Climbing a desolate hillside, the wind blowing was noticeably stronger than in the city. Looking down at the city hidden at the edge of the forest, Kaito Joestar raised his hand and drew a purple card from the void.
"Kennen" equipped!
… …
"Hmm?"
In a mountain dojo, a small, silver-haired old man, who was enjoying tea, twitched his ear. The moment he put down his teacup, his seemingly hunched figure vanished from his spot. He reappeared on the mountaintop, shading his eyes as he gazed into the distance.
At the edge of the sky, the clear blue sky was suddenly covered by lead-colored dark clouds. The wind wailed, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. Pillars of violent lightning struck a small mountain, plunging the world into darkness—a scene of impending doom.
The spry old man stroked his chin, lost in thought: "What a powerful thunderstorm, it feels strange…"
… …
Z City.
A black-haired youth, panting from a slow jog, stopped and wiped away sweat. He was then drawn by the unusual phenomenon in the sky, looking up.
"Strange, is this terrible weather going to rain again? Then I'll run the remaining five kilometers back… Ha… Ha…"
Saying that, he turned around, panting heavily, and struggled to run towards the city.
… …
Under the thunderclouds.
The moment Kaito equipped the character card, he felt all the electric charges in his body raging. As his eyes were dyed silver-white by the violent lightning energy, endless currents erupted, completely engulfing his tall figure. Endless lightning then erupted.
… …
Another two days passed.
A new week arrived, and Kaito, as if nothing had happened, showed up at the police station in the morning. He submitted his report on last week's Monster attack, chatted with a few colleagues from his batch, and then rode his scooter to start his day's work. No one saw the tiny electric arcs occasionally sparking from his hair tips, jumping into the air and vanishing.
Due to the frequent Monster disaster incidents recently, Z City's police resources were gradually strained. Kaito, as an excellent newcomer, also obtained authorization for solo patrols this year.
Leaving the police station, he munched on a pineapple bun he bought on the way, with a cup of hot milk wrapped in Superpower floating above his handlebars, creating a very relaxed work atmosphere. Due to functional conflicts, insufficient top-tier combat power, and other reasons, the role of the police was gradually replaced by the Hero Association, eventually becoming mere clean-up tools.
Kaito had no ambition to change this situation; instead, he considered finding a part-time job. Anyway, Monsters had to be dealt with, so wouldn't it be even better to get two salaries?
The police department's disaster reporting system was still quite effective. Being within the system, Kaito could learn about Monster movements in his jurisdiction at the first opportunity. As long as he responded quickly enough, he would almost never encounter others stealing his…
Poof—
Just as he was thinking, Kaito spat out a mouthful of milk when he saw a scene by the roadside. Not far ahead, a black-haired youth in a blue and white tracksuit was stumbling forward, sweat pouring down his cheeks as if it were free. His heaving chest was like a broken bellows, emitting a gasping, wheezing sound.
Kaito's mind automatically photoshopped away the black-haired youth's thick black hair. The next second, his figure gradually overlapped with a bald man with dead fish eyes. It was Saitama, no doubt. Speaking of stealing his kills, here came the one who would.
Kaito sighed, a sense of crisis inexplicably growing within him. Looking at this trend, his police job might not be so stable after all.
Huff, huff, huff…
Saitama, who had once again struggled to complete his long-distance running training, supported his thighs, looking as if his lungs were about to burst, gasping for air. One would believe him if he said he would drop dead the next second.
Parking his scooter by the roadside outside the park, Kaito threw his empty breakfast bag into the trash can. At this moment, Saitama, who had managed to shuffle into the park one step at a time, was performing deep squats with a pained expression, surrounded by a group of playing kids.
No, that wasn't training; that was torture. If nothing unexpected happened, after 100 deep squats, there would be another 100 push-ups and 100 sit-ups. For Saitama, whose eyes were already bloodshot, such an amount of exercise was an impossible task.
Kaito quietly observed for a moment, then his car radio buzzed with a report: a bag-snatching thief was fleeing three blocks away. He glanced at the map and activated his Superpower.
Blue mental flames enveloped his entire body, and his body suddenly lightened, breaking free from gravity, rapidly ascending into the sky. As a Superpower user, flying should be a very reasonable thing, right?
Using the advantage of flight, Kaito overlooked the surrounding streets from above. With his enhanced Spider Sense, his vision quickly locked onto the bag thief who thought he had succeeded and was hiding in an alley checking his loot.
Once the target was found, the rest was simple. With a dive, Kaito accelerated towards the ground. His condensed Superpower formed a tangible gravitational field, which he casually threw down.
Hero on the scene!
"Ah…"
The bag thief, who sensed something was wrong with the wind, had just looked up when he was hit full in the face by the descending force field. He didn't even let out a scream before falling into a baby-like sleep.
Kaito then landed, handcuffed the unfortunate petty thief's hands behind his back, and escorted him, along with the stolen goods, to the nearby police box.
Less than two minutes, the police response was over.
On the other side, in the small park by the road.
"97…"
"…98!"
… …
Saitama was doing push-ups one by one, looking like he was about to vomit blood. His speed was incredibly moving. Going down for a push-up, then pushing back up half a minute later.
"…100!"
"Huff, huff, huff—"
Even so, he still completed all of his training without fail. Silently, Kaito lit candles in advance for the Monsters who had yet to appear. R.I.P.
Run! You silly children!
"Officer, is there something wrong?"
After finishing his training, Saitama, nearing exhaustion, suddenly saw a tall young police officer walking towards him and couldn't help but ask.
"Here, a soda for you."
"Huh?"
Saitama subconsciously took it, and before he could react, he had a cold bottle of orange soda in his hand.
Gulp.
His body, in desperate need of hydration, sent out hungry signals. Although Saitama didn't understand why, his naturally thick-skinned nature helped him accept the stranger's kindness.
"Thank you, you've been a great help!"
"You're welcome."
Seeing Saitama already chugging it down, Kaito also twisted open a bottle for himself: "I just happened to be passing by and saw your hard training. Your willpower is very impressive."
Saitama realized, looked at the half-empty orange soda in his hand—it was his favorite flavor. He couldn't help but express his sincere gratitude again: "Thank you, Officer!"
"You're welcome," Kaito patted Saitama's shoulder, raising his bottle encouragingly, "Keep up the good work."
"I will."
Watching Kaito turn and leave, Saitama drank the rest of his drink: "That officer is a good person."