Early the next morning, just as the first rays of sunlight began to touch the rooftops, Zenin Kyūjō returned from the supermarket carrying a large bag of fresh seaweed. He humd quietly to himself as he made his way toward the kitchen, preparing to cook breakfast.
But then—he suddenly stopped.
His brow furrowed, and his eyes shifted upward, staring through the ceiling as if he could see beyond it.
In an instant, the Infinity Perception System activated at full capacity. Kyūjō's senses expanded far beyond the atmosphere, piercing through the blue sky into the silent void of space.
And there it was—
A massive teor, drawn in by Earth's gravitational pull, descending slowly toward the planet.
Through the live feedback from the Infinity Perception System, Kyūjō rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"So this is the teor that destroyed Z-City in the original tiline…?"
He sighed softly. He had no intention of letting Saitama smash it apart into flaming debris like before.
Without calling out to him, Kyūjō stepped out onto the balcony, his silver hair catching the sunlight—then launched himself skyward in a streak of blue light, soaring straight toward the incoming teor that had just breached Earth's orbit.
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Hero Association Headquarters – A-City
Inside the familiar control room, tension hung thick in the air. Dozens of operators stared wide-eyed at their monitors, watching as the enormous teor lood ever closer.
"The impact point has been calculated—it's heading straight for Z-City!!"
"Threat level: Dragon!"
Even though the system had categorized it as rely Dragon-level, the expressions in the room said otherwise.
A collision of that magnitude would an total annihilation.
Even if Tatsumaki, the Rank 2 S-Class Hero, ca in person, no one was confident she could stop it.
The teor was simply too large—and with gravity pulling it faster every second, its kinetic energy would be catastrophic. Even Tatsumaki's psychic power would likely crumble against it.
And to make matters worse, she was still far from Z-City. There wasn't enough ti.
Panic filled the air.
A senior officer slamd his hand on the console. "We can't waste ti! Evacuate all citizens from Z-City imdiately! Transmit the teor data to all nearby S-Class heroes—let them decide how to respond!"
His brutal recomndation silenced the room.
"Co on, people! The longer we hesitate, the more lives we lose!"
Another staff mber hesitated. "Wait… wasn't the one who defeated Tatsumaki yesterday called The Light of Z-City? Isn't he currently stationed there too? Maybe he can do sothing?"
"The Light of Z-City? But he's a close-range fighter, isn't he? Similar to Bang. I doubt he has a way to handle a teor disaster."
"Still, contact him! Send the data to his device! And continue the evacuation plan—we don't have ti to gamble!"
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"Wait—hold on!!"
A sudden shout broke the chaos. One of the younger operators, who had been mindlessly pressing buttons on the console, suddenly froze and pointed at the screen.
"What now?!" barked a senior director in irritation.
The operator's voice trembled. "An unidentified object just entered the atmosphere—moving at hypersonic speed! It's heading straight for the teor! Estimated contact in… thirty-five seconds!"
Everyone leaned in as he continued, his voice cracking with disbelief. "I just pulled a live image from the orbital satellite—look at this… isn't that him? The Light of Z-City?!"
He pressed a key, and the large monitor shifted to a zood-in feed.
A white-haired man was streaking upward, cutting through the clouds, through the stratosphere, straight into the void.
"It's really him!"
"He's flying? At that speed?! What the hell—he's faster than any aircraft we've ever built!"
"But can he really stop a teor that size…?"
"Who knows. But if he wasn't confident, he wouldn't have gone up there. Look at that speed… maybe—just maybe—he'll give us a miracle."
"Then we keep evacuating anyway. If he fails, Z-City will still be wiped out. Move, people!"
— — —
Thirty-five seconds passed.
"Look! On the satellite feed—hurry!"
Outside the planet's atmosphere, Zenin Kyūjō now stood suspended in space, surrounded by the endless silence of the cosmos. The blinding rays of sunlight reflected off his white hair as cosmic radiation washed over him, harmless against his body.
In his right hand, Starforce swirled like a miniature galaxy, coating his fist in a radiant blue light that pulsed with energy.
He exhaled softly—and then struck.
With a single, calm motion, he drove his fist forward, connecting squarely with the heart of the teor.
Destroying it outright wouldn't be difficult; even without Starforce, Kyūjō's physical power alone could pulverize it.
But if he did that—like Saitama did in the original tiline—the teor would shatter into thousands of deadly fragnts. The friction from re-entry might burn away so, but many would survive, crashing down upon the city below.
He couldn't let that happen.
— — —
So instead, his Starforce pulsed, flowing smoothly across his arm.
The teor froze—completely halted, suspended in midair above his palm.
And then—
Like a soap bubble bursting in silence, the colossal rock disintegrated from the point of impact, fading away into stardust and vanishing into nothingness.
— — —
The control room back on Earth fell completely silent.
No one moved. No one spoke.
On the screen, they watched the man drift calmly in the void, unaffected by radiation, temperature, or the vacuum of space—his power so absolute it bordered on divine.
"Is this… godlike power?" soone finally whispered.
"Could even Blast, our Rank 1 S-Class Hero, match sothing like that?"
No one dared to answer.
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Z-City – Zenin Kyūjō's Neighborhood
Inside Kyūjō's modest ho, the morning atmosphere felt strangely peaceful.
Saitama, still in his pajamas and yawning, strolled into the living room.
"Morning, Genos! Breakfast's kinda late today, huh? Kyūjō, you woke up late too?"
Kyūjō, who was stirring a pot in the kitchen, glanced over his shoulder with a deadpan look.
"Woke up late?"
Really? This man who never cooked, never cleaned, and only ever showed up to eat—was calling him lazy?
This shaless freeloader… bald, gluttonous, and completely without guilt—was truly sothing else.
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A few minutes later, Kyūjō erged from the kitchen carrying a large pot filled with steaming beef-and-seaweed soup.
"Breakfast's ready," he said flatly.
And as always—Saitama's eyes lit up like a child's.
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