In fact, King had the idea of embracing Saitama as early as when he traveled through time. At that time, he planned to form a team with Saitama so that he could spend the rest of his life safely and happily pick up cards.
Unexpectedly, as the days passed, he had gone from a weak otaku to a strong man who was now comparable to an S-class hero.
The idea of forming a team faded away day by day.
However, playing the game today rekindled the desire to form a team.
The three of them gathered in a circle to discuss forming a team.
King suggested: "I think our team's name should be called Handsome Bald Group."
Genos frowned and said: "I am handsome, Bald... No, no, I think we should call them a master-disciple combination."
"Handsome bald? Master bald?"
Saitama was hurt ten thousand times in his heart. What happened to me becoming bald? Why do you look down on my bald head? I became bald, but I also became stronger.
"It's not just you masters and disciples, I'm also among them. Being handsome and bald is more in line with our characteristics."
"No, no, there's a difference between 'handsome' and 'teacher'. If you lack this, you won't be a man."
King looked at the serious Genos in disbelief. He didn't expect you to be such a Genos. The bald head must have spoiled you.
"Why don't you ask me my opinion?" Saitama interrupted: "I think it's good to call it 'hot pot'!"
“…”
King's mouth twitched, such a low name.
Genos praised: "Perfect, down-to-earth, and full of enthusiasm that a hero should have. He is worthy of being a teacher."
“…”
King looked at Genos speechlessly, where is your moral integrity? Lost Saitama
"Well, due to different opinions, we have put aside the topic of discussing the team name for the time being. Let's talk about each role in the team." King suggested: "I am in charge of logistics, and Saitama is in charge of combat. With our two swords together, we can move forward indomitably."
"And me?"
Genos frowned.
"Genos, you... ahem, you are responsible for selling your cuteness to burn money."
“…”
Genos didn't answer. He leisurely took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Saitama, "Teacher, the association seems to have a letter for you."
"Oh, what is it? Commission?"
Saitama opened the letter and saw that it was indeed a request, but this time it was no longer to find a cat, but to ask Saitama to help find a weirdo who had escaped from prison.
"Finally something to do."
When Saitama saw that he could fight monsters, he perked up and hurriedly put on his combat uniform. After saying hello, he left to meet his client at the Z City Heroes Association branch.
“…”
When King saw that the main character Saitama was gone, he could no longer talk about forming a team.
"Genos, do you want to play games?"
"Do not hit."
"I can teach you how to control Saitama."
"Have a go!"
King successfully launched Rajnos into the sea.
On the other hand, Saitama excitedly went to the branch to meet up, and found that he was not the only one who was invited, but also Saitama's four B-class heroes. According to the client, he just invited them when there were insufficient people. He was very sad about making up the numbers, but he was looking forward to forming a team for the first time. However, along the way, others always disliked him, and even bluntly said that they did not need his help. It can be said that his gaming experience in teaming up this time was extremely poor. , seriously affecting his interest in team formation.
But at the critical moment, several other B-class heroes were in a hurry when facing the weirdo, and the whole army was destroyed, all relying on his last punch to solve the problem.
He looked at the staggering group of people and felt very disappointed. "It seems that I am not suitable for forming a team. As expected, it is best to move freely alone."
King and Genos played several games at home, and Saitama finally came back.
"Hey, Saitama, you're back."
"Um."
"Teacher, I'm going to cook."
After Genos saw Saitama coming back, he threw away the game controller and started washing vegetables and cooking.
King asked: "What did you do?"
Saitama said without interest: "Follow a few heroes to find the lost monster."
"Oh, a hero team?" King asked tentatively: "How did you feel about the process?"
"It's boring. It's completely different from the hero group cooperation I imagined before. Maybe this is the difference between reality and fantasy." Saitama sat down, picked up the game controller, and said unhappily: "King, after what happened today, I There is no longer any thought of forming a team.”
"Oh, that's how it is."
King saw Saitama looking shocked and said nothing more.
"Come on, let's play games."
The two teamed up to play games again.
"Actually, teamwork may be able to defeat the enemy more efficiently. However, this just shows that their individual strength is insufficient. I don't think I will have such a time."
"Yeah?"
King nodded casually.
Saitama suddenly shouted: "Hey, king, give me some blood quickly, I'm poisoned!"
On the TV, the swordsman controlled by Saitama was sprayed with poison by a mob, and his blood dropped. However, the priest controlled by King stood aside and watched coldly, without any intention of increasing blood, and even turned and walked away.
"Hey, king, don't leave? My HP keeps dropping. Don't ignore me. This is a cooperative game. We must cooperate sincerely, ah!? We are surrounded by enemies. King, please save me... "
Saitama yelled.
King said seriously: "Saitama, didn't you say you didn't want to form a team? Didn't you say that your personal power can solve all difficulties?"
"Ah! He's dead."
Saitama watched with despair as the swordsman he controlled fell to the ground.
"King!!"
He shouted the king's name in a long tone.
"Ha, now you know the importance of a team, right? Before Genos came, were you as comfortable as you are now? Before you met me, could you play games? Saitama, don't think you can live alone. Go down, actually, having companions is the most beautiful thing."
King educates Saitama. In fact, he is also an otaku without a companion. He is completely bald and calls the monk bald, half-hearted.
"But that's not the reason for you to watch my swordsman die!"
"I'm just telling you some principles of life."
"hateful!"
King and Saitama got into an argument about the team.
"Teacher, king, it's time for lunch."
At this time, Genos, a good wife and mother, came out with food and interrupted the dispute between the two.
"Eat, eat!"
King and Saitama immediately stopped arguing and quickly came to the dinner table.
"start."
Then, the chopsticks of the three people quickly came out, like a bolt of lightning.
Puff puff!
The three of them seemed to be reincarnated by starving ghosts. Their hands and mouths worked together to quickly put the food into their mouths.
This is one of the characteristics of Saitama's family dining - speed!
If you have a quick hand, you will have it, but if you have a slow hand, you will not have it!
If you pause for a few seconds, there may be no food left.
It’s so weird!
Half a minute later, Saitama wiped his mouth, looked at the clean dishes, and complained: "Next time when we eat, we must not form a team!"
“…”
The corner of King's mouth twitched and he was speechless, because he had similar thoughts. These people were too strong. Without cards, he... couldn't steal them!