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The episode continued, cutting to the massive corpse of the little brother as it collapsed, crushing entire blocks of City B beneath its weight. The impact was enough to shake buildings still standing, sending clouds of dust into the air. The audience's eyes collectively twitched at the sheer level of destruction left in the wake of the battle.
They might have been horrified at first glance, but deep down they all knew the truth—there was no possible way a monster of that size and strength could have been taken down without massive collateral damage. Even so, it was still staggering to see an entire district reduced to rubble in a single fight.
The scene shifted to the warm orange light of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the streets. Saitama walked casually from a grocery store, a plastic bag swinging lazily in one hand as if nothing earth-shattering had happened earlier that day.
"There's no sign of evil disappearing in this world," his voice narrated. "That hasn't changed since I became a hero."
A shiver ran through many in the audience. The meaning was clear—and unsettling. If villains, or monsters in this case, could be wiped out by someone this strong and yet evil still thrived… what would the world look like if Saitama wasn't around at all?
Back on the screen, Saitama's voice continued, calm but heavy.
"I'm not necessarily sad about that… but there's been something bothering me lately."
The image slowed, focusing on his distant gaze.
"As the days pass… my emotions have started to fade. Fear. Joy. Anger. I feel none of them anymore. Maybe… in exchange for power, I lost something essential to being human."
That confession sent a ripple of concern through the heroes in the room. Losing one's emotions entirely was dangerous—both for the person and the people around them. All For One, however, grinned faintly at the revelation. To him, this wasn't a weakness—it was an opening. A hero stripped of emotional attachment was far easier to sway than one bound by ideals.
On screen, Saitama crouched down, holding out a hand to a stray cat. He made soft coaxing noises, trying to pet it—only for a sudden loud thunk from the side to send the animal darting away in fright.
The source of the noise revealed itself: a hulking, grotesque creature that looked like a car given monstrous life, its twisted frame sprouting thick cables and jagged metal teeth. The so-called Car Monster loomed over Saitama, beginning the kind of dramatic self-introduction that seemed mandatory for enemies in this world.
Saitama, however, wasn't listening—his inner thoughts continued uninterrupted.
"Wow… monsters sure love talking about themselves."
The audience chuckled despite themselves, though a few still felt tense.
"Before all this… before my training… I used to feel so much. Fear. Panic. Rage."
The Car Monster, oblivious, made the fatal mistake of mocking his bald head. The screen cut abruptly to an off-screen boom. A split second later, the street was littered with the monster's mangled remains—chunks of metal and unidentifiable pieces scattered in every direction.
Everyone in the audience flinched at the sheer finality of it. The hit hadn't even been shown, yet the aftermath alone was enough to make their stomachs knot.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to it…" was the unspoken thought running through nearly every mind in the room.
Midoriya slowly raised his hand, his expression caught somewhere between curiosity and concern. Seven noticed immediately and pointed at him.
"What is it?"
"Excuse me, Mr. Seven… but why did his emotions fade over time after he became strong?" Midoriya asked hesitantly.
His question made the entire audience lean forward. It wasn't just idle curiosity—everyone wanted to understand this, heroes and villains alike.
Seven turned first to the readers with a casual shrug.
"This is just my opinion, by the way. I have no idea why in the actual series."
Then, he turned back to the cast.
"Well, it's very simple. It's because he's overwhelmingly strong."
The blunt answer only deepened the confusion on their faces.
"I guess I do have to explain this, huh?" Seven continued, clasping his hands behind his back. "He's so strong… that he can pretty much do anything he wants."
That statement made the cast shift uncomfortably. Some looked uneasy, others even a little intimidated. The villains, however, frowned—Dust Man being the first to speak up.
"How would that make him sad? Sounds like he's living the dream," he said, almost scoffing.
Seven shook his head.
"Normally, yes. People like you tend to care more about the results. But Saitama? He cared about the journey. His goal was to become the strongest, yes—but he also enjoyed fighting along the way. That thrill, that challenge… that was part of why he became a hero. Now that he's reached the top, there's no one left who can truly push him. And that's what's making him sad."
A few eyes in the room widened as the explanation sank in.
"And it's not just about strength," Seven added. "There's something else at play here… but I'm not going to get into that right now."
His words left the audience quiet, each person piecing together Saitama's situation in their own way.
On screen, the caped hero walked the familiar path back to his apartment.
"Every day I go back home uninjured… wash my clothes… and when I'm out fighting monsters, I don't feel like my heart is in it anymore. I mean, I just do the whole thing as a hobby. But… as long as I get a kick out of it in the end, that's all I really care about."
Hearing that made several in the room exchange uneasy glances. There was an unspoken question lingering in all their minds—
Was he thinking about quitting?