Chapter 13: Telling Saitama Secret to Become Strongest

"So you've decided?" In the restaurant, Kazuya sat behind a square table, looking at the man opposite.

Saitama nodded and said, "I looked at the work situation under the leadership of the manager today, and I think it is still possible to try, and I will participate in training next."

"Then congratulations on becoming my colleague."

Kazuya raised his wine glass, and touched Saitama, the two drank it down in one gulp, and then ate yakitori.

"Your injury seems to be okay?" Saitama asked while eating.

"Yeah?" Kazuya touched his wound, it had already healed, and the blood scab had fallen off. He thought it would take a few days to heal, but it healed so quickly.

"Your physical fitness is really good," Saitama said with some envy.

'It's strange how that came out of your mouth.'

Kazuya couldn't help complaining, but still said, "Do you want to know the secret of my becoming stronger?"

"Hey? Is there a secret?" Saitama's eyes lit up.

Kazuya stared into Saitama's eyes and said seriously, "One hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and a 10km long run."

This was the training method for Saitama to become stronger in the manga, Now he told him that maybe Saitama try it.

"Such a large amount of training is too tiring," Saitama immediately lost interest when he heard this.

"Of course I'm tired, but I've grown a lot stronger," Kazuya stretched out a smile and said, "You can try it too."

Saitama lazily said, "I'm too tired, and I have to work next, it's better to save my energy,"

Kazuya signed, then he called the clerk and asked for some more food, and the two started eating again.

Seeing that Saitama was full, Kazuya paid the bill directly, and then the two separated at the door.

Saitama said, "I'm going back, I'm going to prepare for a three-day training tomorrow."

"Then goodbye," Kazuya waved his hands, got on his bicycle, and planned to leave.

"By the way, you can come to my house after getting off work," Saitama said suddenly.

"Huh?" Kazuya looked at Saitama.

"There are still crabs at home," Saitama said, "There is still a lot left, There is no refrigerator at home. If you don't eat today, it will rot tomorrow."

Kazuya's eyes lit up, he could eat crab meat again.

Saitama waved his hands, wearing overalls, with his hands in his pockets, walking towards the distance.

Looking at his back, Kazuya looked a little troubled.

It will be difficult to convince him to become a hero, but there was no need to rush, take your time.

Kazuya shook his head and ate another meal at a ramen restaurant. Saitama was full, but he hadn't. If he ate full at a restaurant, it would have cost too much.

Kazuya returned to the company after eating, continued to work, and then waited for dinner.

*****

"So that's the case. If he didn't saves you today, then you wouldn't be standing here,"

In the luxury apartment in the center of Z City, the rich man Agoni heard that his grandson was attacked, and immediately came back from A City. He was relieved when he saw that his grandson was fine.

"Yes, thank big brother for saving me regardless of his safety," The boy with a buttchin lowered his head and said, "But I don't know his name yet."

"Don't worry," Agoni rubbed his grandson's head, "I will help you find him, but...Even my family has been threatened, it's unbearable," Agoni said with a cold face: "Although there will be heroes to stop the monsters, the efficiency is too low, and they may not be able to arrive in time every time, So it's time to finish my vision."

"What does father mean?" a buttchin middle-aged man couldn't help asking.

"I plan to establish an organization that manages the distribution of heroes, and gathers the power of the strong to deal with monster disasters," Agoni said.

"Unify the heroes?" asked the middle-aged woman with a buttchin.

"That's right." Agoni stood there, looked out the window, and said, "But I'm not enough alone, I have to contact my friends, presumably everyone has similar idea."

*****

Kazuya was doing push-ups quickly, his body rising and falling, counting in his mouth, "Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred."

Kazuya stopped, looked at Saitama, and said, "Look, it's not very difficult, is it?"

"It's difficult, okay?" Saitama said angrily, "Not everyone can do a hundred push-ups."

"You can do it if you exercise," Kazuyayu said earnestly.

"I still have to work." Saitama said helplessly, "I have only been working officially for a week, and I move once a day, and my arms are already sore from exhaustion, How can I have time to exercise."

"All right," Kazuya scratched his head, and the hero's job of persuading Saitama failed again.

Saitama has to work, it's very difficult to train him, and it's difficult to change his mind and make him a hero.

How to do it?

If Saitama doesn't become a hero, the future will be full of great dangers. Maybe the Z City would be destroyed in less than three years after the meteorite.

Move away from this city?

Kazuya looked helplessly at Saitama, who was lying, pointed to the basin, and said, "Hurry up and eat, I specially treat you to dinner today, and I have prepared a lot."

"So you treat people to dinner with plain noodles?" Kazuya squinted at Saitama, Saitama invited him to dinner today to thank him.

There were a few dishes, and a large bowl of plain noodles was prepared.

"You eat too much," Saitama picked up a toothpick to pick his teeth, and said, "I haven't received my salary yet, so this is the only what I can do,"

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can eat enough," Kazuya shook his head, scooped up the plain noodles from basin, put them in a bowl, poured the sauce on them, and ate them.

After dinner, Kazuya bid farewell to Saitama and rode his bicycle home, but when he turned the corner, he found a few people rushing towards this side.

"Monster, Monster,"

"Run."

People ran past Kazuya, Kazuya immediately stopped his bicycle and looked into the distance.

He saw a strange figure attacking the crowd in front of a shop in the distance.

This figure was about 2.5 meters tall and has a strong build. His chest was the dial of a watch. The hour and minute hands were turning has a head on top and legs on the bottom.

His hands are two long straps.

"Whoosh."

His right watch strap shot at a young woman who fell to the ground, wearing a small suit and black stockings.