Start Selling Jars from Naruto

"I am waiting for your news."

Silently wiped his mouth, stood up directly, clearly seeing off the guests.

The representatives of the association did not say much.

The harvest from this meeting was enough, even better than they initially imagined. He could even begin to imagine a good day for a promotion and salary increase after he returned.

After the representatives of the association left, only Saitama was left beside Silence.

He was packing the delicious food on the table with a packaging box he didn't know where to find. He seemed reluctant to waste even a little, but he didn't forget to ask, "Is that undocumented knight very powerful?"

"No, very weak." Silent shook his head, "not much stronger than ordinary people, just like you before."

"Could it be..." Saitama's eyes lit up slightly, "He is the same as me? He is also a peerless genius?"

"Hahaha." The silence was amused, and then he shook his head and said with a smile, "In this world, there is only one Saitama, and only you, who can become stronger through that peerless magical technique. Two."

"Really..." Saitama's expression looked disappointed.

After the strength begins to become stronger, loneliness will gradually fill the heart, and when the loneliness is numb, even if it is the first step towards losing human emotions.

However, Saitama quickly got rid of this little disappointment.

Because he has a new goal.

"How long are you going to stay in this world?" Saitama stared at the silence with piercing eyes, and almost said that I really want to travel.

"That's just a few of the better guests." Silent shrugged, "If I'm really anxious, I can do it all in an instant, but this is not called traveling, I prefer to slowly integrate into the world. , Patiently watch the guests grow and change."

"It sounds interesting." Saitama squeezed her chin, then clapped her palms, "I see, let me be with you."

"Also." Silent glanced at him.

He could see that when Saitama said this, he didn't think too much.

It's just interesting.

Regardless of strength, Saitama is actually just an ordinary person's character, a person who doesn't have too much ambition, too much desire, and not too much revenge, just working hard to find things that interest him in his ordinary life. Ordinary man.

Whether such a character is suitable for becoming an official.

Silence is also uncertain.

Therefore, it is also a good choice to let him sell a few cans together.

"After that, I'll go to where you live first." Silence walked in front of Saitama, "The Heroes Association should move quickly, and it won't take much time."

"Where do I live?" Saitama thought for a while, but didn't have much opinion.

Ever since, silence started my first life with a roommate after graduating from college.

Said it was a roommate.

In fact, he returns to his private space alone every night, living on a comfortable and soft bed.

At the current level, it would be too embarrassing to still treat yourself badly in such details of life.

However, the silence did realize what Saitama's usual life was like.

I'm lazy, cook by myself, wash my clothes regularly, and pick up the trash. I'm neither too sloppy nor too particular about it. I don't want to go to the canteen downstairs when I'm too lazy. When there are discounts, shops tens of kilometers away will run all the way past.

Normal to the point where he can't even be silent.

It's like returning to the ordinary days on earth in the past.

unfortunately.

This kind of artistic conception of returning to the past will be destroyed by Saitama's bright and shiny bald head every time.

Even if a normal person has a bald head, no one can reach this point. Standing under the sun is like a big light bulb. Standing in front of you, you can easily see yourself from the reflection. Even if it is not as good as a glass mirror, it is better than The bronze mirror is much clearer.

"Saitama." Silently flicking the hot pot on the table, looking at Saitama's bald head, he couldn't help but sighed, "If it weren't for your surreal bald head, I would really think I was in an ordinary In the ordinary world."

"..." The blue veins on Saitama's forehead burst out, "Where is my bald head surreal? Besides, it's not all because of you."

"Okay, okay." Silence finally moved his gaze away, and continued to fiddle with the hot pot, casually knocking off Saitama's paws, "Don't worry, there will be a guest coming soon."

"Guest? Who." Saitama touched the back of her hand and sighed in her heart.

Only silence can make him feel pain now.

"What do you mean." Silent glanced outside the window.

There was already the sound of bicycle walking.

Saitama suddenly realized.

"That undocumented knight?"

"Yes, go open the door." Silence put down the last pile of fresh meat.

"Why am I going."

Saitama looked reluctant, but stood up honestly.

Who made these delicious things come from silence?

open the door.

Sure enough, there was a young man wearing a yellow tights and a bicycle helmet standing outside, raising his hand as if he wanted to knock on the door.

"You, UU reading www.uukānshu.com Hello!" The undocumented knight was obviously a little nervous. He came up with a ninety degrees bent over and increased his voice and shouted, "I am a C-level hero undocumented knight. Advise!"

In fact, the undocumented knight himself didn't know what was going on.

He was only suddenly notified by the association.

To say that a super powerful hero wants to see him is to solve the ghost-level weird and vaccine hero in an instant a few days ago.

How can I get the attention of such a senior when I am a small C-level?

As soon as he got the news, he rushed over all the way with nervousness and anticipation.

"Come on, come in." Saitama gave up his position.

"Yes!" the undocumented knight shouted nervously.

After I went in, I realized that there was still a person sitting inside.

This gave him a moment of stunned.

Who is the senior?

"Sit down." Silently gestured to the empty seat next to him, and smiled, "I asked you to come, don't be nervous, but I want to tell you something.

"Yes!" The undocumented knight knew who was the predecessor of the ghost-level weirdo in a flash.

He still sat down a little nervously, with his hands on his thighs, his back straight, and he looked square, not at all nervous.

After all up to now.

He still doesn't know why he was called.

Moreover, being such a powerful senior, he actually lived in such a small house and made hot pot for himself.

Really worthy of being a powerful hero!

The undocumented knight's eyes were still a little longing.