Chapter 13: Quest For The Lost Wallet(2)

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Boom!

Rubles flew everywhere, and dust scattered. Saitama was the first to go through, and Genos followed next. It was dark, but he could vaguely see what was ahead. "Oh. Hey Genos, there's someone over there..." Saitama said, informing Genos. "Yes, and it appears there are more hiding within the shadows." The cyborg said. He scanned the area again and discovered a few more of them.

'...Usually, a situation like this calls for reinforcement. But with Master Saitama around, I guess that wouldn't be necessary. Though, it would be wise to inform the headquarters later.' Genos thought thoroughly. He readied his weapons and prepared for combat. Genos wishes for his master to have a bit of reliance on him; though, does cleaning his apartment every day count?

He stared at his master's face and unbothered expression. 'Master Saitama's still as mysterious as the first time I met him... The secret to his unimaginable power, even the person himself doesn't know.' This thought still plagues his mind; revenge is his ultimate goal, and he needs strength to achieve it. Therefore, he became Saitama's disciple and did his best to learn his master's secrets.

Screech!

A painful cry resounded throughout the tunnel; hurried footsteps followed. In the distance, Saitama saw a faint glow of green in the darkness. Its color flickered as if the source was weakening.

"Hey..!"

...

The moment of distraction gave Fubuki a chance to escape. She shifted her body and twisted, using her flexibility to her advantage. She slipped away from the monster's tight grasp with the help of her psychic abilities. Coming to his senses, he howled in annoyance at her and his mistake. He lengthened his tongue as it swiftly moved as if it were an extension of his limb.

His masterful control over his body surprised Fubuki, but her nimble and agile movements helped her escape. Up ahead, she saw two figures, one that she recognized instantly. The other, she doesn't know. "Hey..!" She shouted, almost coming out as a squeal. It quickly gained their attention. Unfortunately, she didn't watch her steps and fell face-first into the filthy sewage water.

Fubuki did not have any trouble breathing inside the waste of a dump with the help of her psychic. She used it to cover her whole body to prevent dirt and other unwelcome filth from her body. It also filtered the air she breathed. However, her energy has been completely depleted with the constant use of her ability.

Her body strained, exhaustion assaulting her. She didn't expect to get tired so soon, and without a doubt, she became weaker due to her negligence. She has been neglecting her self improvements. Improving her ability to the fullest was her goal, but something changed these past few months...

...

"We should help her, right?" Saitama asked, his thoughts unknown. The loss of his wallet still plagued his mind. He wanted to find it as soon as possible. "At once, Sensei," Genos replied and immediately took action. He appeared right behind Fubuki and aimed his hands toward the monster that chased.

It slowly glowed brighter until it was as bright as the sun. "Even though it is unwise for me to use such a destructive move in an enclosed place, the monster being a Dragon-Level threat should be considered."

'Therefore, I must finish this in a single move.' He silently thought. He added more power to his attack and launched. The results were devastating—for the monster, at least. It severely injured the Dragon-Level monster and wiped out the remaining demon levels.

'Huh... Was Genos always this strong?' He stared in awe at the kid. Genos didn't seem much when they had their sparring match... But he could write it off as himself being too strong. Thankfully, the sewer tunnels haven't collapsed. 'Whoever designed this needs a raise...' He silently praised the person the designed the sewers. 'Yeah, I need to hire that guy. I need a sturdier apartment.' He added and recalled the countless time he had to repair his apartment himself.

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