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Saitama, sitting cross-legged on the ground, took a sip of beer and said with a satisfied expression.
The three sat around a table with a boiling pot in the center containing pork, meatballs, tofu, and various vegetables stewed together.
Ron picked up a meatball.
Fubuki, dressed in a green dress, sat on the ground, took a sip of her drink, and looked at Saitama, asking:
Where is Genos?
"He said he needed to replace some parts and wouldn't be back for a few days."
"Is it."
The television screen, now turned on, displayed images of the meteorite fragments transmitted over Z City, followed by the announcer's voice.
"To all viewers, the Hero Association has decided to dispatch three S-class heroes to deal with these meteorite fragments hovering over the city and threatening the safety of its citizens."
"The three S-class heroes are 'Tornado of Terror,' ranked second in the S-class."
On the television screen appeared a tornado, its arms crossed, a figure in a long black robe, floating in the sky.
"Ah, it's my older sister."
Fubuki exclaimed in surprise.
Saitama was even more surprised: "Eh? This little one is your older sister?!"
Ron ate his meatballs while watching Tornado on TV.
It is indeed too barren, completely different from Fubuki.
Tornado glanced at the camera lens, smoothed her hair, and said haughtily, "I could have easily handled it all by myself."
"Besides the strongest esper 'Tornado of Terror', there's also Child Emperor, the fifth-ranked genius boy in S-class, and Metal Knight, the sixth-ranked S-class with super destructive firepower. They will deal with the meteorite fragments in the sky right in front of us."
The scene shifts, and on the screen appears Child Emperor with a backpack and Metal Knight controlling a robot in the distance.
"Now, please witness the power of the S-class heroes!"
Ron looked at the television and laughed, "Using this opportunity to showcase the power of S-class heroes and restore public confidence in them... Not a bad idea."
Saitama: "Isn't this pretty good too?"
Fubuki stared intently at the television.
On the television screen.
Tornado and the other two S-class heroes displayed their respective powers and began to deal with the meteorite fragments in the sky.
"It would be interesting if someone who wants to take down a hero was also watching this live stream, as they would be actively showcasing their skills and strength."
As Ron spoke, he picked up a piece of pork and put it in his mouth.
"No way……"
…………
Below the uninhabited area of Z city.
Deep underground.
Wearing black-rimmed glasses and sporting long, wavy hair, Sykes lay on the sofa, a glass of red wine in her hand, watching the screen in front of her as Tornado unleashed her superpowers, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"Tornado..."
23, The Art of Words
After the dinner.
Ron and Fubuki left together as they were about to leave the no man's land.
They happened to run into Sweet Mask, who was conducting an investigation here again.
"Sweet Mask!"
Fubuki was somewhat surprised to see him.
Why would someone who ranked first in Class A be here?
Sweet Mask stared at Fubuki, narrowing his eyes: "You are... Hell Fubuki, the number one B-rank character. What are you doing here?"
"This shouldn't be any of your business."
Fubuki stared intently at him.
Sweet Mask strode towards the two of them.
“It’s true that it has nothing to do with me, but I know it even if you don’t say it.”
He stopped five meters in front of the two of them, reached out and took off his sunglasses, revealing a handsome face that could make girls scream.
"You're here to investigate leads about that guy too, right?"
Fubuki was taken aback.
Investigate that guy?
Sweet Mask noticed the change in her expression and was slightly surprised.
"Weren't you here to investigate the identity of the [Sword Master]?"
Suddenly, Chuixue realized.
It turns out he came to investigate the identity of the sword master.
But how did he know that the Sword Master would appear here?
Fubuki couldn't help but glance at Ron beside her.
Sweet Mask noticed her gaze and turned his gaze to Ron's face beside her.
The unfamiliar young man, judging from his appearance, seemed to be just as good as him. He didn't seem to be a registered hero of the Hero Association. Was he an unrelated outsider?
No.
It doesn't seem so.
This guy's eyes have the eyes of a strong person.
Sweet Mask stared at Ron and made a judgment in his mind.
Ron, with his hands in his pockets, looked at him calmly and asked, "Is there something you need?"
"No, it's nothing..."
Swish!
Sweet Mask darted in front of him and unleashed a fierce attack that sliced through the air, aiming for Ron's shoulder!
It all happened so suddenly that Fubuki hadn't even had time to react.
next moment.
Sweet Mask's figure flew backward like a bullet, crashing heavily into a building and kicking up a cloud of dust.
Under Fubuki's dazed gaze, Ron withdrew his right leg, his face calm.
"Let's go."
After the two left.
Covered in dust and looking quite disheveled, Sweet Mask suddenly awoke inside the dilapidated building. He sat up, touching his caved-in chest; at least three ribs were broken…
With just one strike, he was knocked unconscious!
How can it be!
Sweet Mask, sitting on the ground, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
Without a doubt, that man is that guy!
It's impossible for anyone else besides that guy to possess such power!
Sweet Mask clutched his chest, one hand supporting himself against the wall, and slowly walked out of the ruined building. His face was pale, but his eyes were unusually sharp.
I've found you, Sword Master!
This is the beginning.
I will not let this go.
After exiting the ruined building.
Sweet Mask's wounds had almost healed. He stood up straight in the sunlight, looked up at the sky, and his gaze was cold and sharp.
I was just careless this time. Next time I'll definitely show you my true strength!
correct.
The B-ranked Hellish Blizzard was walking with him; did she already know his identity?
What about S-class tornadoes?
Sweet Mask's eyes flickered slightly, then he took out his phone and dialed Tornado's number.
"Moshimoshi..."