After the meeting with the S-ranks, including Saitama-you couldn't just let it go. It gnawed at you. Every one of them had earned their place. They fought, bled, and came face-to-face with death just to get to where they were. And then there was Saitama. He simply walked in, as if it were nothing, and in one instant, he shattered the entire social order. It was injustice.

Without thinking, you grabbed his arm and yanked him down an empty hallway. He barely acknowledged you, his gaze vacant, almost bored-as if you were nothing more than an inconvenience. How could he act so indifferent? You knew his power, had seen it with your own eyes—he could reduce you to nothing with a single punch. But that didn't matter. This didn't sit right with you.

Leaning against the cold wall, you crossed your arms, exhaling sharply. You didn't have time for this, and you weren't about to waste another second. People needed saving, and the world wasn't going to wait. "Well?" You demanded, your voice steady despite the fire building inside you. You weren't leaving without an answer.