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What is it now?

Come on, get up.

Tell me, Chiranko.

Have you learned nothing in the past six months?

When first I made you my disciple, I said to train like your life depended on

it. I don't think your skills will ever improve.

You've no talent for the martial arts.

You are hereby expelled from the dojo.

Never return!

Thank you.

Bang is acting strangely.

That's right. He changed my training to full contact, and he beat me

mercilessly. He'd been so kind -hearted before.

There's something going on.

And I was hoping you guys would know what that something might be. I do not

know. Bang, like the class S hero Silver Fang?

Don't know if you saw, but we're kind of trying to play games here.

I guess the group has grown.

However, I can make an educated guess.

It probably has to do with Garo.

Garo? The guy who was kicked out of our dojo?

What'd he do?

I see.

So you have not heard, I take it.

Garo is now known as a criminal.

He has been added to the Association's wanted list as a violent monster.

Bang himself has volunteered to take him down. A monster?

Garo? Apparently there was an incident at HQ.

The Association has been keeping it under wraps.

But should a violent battle ensue, it could quickly spin out of control.

Perhaps that is the reason why Bang pushed you away.

I had no idea.

So Master Bang considers me a burden?

But that is simply my hypothesis.

Your thoughts, Master?

I don't know, man. I mean, it's not like I know the old dude all that well or

anything.

Silverfang.

Now that's a cool hero name.

How'd I get stuck with Caped Baldi?

There's still one thing bothering me, though.

Who are you?

Charanco, a Pithant who is Bang's current top disciple master.

You two have met.

Huh? For real?

I just can't allow myself to be a burden for the sake of my master. I need to

stop Garo.

But it's not like he's gonna pop up right next to me.

And even if I did manage to find him, I'd only... Hey, numbnuts.

You're a hero, right?

Yes, indeed. I'm called Moomen Rider.

Time to hunt.

Hunt? What on earth are you talking about?

This entire discussion is a bit odd. To complete my evolution into a monster, I

need prey like you.

There you are.

You sure this is the guy?

Oh, I'm sure.

Now, time for a little payback.

Are you here speaking vengeance, tank top vegetarian?

I left you within an inch of your life and now you throw that life away?

That's the next level, stupid.

Your musclehead friends won't be leaving alive either.

Now die!

What?

I hear you roughed up my friend here.

Collect that.

Looks like I hooked a big one.

Perfect. I'm friggin' stoked!

Take

that

tackle!

There it is. Master's kick -ass signature move. Take that tackle and

tons of monsters.

Get him, Master.

That bastard has no chance against the likes of... No way!

How is he still standing?

Hey, listen up! You got lucky, freak!

Who in the hell is this guy?

Is he even human?

Have you put all your affairs in order?

I'm an old man, alone in the world.

The same as you.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'll have you know I bid farewell to several hundred disciples.

You cut ties with everything you had to come to your younger brother's aid.

And for that, you have my thanks.

Well, if we don't stop that Garo fellow, he'll come after my dojo soon enough.

Of course I came.

We must be careful with this one brother. You cannot imagine how fierce

powerful that wretch may have become by now.

Certainly fierce enough to call for my assistance.

Yeah! Another cake top fight! How'd you like it?

When he survived Master Tackle, I was dead for a second. This won't take long

all. Get him! One thing's for certain.

He is human.

But then, why?

Why are my senses telling me to kill him here and now?

Enough. Time to die!

Oh, stop!

Why'd you stop me?

Have you forgotten who you are? A class S hero on the verge of killing a human?

You already won the fight. We're supposed to protect people.

This bastard attacked a hero. It's his own damn fault. Stay out of it. We'll

teach him not to mess with the tank top. Pipe down. That's enough.

What he says is true.

I didn't earn the right to wear the tank top of a hero so I could do harm to

humans. Listen up.

Let this be a lesson to never harm others again.

Yeah, all right.

I'm leaving.

Sorry for the trouble.

Like hell.

I'm gonna slaughter every last one of you, Bicton! That's too bad, but expect

it. You die right here, right now!

Damn. Looks like it's flipped out. I try to avoid using the old geezer style.

Eh, whatever.

No way.

He was hiding his true strength?

Imagine that.

A class S hero down on his knees.

Don't think you've won.

You caught me off guard, it's all.

Shut up and stay right where you are.

You got a front row seat to see Garo the Monster murder all your bros.

Garo? Oh, no!

He's that human who calls himself a monster!

No, please, don't do it! Leave him alone!

Justice! Crash!

Now.

Which one of you is next?

That fighting style of yours is pretty predictable.

You're all done, tank top master.

Right. All that's left is a little clean up.

You cocky scumbag! Let's see how you do against the whole legion of tank tops!

Jeremy, you!

It seems we have arrived too late.

Truly a horrible sight to behold.

