Bald cape conjurer

At the entrance of the high-end restaurant "Yingetsu Pavilion" in Tokyo, there is a kanban that says "today's reservation".

Saitama followed the envoy of the Chanyuan family into the VIP box, and immediately saw two figures in the box.

Unexpectedly, the person sitting here is not Zenyuan Zhibi, but Zenyuan Naoya, the son-in-law of the Zenyuan family; sitting behind him on the right is Zhenyi, who is wearing a black-bottomed flower and bird pattern sleeve kimono, sitting upright.

Zenin Naoya's expression was rather stiff.When he saw Saitama, his eyes flickered for a while, recalling the unpleasant experience of being attacked by Saitama to a certain part in the past.

...It has been two weeks since Zenin Naoya was hit in the buttocks by Saitama.

Although at the beginning, Zenyuan Naoya received the reverse surgery treatment from Ruozi at home, so that he didn't have to become a lonely conjurer.But for some reason, when Zenyuan Naoya was leaving that day, he happened to meet Gojo Satoru.

Both parties are direct descendants of the Yusan family, so naturally they have known each other for a long time.However, Zenyuan Naoya found that when Gojo Satoru looked at him, he showed a subtle smile that seemed to see everything.

——I always feel that the white-haired broom head already knows about the attack on his sensitive parts!

But even so, Zenyuan Naoya had to temporarily ignore Gojo Satoru's weird smile, and hurried back to the residence.

After that, after some observation, he finally confirmed that the injured part of him had really been repaired as new.But what followed was a new, more serious problem.

It seems that his important parts can only be seen but not used.

During this period of time, Zenyuan Naoya underwent various examinations, saw a lot of doctors, and received a lot of psychological counseling.But everything is useless.

Whenever he notices his parts, what pops into his mind is the ever-bigger red fist approaching his buttocks, and the fist that seems to have randomly sprinkled a handful of rough on an egg. A bald head with dull facial features...

So he withered instantly.

Thinking of this, Zenyuan Naoya took a sharp breath.

"Huh?" Saitama noticed Zenyuan Naoya's abnormality, and asked puzzledly, "What's the matter with you?"

"...It's nothing." Chanyuan Naoya closed his eyes.

On the other side, Zenyuan Zhenyi looked at Saitama without any special expression on his face.

The wagashi on the table has been set.On the snow-white porcelain plate, there is a group of exquisite snacks neatly placed, which are yokan, monaka, tsubaki cake, warabi cake and several pieces of different shapes.Next to it is a cup of clear tea.

"I thought the person who came would be the old man." Saitama said while stuffing a piece of snack into his mouth.

"...Although the meeting was arranged by the old man, the old man has other things to deal with. The person who came to meet you is me, the son of the Chanyuan family and the next head of the Zenyuan family. Zhenyi is because I had a relationship with you at the exchange meeting. We met once, so we came together." Zenyuan Naoya said in a deep voice, "You can just laugh, the Zenyuan family sent a son-in-law to meet with you, which is enough to show how much you are valued."

Saitama scratched his bald head: "It's nothing ridiculous..."

"In short, since the Shibuya incident two days ago, the old man has praised your strength." Zenyuan Naoya ignored Saitama's words and said to himself, "Therefore, he hopes to recruit you into the Zenyuan family and become a A member of the Chanyuan family."

Regarding the decision of Zenyuan Zhiren, Zenyuan Naoya's heart is a little complicated.

On the one hand, he knows that Saitama's strength is indeed very strong. If he can become a member of the Zenyuan family, it will be even more powerful for the Zenyuan family;

But at present, the owner of the Chanyuan is still Zhibiren of the Zenyuan, not him Zhizai of the Zenyuan.In order to convince Saitama, Zenyuan Zhipiren even called Zenyuan Zhenyi who had only met Saitama once at the exchange meeting and was usually out of touch. It can be said that he attached great importance to the result of this meeting.

The relationship between Zenyuan Zhibiren and Zenyuan Zhizai father and son is extremely delicate. They are blood relatives, but they are on guard against each other.In this case, Zenyuan Naoya had no choice but to obey the order of the Patriarch.

