[One Strike Man] Saijie Doujin Collection

..." Hearing his hero's name, a sense of depression that he didn't know what to say immediately enveloped his heart, and the undocumented knight shook his head, shaking off the feeling: "Where is Mr. Genos going? "

"I don't know." Genos said coldly.

The undocumented knight froze for a moment, and continued: "Are you going back to see Mr. Saitama? Well, actually, I recently moved to Mr. Saitama's house. If Mr. Genos wants to go back to live..."

His voice slowly softened, and Genos looked at him: "Move over...do you want to learn something at the teacher's house?"

"Huh?" Wuzhi hesitated, and said slowly: "It's not for learning..."

How complicated the feelings in my heart are, I can't even explain it myself.

On that day, the undocumented knight and KING spent a lot of effort to dispel Saitama's idea of ​​"finding a job". Of course, Saitama may just talk casually and not take it seriously.

But they really tried their best to persuade them with the earnest attitude that the end of the world is coming, even if this sentence is only [-]% true.

In the end, Saitama, who was helplessly entangled by the two people, withdrew and hid in the bathroom, leaving the undocumented knight and KING in the living room.

"Without a certificate, am I being selfish?" KING said.

After a pause, KING frowned: "But if Saitama hasn't been looking for a job, if there is someone who has been waiting for the weird person to appear, I will..."

"Ah..." I understand.

Undocumented thought, he totally understood.

Things that I can't stick to, sometimes I look to others. Heroic activities are the first actions I insist on with my own will. I never thought that there would be a day I didn't look forward to.

But the weirdo is gone, and the world doesn't need heroes anymore.

The bills of arrears are gradually piling up, and when you open your eyes, you will face the dilemma of nowhere to go. There is no strange people and a stagnant water of struggle... There is always a need for someone to compromise with life.

I just hope that person isn't Saitama, that's all.

"I never thought that I would actually look forward to the day when the weirdo will reappear." KING said, looking at the game controller thrown aside: "My world, obviously, as long as there are games and peace. Why do you live so well? Why is it so uncomfortable?"

The world no longer needs them, and they can no longer play a very important role in the world. Everyone has no possibility to become unique. Everyday activities become ordinary, useless, purposeless, and Mess.

"I think Mr. Saitama should be very happy if Mr. Genos goes back." The undocumented knight said sincerely.

After all, Saitama and Genos once fought side by side so closely, and when they meet again in the new world, there must be a lot to say?

For two people who didn't have time to say goodbye, even if they said "goodbye" seriously after meeting, it wouldn't feel awkward.

"It's not necessary." Genos said: "I stayed with the teacher to study to get revenge on the crazy robot, and to become stronger. Now that robots and revenge don't exist, it's meaningless to become stronger... nothing It is necessary to go back..."

Companions who have worked together for a goal, no matter how close the relationship is, will always come to a point where they part ways.

"There is no weirdo, my teacher and I have different goals." Genos said.

"But, this doesn't prevent you from meeting each other, does it?" the undocumented knight said, "There are no weirdos or you don't want to be a hero, and you won't meet again. These are two completely different things, aren't they?"

"Two different things?" Genos thought for a while: "I think it's the same thing. In the beginning, I met the teacher to become stronger. I continued to walk because we all have the same justice, hoping to defeat the teacher. Weird, now that common goal has been achieved or disappeared, so..."

It's not my business.This is none of my business, the undocumented knight thought, looking at the talking Genos.

The relationship between these two people should be said to be companions. What to do is Genos’s business. Whether he can accept this is Saitama’s problem. I don't know what, but it's because of Genos' eyes that Undo can't let go.

It was an all-too-familiar look, and Wudao would see it in his own eyes every morning when he looked in the mirror.

Should it be said that this is the unique look of people who belong to the new world?

"I don't understand." Wuzhi said suddenly, "Just don't think too simply about the relationship between people."

"The same goal is just the reason for you to meet, and the next is the real start."

"If you want to see him, go see him. This is the only reason to find another person."

