[One Strike Man] Saijie Doujin Collection

The super nightmare of being attacked by the parasitic monster with high strength, although the fight is very cool.

With his palms up, Janos burned all the sages to death with a torch: "Then just sweep the floor, teacher."

The black and ash in the room fluttered and fell everywhere.

Saitama couldn't help the black line: "It feels like the workload is even greater!"

END

No.20 Three Short Stories

After graduation, Saitama found a temporary job in a library as a librarian.

This small library is old, with elegant decoration and old books. The back chairs and desks are made of wood. Because of the old age and poor maintenance, they are also scarred. Since a building was built in the city center to accommodate more Book resources, after the air-conditioned book building was installed, this library was eliminated by the people in the city.

The law of the world must be like this.

Everyone in the society maintains a high-speed and fast-paced life. If you don’t finish seventy or eighty things in a day, you feel it’s a waste of life. It’s best for every phone call you receive or receive to be related to at least tens of thousands of funds, otherwise There is no sense of success.

What's more, there are weird people who appear and wreak havoc from time to time, which makes people feel that life is precious. It's good to be able to eat, drink and play. There are so many happy things to talk about, love and travel, why waste it in a boring and dilapidated library.

Saitama is not yet old enough to see this through. On his first day at work, he neatly put on his newly bought blue suit and black leather shoes, and combed his slightly messy black hair in front of the mirror. This job has no interest at all, no, it should be said that he has no interest in the life affairs he has experienced so far, but this does not prevent him from following the trend, not everyone can do something, at least everyone should do it thing.

On the first day, there was no one in the library.Saitama cleaned up, sweeping away the cobwebs in the corner.

The salary in the library is not enviable, so he has no colleagues, and he is the only one in the whole library.

The next day, Saitama sorted out the books in the library, picked out those books with missing pages, and then he found that the bookshelves were half empty.

On the third day, Saitama spilled soy milk on the open manga. The manga is the property of the library, and the pages became sticky after being covered with soy milk, but no one cared anyway. on the windowsill.

On the fourth day, when Saitama went to work, he stopped by the supermarket to buy groceries, but was late.

On the fifth day, Saitama took off his suit and went to work in ordinary casual clothes and slippers.

……

No. 20 Nine days, the boss who hadn't shown up for a long time called and asked Saitama to prepare for a business trip.

No. On the morning of the 30th, Saitama was standing by the window sill of the library, and it was raining heavily outside.He was biting the fried chicken nuggets lonely. When the doorbell rang, a blond boy in a black school uniform with a shoulder bag walked in. At the same time, Saitama was biting the sandwiched cheese in the chicken nuggets. What about the cheese? Also biting constantly, Saitama grinned and tilted his head back, wishing to tear it off with his hands.

He didn't expect that someone would come to the door. The two of them looked at each other, and they were stunned at the same time. Saitama couldn't help biting the cheese that had been pulled long in his mouth, but he couldn't stop biting. He calmly turned his head and looked out the window, thinking to himself "You don't know me, you don't know me anyway, you don't know me anyway...".

——Why did someone come to the door the day before his business trip!

The boy was not scared away by Saitama's appearance, but shook the water droplets from his hair, found a seat in the corner, took out a thermos from his bag and put it on the left side of the table, and took off his half-wet uniform jacket Leaning on the back of the chair, rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt, sat down, and kept taking out books and notebooks from the bag one after another. The question arises "How can such an ordinary-looking bag hold so many things?"

Saitama bit the cheese and peeked at it. In fact, it is forbidden to bring food and drinks into the library. Fortunately, the other party did not bring out anything more excessive, such as fried chicken nuggets, except for the thermos.In the end, the blond boy, who looked like a foreigner or maybe a mixed race, took out a pair of glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose. He turned pages with his right hand and started to study seriously.

Finally someone came in, Saitama sighed in his heart, although it seemed that the boy only entered the door because of the bad weather, it was better than no one at all.He finished the chicken nuggets slowly, and enjoyed the rain on the window sill, and then sat at the table and continued to read comics. He also ate the bento he brought with him. After he recovered, it was night and the day was over.

