The Heroes Association suddenly made an important announcement a few days ago, in which all classes C, B, and A were invited to gather somewhere in City Z. There was no coercion, so everyone was free to come or not.
Many people believe this is related to the large number of monsters in City Z, and the Heroes Association is actively recruiting new members to help solve the problem.
However, those who attended the meeting at the hero association headquarters the other day knew it was most likely related to preparations for the God-level threat that Shibabawa-sama predicted.
Many of the A-class heroes were not present because gathering with the B and C-class heroes was embarrassing for them, so Class C dominated the most here, followed by Class B and then Class A.
Some of them have also formed their own group, where people tend to gather with people they already know. However, some people chose to rally around B and A-class heroes who had a good reputation.
Screams of admiration are not uncommon when more B and A-class heroes arrive. Their presence makes those in C class feel fortunate to have chosen to come here.
"what do you think, have you got any info?"
"I think the chance of Fubuki-sama coming here is very small, I'm sure she is busy with other more important matters."
"It can't be helped, but it's a shame, even though from the start I came here I intended to meet her and get her autograph."
That's what they were talking about from various corners, where they were debating whether Fubuki would come or not. Many of those who want to meet her are not only heroes from classes C and B, but also many from class A, each with their own goals.
"hmph, what bunch of idiots... how did they come to this place just because they wanted to meet that arrogant woman."
With his bald head, yellow costume, a white cape on his back, and a pair of red gloves, Saitama will always stand out, as will the blonde cyborg next to him.
If those people heard what Saitama just said, he'd be in big trouble. Even if he managed to defeat them all, he'd be labeled a public enemy.
However, there are several people who share Saitama's viewpoint, but they are wary of upsetting Fubuki's many fans. Genos is one of those who agrees with Saitama.
"Come on Master, I read from the Heroes Association website that we have to register as a team if we want to participate in getting the prizes."
As you might expect, Saitama came here solely for financial reasons. With the rising prices of goods for his daily needs, he is still living on the verge of poverty every month. Saitama has grown accustomed to eating instant ramen every day.
Genos's failure to pay his rent was also one of the reasons Saitama became more confident in coming to this event, "Hurry up, Genos, we will win first place."
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Crowds don't really suit me. This isn't because I'm afraid people will recognize me, but it could be because I'm used to their loud voices and the cramped feeling when people push and shove each other. Therefore, I do best in a serene environment.
'Or I'm just a pervert who prefers quiet places to carry out my actions...' That thought made me chuckle because it was probably the most accurate.
I wish Fubuki, Lily, or Mizuki were here right now so I could play with them and kill my boredom. I'm not completely alone. On the river's edge, several professional heroes can be seen sitting alone, some with their friends.
Because it is on the outskirts of town, the air is cleaner, and the simple village buildings made of wood add to the beauty of the area.
Seeing a small, clear river flowing as the source of village life reminded me of faded memories from the past. I remember how happy I was at that time, how carefree I was, how I laughed out loud as if I had entered my own world...
"I didn't expect to see you here, so far I've only seen you on the news."
I didn't expect anyone to approach me, but based on what that person said, it was unavoidable that someone would recognize me, but I didn't expect it to be him.
"I'm Mumen Rider... Sorry, after seeing you from afar, I decided to greet you."
"Don't worry... Mumen Rider, right? I also recognize you from your many heroic deeds."
The person with the green bicycle helmet is Mumen Rider, a class C professional hero ranked first. Seeing his embarrassed smile, I assumed he had another intention. His dark-shaded goggles also completely cover his eyes.
He seemed to believe that talking while standing was impolite, but I was surprised to see him suddenly sitting next to me. His friendly demeanor may have made people overlook his actions but for me...
'Who the fuck did he think he was, Isn't this the first time we've met? What is your goal?'
Mumen Rider didn't notice when I moved away from him because he was too busy telling me how much he admired me and how he first learned about me.
"You are truly commendable... even without being a professional hero, you can save many people, that's why I'm actually ashamed of myself... but, in the end, seeing you only makes me even more enthusiastic, because I hope people will follow in your footsteps ."