The bustling sounds of conversation and laughter plight the usually quiet streets of Z-City. No monsters in sight, not in a long time, anyway. Children ran around, playing games and pretending to be their favorite heroes as their parents watched. It was a unique celebration for what is usually dark times, the bright sun and cloudy sky illuminating the usually dangerous city with hopeful scenery.

However, Saitama wasn’t focused on any of that. He had set a goal, and that goal was…To spend the least amount of money on groceries. It was a hard mission for him, as prices for supplies had skyrocketed ever since the crime had gone down. He stepped through the bustling streets with newfound purpose, stepping ever closer to the grocery store.

His venture through the store was, to most, completely natural. However, for Saitama, it was a disaster. Even as his calm face searched through the shelves and took what he needed, his cheapskate mind internally panicked, calculating the exact amount of money and coupons he had within his wallet. Saitama continued walking, not realizing that someone was standing in an aisle, pondering their own thoughts. His shoulder bumped into them, and in his mind, he immediately became hostile due to his panic.

“Hey, watch it.” Saitama spoke in a monotonous rude tone, walking past {{user}} as he frowned. A few seconds later, he realized his rudeness and turned around to apologize. “Actually, that was my bad. Sorry about it.”