I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

"here--"

The answer is to take a shortcut and know in advance.

Needless to say, Eric and Saitama both mentioned God at the same time, with solemn expressions, waiting for the baby Kusuo to tell the truth.

"Yes--"

"What is it, tell me quickly."

"That's right, it's all about whetting your appetite?"

Baby Kusuo suddenly disappeared.

Just like every guy who is beaten up because he likes to hang people's appetites and won't finish a sentence even if he dies—it doesn't take long to throw out the most attractive topic at the moment, and the telepathy of the shrinking version of the superpower disappears suddenly, as if There was no such thing as a normal before.

The point where he dropped the line was also particularly hateful.

It's just that it can't get on!No place to go down!

Eric: "Okay, I'll grab that kid and beat him up now."

Saitama's conditioned reflex stopped him: "Calm down——by the way, I really want to beat him up too!"

Ok.

Seeing that Saiki Kusuo had now turned into a baby Kusuo (and was unceremoniously laughed at by them), the two reluctantly forgave the extreme discomfort of being forced to eat.

After all, the baby Kusuo's super power seems to be malfunctioning again, halfway through the telepathy transmission, there is no oil brake, it seems that this is also possible...

"Oh, sorry, I accidentally had an accident just now."

The familiar voice of the baby Kusuo reappeared in their minds after a while, and the emotions in the words were as calm as if nothing had happened.

Without the need for friends to actively ask him for the second half of the sentence, the superpower will take the initiative to continue:

"This is an orphanage."

"...Didn't you say earlier that this is, isn't it an orphanage? Isn't this meaningful ending what we think it means?"

At this time, the baby Kusuo, who was suspected to be carried away by the nun, came to a place where the telepathy could not reach them, and the voice from his heart became a bit intermittent and blurred.

But some of the key words were still captured in my mind.

"Original... no... but..."

"What did you say???"

"After passing..."

"Ok?"

Baby Kusuo: "Nothing special—did I just say something? It's just an ordinary orphanage anyway."

Eric: "..."

Saitama: "..."

"Don't stop me! I'm going to beat him up now!"

"Who stopped you! I didn't stop you! Needless to say, let's go together!"

It's fine to tantalize people's appetites, but this guy, Kusuo Saiki, even played tricks, creating an atmosphere that seems to be a conspiracy but actually there is no such thing!

Feeling that they were being played, the two men deeply felt that this was the deliberate act of a narrow-minded superpower, who was planning to get back at them for laughing too loudly not long ago.

Although it's fair to have a back and forth - no wonder!

Such behavior is very bad and cannot be tolerated at all.

Therefore, the two chased after them.

Ah, right.

Originally, this was supposed to be a behavior that would not stop midway, but before it took an instant to reach the baby Kusuo, the silver-haired boy who had already rolled up his sleeves suddenly stopped.

When he looked at the railing that did not hinder him, the boy frowned slightly, his eyes slightly uncertain.

"Have you noticed, was the railing over there black or white before?" he asked Saitama.

They have already arrived at one of the five divided spaces, and they are now in the surrounding woods.

In the shrubs that are gradually being dyed golden in the sun, the snow-white railing that is submerged in the innermost part also shines with unwillingness to be lonely at first glance.

It was probably because it was too flashy that it attracted Eric's temporary attention.

His level of acuity depends on the situation, sometimes he can see through a lot of dark curtains, and sometimes he doesn't pay too much attention to the surroundings.

That's it this time.

Eric only had a vague impression that when he came over a few minutes ago, the railing that appeared in the corner of his eye was black instead of white.

There is another strange point.

Before entering the interior of this prison-like blockade, Eric was quite displeased with this place and even became irritable after just looking at it from afar.

But now that he came in, the emotions that would seriously affect his mood were swept away, and they were gone.

For the time being, it is still unclear whether this is his own reason or another reason.

"Huh? White and black?" The other person present was even less concerned than him.

Although I don't know why Eric chose to ask strange questions at this time, Saitama still tried to remember it with dignity.

"I don't remember exactly, but it should be white, right?"

Sure enough, the man could only guess uncertainly.

"How--"

"Oh, then it's fine."

"What? Wait, why do you only half-talk? Hey, hey! Both of you are too much!"

Neither of the two friends can speak human language well, and they run so fast, no one will take him to play, Saitama deeply feels that he is isolated.

The man was a bit resentful, and was about to sabotage his work and dawdle slowly, waiting for Eric to take the baby Kusuo out of the nun's arms first.

As long as he waited, he would wait in the woods until the sun went down.