"Saitama, you have been in the magic world for more than two months, and you should understand the importance of the Chanyuan family in the magic world, right?" Zenyuan Naoya raised his chin proudly, and said straightforwardly, "Now you are the magician. Everyone in the world shouts and beats you as a street mouse. Although Wujo Wu let you live in his house, but now he is sealed by the prison gate, he can't even protect himself, let alone help you."

"If you want to turn the situation around and gain a place in the world of magic again, you should be smart and come to the Buddhist monastery obediently."

The blond-haired son-in-law cast a disdainful look at Saitama: "Apart from the Zenyuan family, who else can help you become a magician again?"

"No, I don't intend to become a conjurer again."

In front of Zenyuan Naoya, he raised a hand in a cheap red glove with a bit of cake crumbs on its fingertips.

Saitama maintained a posture of raising his hand to refuse, and said a little speechlessly: "Why do I have to be a conjurer? I'm just a hero driven by interest, as long as I can carry out my interests. It's better to say that after becoming a conjurer For a while, I always felt aggrieved."

"What big talk?" Zenyuan Naoya didn't believe it at all. "I advise you to stop playing hard to get. If you miss the olive branch extended by the Zenyuan family, you will be completely finished."

"I'm not playing hard to get. And it's not just your family who invited me."

Saitama opened his fingers and said: "Other people have come to me. Just now, the Kamo family invited me to lunch and invited me to join. In addition, Gojo Satoru also said that he planned to let me succeed him as the head of the house. But I refused .”

"The Kamo family invited you?" Zenyuan Naoya was slightly taken aback, "No, you can just talk about the Kamo family. Gojo Satoru actually asked you to replace him as the head of the family? Are you lying and making a draft?"

Saitama looked at him silently: "No, I'm telling the truth."

"You kid is definitely lying," Zenyuan Naoya asserted, "If Wujo Wu really invites you to be the head of the Wujo family, I can't think of a reason for you to refuse. After all, it is an opportunity to reach the sky in one step. Becoming the head of the Wujo family, you Isn't it just calling the wind and calling the rain, and getting what you want?"

"It's not that I said, our understanding of conjurers seems to be completely different." Saitama stared straight at Zenyuan Naoya, "I felt it a long time ago, like you, or the old man who drank, and some of me People who don’t know each other seem to regard this industry as a privileged class.”

Saitama's expression suddenly became serious.He raised his right index finger and said solemnly: "However, what a conjurer has to do is not to enjoy privileges, but to eliminate evil forces and protect other people, right?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Zenyuan Naoya raised his eyebrows, obviously unbelievable because of Saitama's words, "Conjurers are a privileged class, and they are more noble than ordinary people. Everyone is trying to become a master , to become a conjurer!"

"No, I entered this business because of interest." Saitama replied in seconds.

"What's the matter with you guy? It doesn't make sense to talk to you like this..."

Zenyuan Naoya's eyes flickered for a moment, and from the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Zenyuan Zhenyi who was sitting quietly by the side.

Suddenly, he grabbed Zenyuan Zhenyi's arm and pulled her over.

Zenyuan Zhenyi did not expect Zenyuan Naoya to do this suddenly, and was dragged by him unsuspectingly, and even staggered and almost fell on the tatami.

"Saitama," Zenin Naoya held Zenin Zhenyi's arm and asked arrogantly, "What do you think of Zhenyi and Maki?"

Hearing this, Zenyuan Zhenyi's pupils shrank suddenly.And Saitama was still at a loss: "What about it?"

"I'm asking what you think of them."

Zenyuan Naoya smiled ambiguously, forcing Zenyuan Zhenyi to raise his head and face Saitama directly, "Although your contact with Zhenyi is limited to the exchange meeting, Zhenyi and Maki are twins, both in terms of face and breast size. They are exactly the same. Maki you Do you see them often?"

"Even if nothing else, they are quite good as women." Zenyuan Naoya looked down at Zenyuan Zhenyi's face, "Especially Zhenyi. Zhenyi's face is beautiful enough, and even if she went to a high school, she has always been careful, never She has never left any scars on her body. Although her strength is not comparable to that of men in the magic world, she is not bad among women."

