High above the city, Saitama's body floated mid-air, falling slowly through open sky.
He looked completely unbothered by the rain of massive stones crashing toward him from every direction.
Instead, he simply glanced at the green-haired woman glaring down from above and said in a firm voice:
"Hey. You might be a kid, but even kids should know when to stop ssing around."
Tatsumaki's brow twitched. She hadn't actually intended to kill anyone—just to teach this bald man a lesson.
But his calm face, that utterly serious tone… it annoyed her more than any insult could.
With an annoyed snort, she raised her right hand.
Instantly, all the compressed spheres of rubble froze in place mid-air, suspended by her telekinetic power.
She wasn't planning to kill him, no.
But letting him talk down to her? Absolutely not.
"Who are you calling a kid, huh?!"
Her voice cracked with fury as she yanked Saitama closer with invisible force.
"You damn baldy! I'm twenty-eight, you know!"
Saitama fell silent. His blank eyes said everything: …Really?
"Hmph! You annoying baldy!" Tatsumaki's irritation peaked as she swung her hand, unleashing a wave of telekinetic shock directly at Saitama's shining head.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Each strike echoed like tal being hamred.
Thin trails of heat shimred in the air—but Saitama's glossy scalp didn't even dent.
Not a single mark.
His head glead in the sunlight, unscathed and almost… majestic.
"Huh?" Tatsumaki's eyes widened. She imdiately poured in more power, preparing another barrage.
That was when Saitama finally looked annoyed.
Mimicking the technique he'd seen from Zenin Kyūjō earlier that day, he threw a lightning-fast punch—not strong enough to kill, just enough to make her puke.
"Normal Queasy Punch!"
Ugh—!
Tatsumaki's face twisted as she clutched her stomach. A heartbeat later, she vomited mid-air.
Fubuki, watching from a distance, froze in disbelief… then couldn't help smiling a little.
Finally. Soone actually managed to put her in her place.
But Saitama's "light" punch had consequences. Tatsumaki's loss of focus broke her psychic hold.
Her telekinetic field collapsed—sending her, Saitama, and dozens of enormous boulders plumting from the sky.
Fubuki imdiately activated her own telekinesis, barely managing to catch her sister and Saitama in mid-air.
The falling rubble, however… she couldn't stop that much mass.
Whshhh! Whshhh! Whshhh!
The roar of air grew deafening as the massive stones accelerated toward the city below.
Z-City's entire district was about to be obliterated.
Just as Fubuki's face paled in terror, a blinding multicolored light erupted beneath the falling debris.
From that radiance… rose Zenin Kyūjō.
With one smooth motion, the Starforce Energy coursed through his hand.
A sword of shimring, prismatic light ford instantly in his grip.
"Cut."
—Shrring!
A single sound split the sky.
In the next instant, the chaos vanished.
The sky cleared—utterly spotless.
Only three figures remained hovering high above: Saitama, Tatsumaki, and Fubuki.
No boulders.
No clouds.
No dust.
The heavens above Z-City were as clear as a crystal canvas—completely purified by a single slash.
Kyūjō's strike had vaporized every fragnt of falling stone across the entire district. Not a speck of rubble remained.
It was as if reality itself had been polished to perfection.
"Saitama," Kyūjō said, sighing in exasperation. "Next ti you're fighting soone, could you please be a little more careful?"
"You realize our apartnt's right under here, right?"
"I don't care if your crappy place gets destroyed—but mine?! Do you even know how much effort it took to build it?!"
"With your power, you could've stopped this ss from the beginning! Why are you always so reckless? Try being responsible for once!"
Kyūjō pointed at Saitama, grumbling like a frustrated landlord.
Saitama could only grin awkwardly, scratching his bald head with that sa clueless expression.
Tatsumaki, still pale from nausea, stared wide-eyed at Kyūjō.
Then her gaze slowly shifted to her younger sister beside her.
The two esper sisters hovered silently, eyes eting—green fire against erald frost. No words, only tension.
"…Hey, Fubuki. Seriously?" Tatsumaki muttered with a pout. "You picked a fight with that guy?"
The re mory of Kyūjō's sword strike sent a shiver down her spine.
It wasn't just strength—it was fear, primal and absolute.
A sensation she hadn't felt in years, not since the first ti she'd ever faced death.
Even Tatsumaki, the Tornado of Terror, couldn't deny it:
The man below was… a true equal.
Zenin Kyūjō: …
anwhile, as for the bald man who made her throw up? Tatsumaki absolutely refused to acknowledge that loss.
In her mind, Saitama had just landed a lucky hit while she was distracted.
His punch? "diocre at best."
"Hmph! You're the stupid one, Nee-san!" Fubuki snapped back.
"I told you not to co here! He only hit once—and stopped there!"
"But you? You ca all high and mighty to 'save' , and look how that turned out! You got punched too. Congrats!"
"You think being top-ranked makes you unbeatable? Guess what? There are plenty of people stronger than you—and now you've t one!"
"I might not be as strong as you… but at least I didn't get knocked sick!"
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Tatsumaki's face turned red with fury.
"Why you—!"
The two sisters started arguing again, their voices echoing through the sky as they traded petty insults like children.
After a while, both huffed in frustration, turning away without another word to either Saitama or Kyūjō.
They flew off in opposite directions—twin streaks of green and white vanishing into the horizon.
And then… only one remained.
Saitama, left floating for half a second, suddenly dropped like a stone.
Thud!
His bald head planted straight into the ground like a nail.
Monts later, he stood up, brushing dirt off his cape as if nothing happened.
"Let's go ho, Saitama," Kyūjō said casually, strolling away.
"Ah, right!" Saitama jogged after him, still clueless. "Oh, hey Kyūjō, you think you could teach how to fly like that?"
Kyūjō glanced sideways, deadpan. "...Are you serious?"
"Co on, man," Saitama said earnestly. "Humans can't actually fly, right?"
Zenin Kyūjō: …
Is he really this dumb?
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