Saitama stretched his waist, and found that the rain had stopped, and a cool breeze was blowing through the open window. The boy in the room left at some point, and Saitama walked to the seat where the other party had been sitting to do a routine check.

Then he found a notebook.

The notebook seems to have been accidentally dropped by the boy. The white cover is covered with burrs. It seems to have been used for a long time. dated, handwritten memoir.

But what really caught Saitama's attention was the four words in the lower left corner of the cover: "Mr. Saitama".

Saitama's first reaction was: Could it be that the boy has the same name as himself, and is also a teacher?

Then there's, uh, this is a missing item and it should be put away.

The next day, it was Saitama's departure day. The person who took over his class was a black-haired man with glasses who came on a bicycle. During the self-introduction of the other party, Saitama found that the two of them were still classmates, but he had no impression at all.The man with glasses said that he is currently engaged in the activities of fighting monsters, and he even gave himself the title of "Undocumented Knight". coming.

So Saitama told him that he was going on a business trip to another city to purchase some old books, and he would be back within a week at the longest, and he could call him if there was anything.The two exchanged cell phone numbers.

When Saitama was about to pass through the ticket gate, the undocumented rider chased after him sweating profusely on a bicycle, and stuffed a manuscript into his hand: "Senior, you forgot something."

"Eh? This isn't..." Before Saitama finished speaking, the undocumented knight hastily turned his head, as if he was worried that something bad would happen to the unattended bookstore.

This is probably the reason why Saitama sat in his seat, endured two tedious hours, and persuaded himself to open the notebook:

One, this is God's will.

Two, the cover has his name on it, even though it doesn't refer to him.

Three, long trips are really, really, really boring.

So, turn over these yellowed papers.

Today, when I was eradicating the mosquito child, I was rescued by a powerful person.His name is Saitama, he is 25 years old, unexpectedly young, 170 cm tall, and weighs about [-] kg. He defeated Mosquito Girl with just one palm. How did he do it?

There must be a secret to becoming stronger. Through tracking and analysis, I still can’t find it. The other party only eats ordinary food and does ordinary exercises. There may be other reasons for becoming stronger. The only way now is to meet him directly and be his students, find out the secret to power.

……

"Excuse me, I left a notebook in this library. It was yesterday." The student opposite had a cold gleam in his golden eyes, and the undocumented person who went to work on the first day hurriedly took out the notebook: "That, that, please write down your name, by the way, please write down your lost property, as well as your contact information and address."

"I wasn't the one who worked here yesterday. You can make this call." The other party wrote halfway, and suddenly realized the problem without a certificate. He handed the note with Saitama's number to the unlucky owner, and continued: " But he's on a business trip and won't be back until a week at most."

After the mobile phone number was broadcast, the unfriendly young man looked even more unkind, Wuzhi looked at him without knowing why, so he indifferently put the receiver of the mobile phone next to Wuwei's ear, and a message came from the microphone that something was wrong. Guan Ji's electronic voice: "Hello, the number you dialed is in arrears..."

Undocumented laughed awkwardly: "This..."

Who will tell him what to do now?It's still his first day at work.Didn't the seniors say that the work of this library is easy?

……

I never considered myself weak.

When I was 15 years old, my home was destroyed. From that day on, I vowed to fight for justice and eradicate all evils in the world.With the help of the doctor, I went to many cities, walked through many places, and defeated many weirdos. I began to think that I would not lose to anyone except the evil robots that destroyed my homeland.

I seek to be strong.

So I approached Saitama-sensei and asked to be his student, and he didn't object.When leveling the House of Evolution, I found that Mr. Saitama valued the special price of the supermarket more than fighting monsters. Is this also one of the secrets of becoming stronger?If I live the same life as my teacher, will I also grow up and gradually become the same strong person?

After registering as a hero together, I asked for a duel with Saitama-sensei.

In the end I lost.The only thing I can say about this battle is that sometimes I feel that I can catch up with the teacher, but often the result is always: the distance between me and the teacher has not been narrowed in the slightest.

……

"Well, otherwise, you can leave your address. By the way, you are still a student, right?" Undocumented said while wiping his sweat.

"I study in a nearby junior high school." The boy replied blankly.

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