The golden hour of the day passed by in boredom and dozing off, until at a certain moment, Saitama, who accidentally fell asleep leaning against a tree, woke up suddenly, and realized something was wrong.

"Eric?"

The bushes behind him were rustling, but the wind was making trouble, and a silver-haired boy with a proud expression could not jump out of it.

"Boy Kusuo?"

Oh yes, Eric didn't come back, and there is a high probability that Kusuo will not appear here.

——No way, what’s the situation.

Inevitably, Saitama's heart skipped a beat.

The two of them never returned, and it seemed that something unexpected happened—this is impossible, even if the sky falls.

However, it has been so long, and there is not even a single person?

Saitama was uncertain, but what was certain was that there was not even the slightest doubt in his mind that Eric and Saiki Kusuo would leave him alone and go away by themselves.

This is even more impossible than the world's strongest man encountering an accident.

...cough, except for the joking behavior earlier!

No, I can't sit still.

Unexpectedly, Saitama, who fell asleep to the point where he is now, got up and went to find out. The goal was the single-family house at the end of the lawn.

The man was worried about the unknown situation of his friends, when suddenly, a long-belated spiritual light descended and struck on the top of his head.

"..."

The line that someone once heard emphasized countless times was used as the dubbing, and it crashed into my mind along with some pictures that had only appeared vividly not long ago.

In an instant, my thoughts became clear.

Saitama couldn't help opening his eyes wide, and his expression at this moment became particularly vivid and spiritual.

Suddenly mixed with grief, grief mixed with regret, and with regret, there was a lot more mixed—a distorted micro-expression that was not suitable for appearing here, wanting to laugh but forced to endure.

"……what!"

"No wonder I always feel that I have overlooked something. It turns out that it is the 'curse'!"

The "curse" whose real existence has been verified by Eric himself and many parties involved is the fate of the "Kid King Physique".

Saitama has neither clairvoyance nor predictive ability, but he has a solid grasp of 90.00% of his own guess.

"Hey, Kusuo has become a baby, and Eric is in trouble again. Isn't it only me who can be trusted at critical moments?"

Saitama nodded approvingly, and resolutely accepted this heavy mission.

It's true that he can't beat Eric, just a little bit, just a little bit.

But this doesn't mean that he can't fight back in other broader and more diverse fields, occupy an absolute advantage, and thus openly rub the dwarf's hair back and forth—ah, sorry, it seems to reveal some impure intentions.

Well, let's not talk so much.

The messenger of justice is officially dispatched here.

With an awe-inspiring righteousness and a sense of interest, the hero stepped forward, looking forward, cutting through the dusk sky that had finally dimmed.

The steps you take are deep into the soil, and if there is a weight of ten thousand, there will be a mighty sound echoing.

With such a stalwart posture, the hero Saitama came to the gate of the white building.

He raised his hand.

He pushed open the door.

He got the gratitude from his friends——

"In front of you is hell."

"..."

"It's still too late to escape... oh, it's too late."

"..."

"Very well, another one has been dragged into the water."

Saitama: "Don't scare me what this is—"

After two seconds of silence.

"Wow!!!"

*****

The culprit was a story book that was just turned over by the children, a little girl who told stories to soothe her sister who couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.

And, a series of innocence problems that make the oldest girl in it almost impossible to come back.

"Emma, ​​Emma~ Is the story told yesterday true? Will there really be Santa Claus? Tonight, a strange old man will appear and give Connie a gift?"

"Ah, this--of course it's true! Santa likes a cute kid like Connie the most! Don't you have socks at the bedside? Go to sleep at night, and when you get up the next day, Connie can Received my favorite gift."

"Great~ But, Emma, ​​how does Santa know where Coney lives? What does Santa look like? If you see Santa, can Connie say hello to him?"

"Hey, hey, Santa Claus is Santa Claus, you can't stay up late at night, Coney, because children can't see Santa Claus... Ah! No, don't be sad, if it's Coney, you will definitely see him !"

"Uh-huh!"

"Because... yes! It's actually like this. The person who gives Connie his favorite thing is Santa Claus!"

With such bedding.

In the afternoon before Christmas Eve, a five-year-old girl, Connie, met what she thought was "Santa Claus" in the corridor, and bumped into him.

"Wow!"

When he heard the burst of cheers in surprise, Eric felt ominous and wanted to leave the next moment.

However, it's too late.

He suddenly felt that the rabbit doll that only little girls would like that fell from the sky just now into his hands was a huge conspiracy just standing here waiting to be touched.