Illimitable Until Death

“ ———— ”

Some strange atmosphere begins to diffuse in the surrounding air.

He looked at the harmless man in front of him.

Staring at this man called Saitama.

The other party is also looking at the square, looking at the stare in the square, the expression does not fluctuate at all, instead, it seems like it can't touch the mind, some of it is silly.

Then Saitama said so.

“Would you like to sign it too? Can I let you go first? ”

The words give the impression, as if they were chatting, that there is no curiosity or accountability for the people who come to visit suddenly.

“This guy...”

Snow blowing that beautiful frown up again.

I can't help it, Saitama's attitude falls into the eyes of outsiders, more or less like looking down on people.

“Oops, oops...”

Even Sylvia looked like she didn't know what to do, but whispered to herself.

“It always feels like those kids from Luca Luca, a little dumb...”

This is Sylvia's view.

As for the square, it ignores the reactions of the people.

As if it was meant to accompany Saitama, there was a smile in the square.

“We are heroes passing by by by chance.” So he said to Saitama: “Before, there were two weirdos here, we defeated one, the other seems to have been defeated by you, right? ”

“Weird?” Saitama was stunned first. Then, as if she remembered something, she punched her hand and said: “Are you talking about the dog? ”

“Exactly.” Shoulder shrugged, "So, the opportunity is rare, so we followed some of the tracks you left to find here, sort of a little leisure time after work. ”

“Leisure…” Saitama twisted her head, seemed to be thinking about something, and said later: “Are you coming in for tea? ”

In response, there is only one answer.

“If I may. ”

Saitama opened the door very simply when she heard Fong Li.

“Then come in. ”

That's like being ready to entertain a neighbor.

And there was no nice place in the square, like a neighbor who really came to visit, and walked in.

Leave Sylvia with the blizzard, standing at the door, facing each other.

“What's the matter?” Saitama said to the two of them in confusion: "Don't you like tea? Would you like a drink? ”

Sylvia shook her head almost conditionally with the blizzard.

When Saitama walked into the house, they looked at each other.

“Is that man really as strong as Rorschach said?” The blizzard directly expressed suspicion, "he said.“ It feels like an ordinary people who don't understand anything. ”

“Well, since it's said here, isn't that wrong?” Sylvia smiled with some curiosity: “Now, I'm starting to wonder if people like that are really as strong as my family said, so let's go in and sit down. ”

So Sylvia held up some reluctant blizzard and walked into the house.

……

“Please have some tea. ”

Jenos, who just looked so cold, seemed like a new nanny at this moment, not only made tea, but prepared a cup for everyone who sat in front of a small round table, and then took the tray and came behind Saitama, sitting down.

Looking at Janos like this, Sylvia seemed to feel a little novel talking to Saitama.

“Is Saitama really Janos' teacher? ”

This is also a question in Sylvia's mind.

On Jenos, Sylvia can feel very powerful energy, just like the star forces that flow inside her, even though they converge.

So Sylvia was really curious whether Saitama could really teach such a powerful disciple.

However, Saitama denied it.

“This guy came to the door himself.” Saitama said in a somewhat boring way: “He kept saying he wanted to worship me as a teacher, and he couldn't get rid of me. ”

“I'm not leaving.” Janos raised his head and said with the utmost firmness, "I will not leave in any case until the teacher has promised me a disciple. ”

“Look, that's it, so just leave him alone.” Saitama ended the conversation in three words, then turned to Sylvia's curiosity and asked, “Are you really that Goki? Can I have your autograph? ”

“Could be fine.” Sylvia had a bit of a troubled laugh: “I'll prepare it for you before I leave. ”

“That's wonderful.” Saitama said so.

However, there was not much ups and downs, which made Sylvia wonder whether the person really wanted his signature, or just to say, made Sylvia laugh bitterly.

“An elusive man...”

This is an additional review from Sylvia.

And this assessment still has nothing to do with whether Saitama has the power or not.

Even Sylvia can only make that kind of assessment, let alone a snowstorm.

However, the snowstorm didn't even say a word, sat quietly aside, lowered his head, and the thought in his heart was like this.

(It feels like... I'm not in the world with these people at all...)

So, the snowstorm just felt superfluous, sitting there holding his fist and choosing to be silent.

There's only one left, talking to Saitama.

“By the way, can I call you Saitama? ”

“Yes, what should I call you? ”

“I'm Fong Li. ”

“Let me just call you Fong Li. ”

“Sure. ”

Dialogue, so bland.

“That's right.” Saitama seemed to think of something and said to the other side: “Did you just say you were a hero? Are you also targeting heroes? ”

“It's a goal, more precisely a job.” Don't you know that there is an association of heroes that deals exclusively with disasters and recruits a wide variety of talents to fight weirdos, that is, the existence of us, professional heroes? ”

“Alas?” Saitama stopped.

Obviously, this person does not know about this.

“I said...” The snowstorm just gave me a chance to ask Saitama, "Aren't you a hero? I've never heard of you! ”

However, the snowstorm questioning did not attract Saitama's attention.

Saitama was stunned, holding her head.

“A professional hero... a professional hero... I have no idea about this sort of thing...”

“So I'm an amateur hero? ”

“Are you kidding me? ”

“Although I'm only interested in being a hero, isn't it just a silent activity so far? ”

“No wonder... no wonder no one knows me on the street! ”

Until now, Saitama looked like a fool no matter what, and this would be extremely frustrating.

This makes Sylvia laugh again as the blizzard bites her lips and angers herself for being ignored by a second man.

“It turns out he's an elusive man...”