Hearing this, Zenyuan Mayi clenched her fists hidden under the sleeves of her kimono.

"No..." Saitama said, "I didn't pay special attention to their appearance, and I didn't think they were particularly beautiful. And it's impolite for you to describe it this way."

"Are you pretending to be ignorant? Then I might as well tell you the truth, Saitama," Naoya Zenin turned his attention to the blank bald head again, "The old man at home wants to recruit you. If If you take this opportunity to propose that you want to marry a girl from the Buddhist monastery, the old man will probably agree."

"Don't think about it, daughter-in-law. The chances of a daughter-in-law inheriting the ancestral spells are higher, and they must be used for more important purposes. But for a daughter-in-law, you can do whatever you want."

Saitama couldn't help being speechless for a while: "It's impossible for someone to get married as soon as they meet. Shouldn't this kind of thing be decided according to the opinions of both parties?"

"...You really don't understand anything."

Zenyuan Zhizai did not show any affection for Zenyuan Zhenyi, and said with a bit of sarcasm: "Although Zhenyi inherited the art, her art is neither ancestral art, nor very useful. She can only do chores, and cannot be active as a conjurer like a man. Only when someone like you marries her and brings greater benefits to the Chanyuan family, can she complete her mission."

Under Zenyuan Naoya's unscrupulous evaluation, Zenyuan Zhenyi's cheeks were hot, and his throat became extremely dry due to embarrassment.

"Or, do you actually like Maki more than Zhenyi?"

Zenyuan Naoya raised his eyebrows, and drew a circle in the air with his finger, "It's not impossible to want Maki. Although Maki is running away from home now, she will return to Zenyuan's house sooner or later."

"After all, she is a woman. A woman can't wander outside like a man. After suffering a lot, she will retreat. When she comes back, I will give her to you." Chanyuan Naozai said proudly.

"No, that's not what I meant. You really don't know how to listen to people." Saitama's expression became serious, "But let me ask first, why did you do this? They obviously don't want to Do that?"

Following Saitama's line of sight, Zenin Naoya's eyes fell on Zenin Shinyi who was biting his lip and lowering his head.

He let go of his hand graciously, Zenyuan Zhenyi quickly retracted his arm.

She lowered her head, folded her arms subconsciously, her body trembling a little.

"Would you like it or not?" Chanyuan Naoya frowned, thinking that a concubine would not be able to make it to the stage. "This is the mission of the existence of women in the Zenyuan family. For thousands of years, women have come here like this, there is no reason Make them exceptions."

Zenin Naoya stood up.He walked up to Saitama step by step, staring down at Saitama's bald head.

The son-in-law of the Chanyuan family said arrogantly: "Men marry a main wife and several concubines from other conjurer families, and give birth to a large number of children who are likely to inherit powerful spells; while women are used to attract strong men into their wives, and to marry them. Marriage with other conjurer families—this is the secret of the Zenyuan family's many connections and strength."

"Everything is for the sake of making the Chanyuan family the strongest family in the magic world, all for that sentence."

Zenyuan Naoya read that sentence in a melodious Kyoto accent: "Those who are not members of the Zenyuan are ashamed to be magicians; those who are not magicians are ashamed to be human beings."

Silence lasted for a moment.

"...Is that so, you have become stronger just to do this kind of thing?"

Saitama stood up silently.He lowered his head slightly, his eye sockets covered by shadows.

"Heh, have you finally figured it out..."

Zenyuan Naoya just wanted to say something, but his words were suddenly interrupted by Saitama.

"Even if you said a lot just now, but to be honest, I can't feel the difference between the strength of Zenyuan Zhenyi and you." Saitama's expression is the same as before, "And I just solved the curse out of interest, if I can do it, Then anyone can do it, and she must be able to do it too."

"Women? Men? Strong or not, the meaning of life has nothing to do with gender."

"What kind of concubine, what wife and concubine, what mission of existence, and so on, and even force others to do things they don't want to do. Is that why you become magicians?"

As Saitama's voice fell, his fist gradually raised, bent back, and aimed at Zenyuan Naoya standing in front of him.

Saitama raised his head.After the shadow on his face disappeared, his expression was still that expressionless.

