and smiled:
"My hand only reaches out to the strong. You deserve my respect. Welcome to the team, One-Punch Man."
"Oh... okay."
Saitama took a second to react, realizing "One-Punch Man" was what they were calling him. He was used to being called Caped Baldy, so the sudden change in codename was a bit unfamiliar.
This uncle looks pretty free-spirited; I wonder if he never washes his hands after using the bathroom.
Although he had such a thought, Saitama was never one to spoil the mood, so he quickly shook Atomic Samurai's hand.
Tatsumaki was dumbfounded. She was just about to explode with rage, but then this boiled egg turned around to hit it off with Atomic Samurai, completely ignoring her.
Are you kidding me... are you kidding me!
Tatsumaki felt ignored and was instantly furious. She stood up, ready to start cursing, but Saitama had already turned his head:
"Don't worry, don't worry. After the meeting, I'll personally take you home. Please just rest for a bit."
"Huh?!"
Tatsumaki completely lost it this time. She was instantly enveloped in the green light of Psychokinesis and floated into mid-air, her eyes unfriendly:
"Explain yourself clearly! What do you mean?! You keep insisting I'm a child—I'm 28 this year, you damn baldy!"
"Hey, why is this kid so ill-mannered? Say whatever you want, but don't call me a damn baldy!"
"I will! Damn baldy, damn baldy, damn baldy, damn baldy! What are you going to do about it?!"
Saitama was also getting a bit annoyed. No one would be happy being called a damn baldy repeatedly.
King sat quietly in his chair, watching Tatsumaki and Saitama passionately bicker, and silently took out his phone to start recording.
Nice, another dark history moment.
Just as Tatsumaki was getting more agitated and even vaguely thinking of controlling objects in the meeting room to smash Saitama, the door was suddenly thrown open.
A sweating Sitch rushed in, and seeing Tatsumaki floating in the air, a bad feeling arose.
Could it be that another Tornado Madness Disaster is about to happen?!
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