Chapter 80: Is "Hurricane Tatsumaki" Striking Again?
City A, Hero Association Headquarters.
17 S-Class heroes had gathered, sitting around a long rectangular conference table.
A muscular man in a pink sweater sat in his chair, wiggling his butt restlessly. His eyes, framed by long lashes, sent flirtatious glances toward a certain shiny bald head in the room.
S-Class Rank 17: Puri-Puri Prisoner.
A young man with a pompadour, wearing a red shirt and holding a metal bat, leaned back in his chair, sitting with his legs wide open.
S-Class Rank 16: Metal Bat.
A muscular man with short blond hair, wearing a blue tank top, sat with his arms crossed, eyes closed in rest.
S-Class Rank 15: Tanktop Master.
Beside Tanktop Master sat a handsome man with long blond hair, wearing a black bodysuit and a white cape similar to the Bald Demon's. His blue eyes scanned everyone present.
S-Class Rank 14: Flashy Flash.
Among the crowd was an anomaly.
Wearing a white dog costume, he squatted on his chair like a puppy, his simple face exuding the aura of a powerhouse.
S-Class Rank 13: Watchdog Man.
In the dimly lit conference room, a shiny bald head dazzled, drawing everyone's gaze from time to time.
Saitama looked left and right, secretly scanning the room for snacks. Finding none, he sat back down obediently, resigned.
S-Class Rank 12: One Punch Man.
He looked to his left, taking in everyone ranked higher than him.
Saitama memorized the faces of each S-Class hero and silently commented on them.
That huge black guy with the muscles seems to be Superalloy Darkshine (Rank 11). He's bald like me. We should have something to talk about.
S-Class Rank 10: Pig God. This guy is pretty fat and big. And why is he constantly eating during a meeting?
S-Class Rank 9: Drive Knight. Whoa, he looks a bit like Genos, but cooler. Has a futuristic sci-fi vibe.
S-Class Rank 8: Zombieman. How does he look like a zombie? He's just pale with red eyes. Wait, aren't those vampire traits?
S-Class Rank 7: Oh, it's King. Wait, King is only Rank 7?
S-Class Rank 6: Metal Knight. Why isn't anyone here? Is being late allowed for this meeting?
S-Class Rank 5: Child Emperor. Whose kid is this? He's eating a lollipop. Someone send him home!
S-Class Rank 4: Atomic Samurai. This uncle chewing on a toothpick looks cool. Like a wandering ronin from TV.
S-Class Rank 3: Old Man Bang. The Wagyu beef he gave me last time was delicious. I wonder if I can get some more next time.
S-Class Rank 2: Eh?
Saitama's eyes widened. He stared at the petite figure with curly green hair, unable to hold back his disbelief.
This brat is Rank 2?! These rankings are way too inflated!
Sensing a burning gaze, Tatsumaki looked over suspiciously. When she saw the shiny bald head, a vein instantly popped on her forehead.
It's him! That evil boiled egg! Annoying small fry! Social trash! The earless man who doesn't listen! Stinking baldy! Why is he here too?!
Suddenly, she remembered that this plain-looking bald guy seemed to be an S-Class hero too, and quite famous recently.
Just as Tatsumaki was about to speak, Saitama slapped the table and blurted out:
"Um, why are there two kids in the S-Class meeting? Are they lost?"
With this statement, not only did Tatsumaki's face turn black, but Child Emperor, who was just enjoying his lollipop, caught a stray bullet.
Atomic Samurai shifted the toothpick in his mouth, his tone carrying a mix of appreciation and amusement.
"This new 'One Punch Man' has some guts. I heard he even knocked Tatsumaki out before. Not bad."
Saying this, Atomic Samurai stood up and extended his hand toward Saitama, smiling.
"I only shake hands with the strong. You are worthy of my respect. Welcome to the ranks, One Punch Man."
"Oh... oh."
Saitama froze for a second before realizing "One Punch Man" referred to him. He was so used to being called "Caped Baldy" that he hadn't adapted to the new codename yet.
This uncle seems pretty free-spirited. Does he never wash his hands after using the toilet?
Despite the thought, Saitama wasn't a killjoy. He quickly shook Atomic Samurai's hand.
Tatsumaki was dumbfounded. Just as she was about to explode, this boiled egg turned around and started chatting with Atomic Samurai, completely ignoring her.
Are you kidding me... ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Feeling ignored, Tatsumaki was furious. She stood up, ready to unleash a torrent of abuse, but Saitama turned back to her first.
"Don't worry. After the meeting, I'll personally take you home. Just rest for now."
"HAH?!"
Tatsumaki finally snapped. Wrapped in green psychic light, she floated into the air, glaring daggers at him.
"Explain yourself! What do you mean?! You keep emphasizing that I'm a kid! I'm 28 this year, you damn dead baldy!"
"Hey! You brat, where are your manners? Say whatever you want, but don't call me a dead baldy!"
"I'll say it! Dead baldy, dead baldy, dead baldy! What are you gonna do about it?!"
Saitama was getting annoyed too. Being called "dead baldy" repeatedly would piss anyone off.
King sat quietly in his chair, watching Tatsumaki and Saitama roast each other. He silently pulled out his phone and started recording.
Nice. More blackmail material.
Just as Tatsumaki grew increasingly agitated, almost ready to throw the conference room furniture at Saitama, the doors burst open.
A sweating Sitch rushed in. Seeing Tatsumaki floating in mid-air, a sense of dread washed over him.
Don't tell me... is "Hurricane Tatsumaki" about to strike again?!
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