"The meaning of human existence is not such a thing." He said calmly, "If you want to do such a thing in order to become stronger, then I advise you not to continue to become stronger."

At that moment, Saitama punched out.The half-eaten delicate refreshments on the table were overturned in an instant, and even the small wooden table was blown away, hitting the wall heavily.

The whistling air surged and exploded, and a hurricane hit. Zenyuan Zhenyi subconsciously raised his hands to protect his head, and closed his eyes tightly.

The sleeves of the kimono were torn by the wind pressure, and the short black hair flew away.It wasn't until he felt the hurricane stopped that Zenin Zhenyi tremblingly put down the hand holding his head, and looked in the direction of Saitama and Zenin Naoya.

The spacious box was filled with smoke and dust that pierced people's eyes.Zenyuan Zhenyi squinted her eyes and waited for a long time, and finally waited until the smoke turned from thick to light, and two shadowy figures appeared in it.

At that moment, Chanyuan Zhenyi couldn't help but widen his eyes in astonishment.

Saitama still maintains the posture of punching, his fist rests on Zenin Naoya's chest, only an inch away from his body, but it does not hit.

But from Zenyuan Zhenyi's point of view, Zenyuan Naoya, facing Saitama and with her back to her, left her with only a naked back.

Zenin Naoya's elegant and heavy kimono has been completely torn by Saitama's punch.

Zenyuan Zhenyi was so surprised that he opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak.And Saitama couldn't help being a little dumbfounded when he saw Zenyuan Naoya's appearance.

"Ah, clothes..."

"..."

Only then did Zenyuan Naoya's face emerge from the smoke.

——I saw the son-in-law of the Chanyuan family standing there blankly, his short blond hair was splashed wet by the flying teacup, strands of wet hair showed a thick golden color, and water drops were still falling drop by drop.

His eyes were fixed and his body was as still as a puppet.

Saitama stared at Zenyuan Naoya in a daze, the sweat gradually appeared on his bald head: "Could it be... dead?"

"..."

The silence lasted for a few seconds, and beads of sweat finally began to drip from Zenyuan Naoya's forehead, as if he had already died once and only now came back to life.

"Saitama, you..."

From between the teeth of Zenyuan Naoya, a roaring sound like a trapped animal squeezed out.The fox eyes on the end of his eyes were staring at Saitama at this moment, the whites of his eyes turned red, but there was a trembling cry in the end of his voice.

"You actually treated me..." He roared through gritted teeth, "Even the old man never made me lose face like this!"

"Well, I didn't mean it..." Saitama explained, "I didn't control the strength well, accidentally..."

"You give me death!"

Zenyuan Naoya didn't wait for Saitama to finish, and put down a sentence viciously.

He clenched his fists, and said "go back" to Zenyuan Zhenyi, and then kicked open the door of the box, and the figure disappeared outside the door.

Zenyuan Zhenyi still had a look of astonishment on his face.But she stood up anyway and followed out.

In the messy VIP box, only Saitama was left standing there blankly.

"...that guy just walked out like this." He said to himself, "But the whole store is packed up, so no one should see him running naked."

There were a few crisp birdsong outside.The wind blows the leaves and makes a rustling sound.

The bald head stretched his neck and looked at the sky outside the window: "Anyway, there's nothing else to do, I'll go back too."

Saitama raised his legs and walked out of the box.

But at this moment, the clerk who brought the wagashi just now walked cautiously to the door of the box, and his profile was projected on the washi paper sliding door.

"Excuse me, I heard some loud voices here just now, do you need any service?" She asked politely through the door.

"Ah, no need..." Saitama said quickly.

"Okay. Also, two customers have left just now. Are you ready to pay the bill now that you have finished your meal?" the clerk asked again.

"……what?"

At that moment, Saitama stayed in place like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture: "Conclusion, account?"

"Yes." The clerk at the door said softly, "If you need to pay now, I will take you to the accounting office."

At this moment, Saitama finally realized the extremely serious fact that rushed towards him.

——Although it was claimed that this afternoon tea was a treat for the Zenyuan family, Naoya did not pay the bill when he left.