So tell me, do you have any idea what Garo's next move might be?

What's wrong?

Joranko.

I heard a rumor that the Hero Hunter took down Tag Top Master.

No way. He defeated a class -ass hero?

I heard Tagtops, Disciples, and Moominrider were all beat to hell, too.

So he's hunting heroes from Class S and Class C? What are we supposed to do?

Come on, show a little backbone, will ya? How about the three of us capture

hero hunter ourselves?

Yeah, right.

He beat a Class S, remember?

Yeah, but think about it. This dude isn't some scary monster. He's just a

human being.

Yeah, but he learned how to fight from Silverfang.

Well, I happen to know a little martial arts myself.

If an opponent comes at you like this, kapow!

Attack from the front, first you dodge, then punch.

And if he manages to drop any of you from above, kapow!

Hi, sir.

I can't believe you came all this way to see me.

Thanks, man. I appreciate it. Sure.

Picked up some bananas on the way. Oh, that sounds great.

Oh, they're for you, then.

I read about everything that happened in the Hero Association newsletter.

Hmm.

It's said that dozens of heroes were beaten by a single butt -kicking

Lucky you survived, huh?

Here, have a banana.

It was a human that did it. What?

But he called himself a monster, and he was tough as hell.

Scary strong for a human being.

Was he stronger than that fish monster thing we faced before?

Huh. While Deep Sea King was insanely tough, this guy was different somehow.

Oh. His moves.

Huh. They're sophisticated martial arts techniques.

It seems Silver Fang raised a true monster when he trained that freaking

Uh, who's this guy that butted into our conversation?

What? That tank top master, the class -ass hero.

Oh, right. He was in the newspaper.

That said, he took the worst beating of all.

At least say that I put up the best fight. Damn.

I never imagined I'd lose to a punk like him. Those martial arts he used were

brutal as hell.

Martial arts?

How about a banana?

Huh? Uh, okay.

So, this monster guy, think maybe you could give me the deets?

Hey there, kid.

Huh? That's an interesting looking book you got there.

This blonde guy is king. He's a class S hero. He's the strongest ever.

And this is Lightning Genji, a Class A hero. I see him patrolling around my

neighborhood all the time. I got his autograph, see?

Yeah, so you did.

I want his autograph, too.

You think maybe you could help me find him? For sure.

So you're into heroes too, mister?

That hero almanac is pretty cool.

Say, you think I could borrow it for a week or so?

No way. Get your own if you want one.

Don't be all stingy. What's with these kids?

Whoa, look at that. It lifts all the monsters, too. Now that's exciting.

What? You like the monster pages?

But they're so scary.

The scarier, the better.

These guys are way cooler.

You're kidding.

That's some weird taste, mister.

Oh, man.

I wish I were listed in this book.

You want to be a hero?

Me, too. Same here.

But I suck at sports and stuff.

That's probably for the best.

That really wasn't very nice.

Well, it's patrol time.

I better get going.

According to that almanac, Golden Ball from Class A shows up at his usual pub

around this time.

Catch you later, turd. Be careful on patrol, mister.

See ya. I will, by the way. Don't call me mister, got it?

I'm not some old grandpa.

Huh? Sorry, you say something, mister?

Looks like that, huh? Go home, run.

He went fast.

He parried, sidestepped, or slipped through every attack I threw at him, and

was able to read any attempt I made at throws and counters.

His moves reflect his opponent's power back at double strength.

They target pressure points and joints, any weaknesses.

Where he strikes, you suffer a loss of physical function.

Most monsters rely on their immense strength and size, which they unleash

extreme violence.

But Garo is different.

His techniques are devised for breaking humans.

In other words, he's built for the sole purpose of defeating heroes.

Hmm.

You want opponents who are good at martial arts?

Yeah. Just feeling curious. Thought I'd give it a shot.

Know anybody good?

Uh, was it... Shumpo? It's Shuranko, dammit! Have a banana.

No hard feelings, okay?

That's a terrible place to put it!

If you want help learning martial arts, you should ask Master Bang.

He seems to have taken a liking to you, so... No.

I mean...

The old dude might strain himself.

That's ageist and rude!

You can't just waltz into a tournament and challenge professionals.

First, you master the basic forms.

Well, maybe best to build stamina.

Running up and down a couple hundred stairs would help.

Actually, the dojo could use a good cleaning. Look, if you don't know

just forget it. No, wait a second!

Huh? Just wait, okay?

There's a mixed martial arts tournament I signed up for.

I'm pretty sure I still have the admission ticket.

Here. It's all crumpled up.

I registered to fight, but I'm going to have to forfeit my spot.

This will get you inside, though. So take it and go watch the matches.

You'll get to observe lots of fighting styles.

Cool, man. Thanks.

