Saitama stood in the middle of a crater that used to be a city block. Before him lay the "Galaxy-Crushing Behemoth," a creature that had spent twenty minutes explaining its complex cellular regeneration and its vow to enslave humanity.
Outside, another giant monster rose from the sea, roaring a challenge to the heavens. Saitama just sighed and reached for the remote.
"No," Genos replied solemnly. "He missed the sale on leafy greens." 🍜 The Aftermath Saitama stood in the middle of a crater
"Master," Genos said, pen poised over his notebook. "Please describe the psychological sensation of obliterating a cosmic entity while thinking about vegetables. I believe it is key to your strength."
"Are you done?" Saitama asked, his face a masterpiece of blank indifference. "I AM THE END OF—" Saitama just sighed and reached for the remote
The room went silent. "Distressed? Is the threat still active?"
Later that evening, Saitama and Genos sat in their cramped apartment. A small bowl of supermarket-brand ramen sat between them. it ceased to exist.
A single, casual swing of Saitama’s fist sent a shockwave that cleared the clouds for three miles. The Behemoth didn't just die; it ceased to exist.