"If you don't want to see each other, you have to say goodbye."

"I'm going to work, no matter what you decide, I will tell Mr. Saitama what happened today."

He put on a hood, and the big, clumsy furry bear with a stack of leaflets wobbled out of Genos' sight.

Many years ago, Undocumented once joined a bicycle enthusiasts association. At that time, he met a friend who could understand him and chat with him. Two people could chat all the time without getting tired. They could also be rivals and go together. Take part in a bicycle race.

Later, he left the Cycling Association without a license, but every day when he was riding a bicycle, he would think about how she was doing now.

When I met a few years later, I found that the other party didn't like bicycles for a long time, and was obsessed with making cute web pages. We are particular about a certain thing.

Wuzhi doesn't know much about webpages, and he doesn't have any special feelings. It's just that even his hobbies are different, and his ideals are also very different, but Wuzhi still hopes to see her and know her recent life.

At that time, I always thought that no matter how many people a person meets in the process of moving forward, there will always be such a special person, and there must be a relationship between them. This is the case, no matter how the outside world changes, no matter how many years there is no contact, The mood of mutual appreciation and wanting to meet will not change.

But as time goes by, all beliefs become remote and uncertain.

Feelings will be obliterated, ideals will become less important, friends will become increasingly alienated, and even weirdos will disappear from the world...

Although he said that he would tell Saitama, but think about it, Saitama never said that he missed Genos, or hoped that Genos would come back. North's residence.

And Genos says it's all over.

There was no farewell, no communication, and the two people made the same cognition at the same time.

These two people are really straightforward.

And all of this is obviously not undocumented.

Why on earth...

Hiding in the alley, the undocumented rider forcefully pulled off his hood, his face was drenched with water, and he couldn't tell which was sweat and which was tears.

Why are you crying...

Is it because everything is changing?

Is it because no matter how much you scream, you still can't use your strength to deal with the stalemate?

Is it because in the face of changes, guys who don't know how to adapt and still stick to their own opinions will be ruthlessly eliminated by time that can't be seen or touched?

The long fur on the plush bear's body was wetted by the water, sticking together sticky.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Undocumented hurriedly wiped off the water on his face, struggled to unzip the zipper hidden in the furry bear's belly, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket. At first, he thought that his colleagues had discovered his negligence, so he called to look for him, but What appeared on the flickering screen was a number that hadn't been deleted.

"Hero Association?"

"..."

Undocumented stared blankly at this once regarded as everything, but now it is a little strange name, until the phone was disconnected because no one answered, he didn't react.

"Oops, oops, I have to call back..."

However, the phone rang for the second time, and the number was still displayed.

Undocumented turned on the phone like a dream, cleared his hoarse voice: "Hello?"

"Yo, without a license, I found a new job." Saitama's voice came from the phone.

"Ah?...Ah?! Is it Mr. Saitama? What's going on?" Undocumented said in a hurry, feeling his brain was in a mess.

"You'll know right away." Saitama seemed amused, and let out a chuckle.

"Wait, Mr. Saitama, what is this..."

"Beep beep..." A blind voice came from the phone.

Next, the big screen in the center of the city and the TVs that were turned on in every household suddenly blurred, and then, the same image appeared.

It's Saitama.

He was still wearing a yellow tights and a white cape, sitting at the table, watching the big screen, with a microphone next to him.

"This thing is really hard to handle." This was the first sentence he said.

"Yo, everyone in the city, the heroes of the past, and others... It doesn't matter. I just want to inform you of one thing."

"Do you think the world is really peaceful? Have the weirdos really disappeared?"

"Wrong, there is another weirdo here, yes, the only weirdo in the world, you haven't defeated yet."

He raised one hand, clenched it into a fist, gave a thumbs up, and then poked back hard on his chest: "That's me!"

"I decided, my new job is, to be a weirdo."

"Heroes are welcome to challenge me. But as I said earlier, whether it's a kid playing with superpowers or an old man training his muscles,