You said you're going to forfeit, right? Well, yeah. I'm injured.

It says the top prize is three million.

Yeah. I mean, it's a big tournament.

Three million is a nice chunk of change.

Just to be clear, you can't enter in someone else's place.

Hey, are you listening?

You're the Class A hero, Goldenball, right?

I'd like a word with you. Outside.

I'm kind of drinking here. Kick rock.

What in the hell? Oh, man, you waited it.

All right, then, tough guy.

There's a parking lot nearby.

We'll do it there.

I've seen your kind before.

Dweebs looking to take on a professional hero.

If it's liquid courage giving you brass balls, better step off now.

While you can still walk, that is.

Quiet down. I'm not drunk, but you're... Back

turn. Not too sharp, are you?

Some hero hunter.

How'd a tank top master lose to a jerk -off like you?

See, I ain't too bad at hunting myself.

So I'll lay you out quick, and get me another beer!

You read the trajectory for my hand movement.

In that case, try this on for five.

Rebound, Scott!

Whoopsie. You're lucky nothing vital got hit.

So what do you think? Ain't heroes incredible?

You think that was just luck?

I'd say it's about your coordination being off because you're hammered.

You're gonna wish you'd finish me with that shot because now you're a dead man.

Don't worry, I got plenty of balls left for you.

Shape memory, golden bullet.

Mood. Multi -shot.

Killer mood.

Golden breakout!

He's dodging all that with minimal movement.

This guy's on another level.

Still, I got one last shot.

Better make it count!

What do you think?

Ain't monsters incredible?

It's over now.

Die.

I didn't see you in the pub for our rendezvous, so I

thought perhaps you'd forgotten about our drink. Claffey Hero Spring McDashio.

How kind of you to know.

And I presume you are the much -rumored Hero Hunter.

We have a winner.

And you're prized that you're going to get crushed, too.

I managed to injure his right leg, so he'll be a little slow on his footwork.

see it. Thank you for the helpful information.

These are pretty tight quarters for that pointy thick you're waving around.

Let's find out, shall we?

Checkmate, old sport.

Oh, yeah?

I think not.

Didn't you know? Your fancy moves are listed in the Hero Almanac.

Once I've got that info, it's over.

Listen up, you cocky dirtbag.

You've got the upper hand, but even we managed to hurt you.

Oh, I'll be getting much stronger.

If you think you can take me down, go for it.

Till then, I'll be as cocky as I want.

So, the Hero Association makes lots of money, right?

Not true. Don't talk nonsense, my dear. It takes a lot of capital to maintain

peace around here. We're not a for -profit company.

Then how are you able to buy me this?

And you always spend so much on us.

Those are just gestures for peace. As a director of the Hero Association, having

fun with you is a necessary expenditure.

People like me who fight evil on the front lines must take every chance we

to relax if we're going to do our best.

Relax, huh?

Do you need to relax every day?

Yes, I do. Maybe next time I'll bring a My Mask along.

Are you serious?

I'm like his biggest fan.

I'll introduce you for a kiss on the cheek.

No, that seems kind of fishy.

You really, really mean it.

Introduce him to me, too.

I'd be happy to put a kiss on your cheek.

Oh, come on, just relax.

I was pumped after hunting down those Class A's. Now I feel like I stepped in

shit. Fighting evil on the front line?

What a load of crap.

Oh, good.

Finally.

I've looked all day.

What, are you tailing me?

Is he a hero, too?

Never seen that face before.

Probably from nobody trying to climb the ranks by catching on big fish like me.

My table's turned.

What's the big idea?

Trying to rob me?

Who do you think you are?

Don't bother me when I'm shopping.

Excuse me, I'd like this one.

Three thousand yen, please.

Kind of steep, don't you think?

Kako no itami ga mirai wo yonderu no

ka, to wo sakeru ka, wakaranai koto mo

aru yo.

Soredemo itsuka yatsuragi no naka de, subete

yuruteru toki ga kuru darou, wakurete shimaeru.

Thank

you.

Not too shabby.

Master, has it come to that? Hey, it's not like that.

I'm not planning to wear a wig the rest of my life for anything. Hello, Doctor.

Geno's here. There's an emergency.

No, it has to do with Master Saitama's condition.

Those reinforced artificial hair fiber.

Is it possible for them to be grafted into living skin?

Yes, it appears necessary after all. Black hair fibers are available,

How soon would you be able to perform the implant procedure?

I see.

Wednesday next week?

Alright then. Yes, I too will be there.

Understood. Begin preparations.

Thank you, Doctor.

Master Saitama, are you available anytime next Wednesday?

Look, you can't transplant hair fibers into someone's head without asking.

I'm using this to enter a fighting tournament.

As Shodanko.

This is today.

Yep.

Just kinda curious.

Gonna see what's up with all this martial arts stuff.