Recognized Hero

Chapter 17: House of Evolution

Today was nothing short of a disappointment. I have been expecting this so-called House of Evolution to strike an attack. My guard was up the entire day. I needed to protect my Master's belongings and apartment at all costs. Yet, no one came. "Sensei, I have located their hideout. It was suspiciously easy to track them down; I suspect a ploy." I informed my Master, who busied himself in front of the television.

There wasn't anything interesting being shown, but from my weeks of observation, it seems that watching the television was one of my Master's routines. I have written it down; it's possible that this was a part of Master Saitama's key to his overwhelming strength. I waited patiently as Master Saitama wore his heroic costume. I must conclude that it requires further improvements. The simplistic design and crude material it's made of wouldn't be enough to garner the public's attention. Though, I do admit that it stands out from the rest.

The somewhat simple design ameliorates his overall look. I would've liked to propose a better costume that I had in mind. It is one that I have personally designed. One that fits Master Saitama's greatness. But... From what I've heard. It looks like Master treasures his costume and refuses to change it. "Dude, are we going or what?" I hear my Master call to me. It seems that I've been too engrossed in my thoughts.

I quickly blurted an apology and moved. "Yeah, yeah... didn't you say that it's in a forest or something? Let's hunt some pigs while we're at it. I heard they're delicious."

...

Whoosh!

Saitama ran with carefree, avoiding the dozens of trees and rocks he passed by. His disciple, Genos, followed closely behind. "I am sorry, Sensei. I thought that you could fly..." Genos apologized. The fastest way of travel for him was to fly using his blasters, but Genos didn't expect that his Master couldn't fly.

"Why did you even think that I could fly... I'm still human, you know." Saitama responded with his usual blank expression. They conversed with each other, more of Genos apologizing for his mistake rather than an actual conversation. A few more minutes pass when Genos abruptly stop. 

"Sensei, their hideout is roughly 300 meters away. I suggest we take our time to pass through these dense forestation." Genos suggested. He was being vigilant. Genos don't know what they have inside their arsenal. "Oh, okay." Saitama merely agreed and stopped in his tracks. He didn't mind walking for a bit. It would serve beneficial for him. Saitama had two reasons for coming here. The first was to find the 'House of Revolution' he had mistakingly remembered. Saitama wanted to search for that girl, Ena's parents, and return her to them. The second was... well, he wants to hunt some species of pig that he saw in a hunting channel. Apparently, they taste pretty good.

Soon enough, they arrived at a large clearing, and in the middle was an eight-story building that looked suspiciously fake. None of the lights were on, and the door was tightly shut. "Genos, are you sure it's this building?" Saitama questioned. He knocked on the door uncaring, expecting no one the open it.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the sound of a mosquito buzzing was heard. "Oh." Saitama blurts out. He hated mosquitoes. Exceeding the feeling of losing his flip-flops. Without flinching, he quickly pulled out his palm and slammed it hard on his face. His face smoked, steam coming out where it hit.

"Sensei!" Genos called at the side. "What's wrong?" His Master questioned. "...There is none, Sensei. But the building..." He hesitatingly continued. "Is destroyed." Saitama quickly turned around and saw the aftermath of his action. "Oh. Oops." He didn't slap his face that hard, but Saitama forgot to take into consideration that a 'weak' slap would cause catastrophic damage.