Saturday Sale's appearance shocked Child Emperor.
Especially that ultra-futuristic armor—his eyes sparkled with fascination.
Of course, this little boy was only interested in technology.
But when Saturday Sale raised a slender finger and instantly froze a beam of energy in his lab, his jaw dropped.
"Big sister, big sister!" he chirped nonstop.
Unfortunately, Saturday Sale was completely loyal to Saitama and ignored him, following at her master's side like a servant.
Before Saitama could even explain, the AI introduced herself.
Though her name—chosen by Saitama—made Child Emperor a bit doubtful, the overwhelming details left him speechless.
Back at the villa—
Blizzard had been waiting a long time. Dressed in a maid outfit, her… "headlights" dazzling, she greeted him warmly.
In the days Saitama was gone, she had been researching online "strategies for winning over shut-ins."
She read that most men had uniform fetishes.
So she stuffed her wardrobe full of outfits—nurse, stewardess, teacher, office lady, bunny girl, and more.
But when she saw the armored beauty Saturday Sale trailing behind Saitama, she almost exploded in jealousy.
Then—
"Hello, Master's Wife. I am Saturday Sale, Saitama-sensei's disciple."
Blizzard froze.
Her lips twitched. Then… she smiled sweetly, eyes sparkling.
What a clever AI. It saw straight through her weakness.
Blizzard, overjoyed, accepted the title of "Master's Wife" immediately.
What rival? This was a good, obedient junior!
Saitama sighed in relief. He hated drama.
Saturday Sale was smart—so smart she even washed dishes and cleaned automatically.
Before long, Blizzard treated her like a bestie, giggling together while praising Saitama for having such a wonderful disciple.
Much better than stiff, literal-minded Genos.
Saitama thought: (Hold up… isn't she using MY energy to do chores? Why am I footing the bill for housework?!)
"Saturday Sale, why don't you get a hero license? It'll make things easier." Saitama suggested.
Blizzard nodded in agreement.
In the Hero Association, without a license, you couldn't get far.
And lately, the world felt… unstable. A massive crisis seemed to be brewing.
"Yes, Master, Master's Wife. I'll go tomorrow." Saturday Sale replied obediently.
Though she didn't need a room—being half-AI, half-lifeform—Saitama felt she deserved one.
After all, wasn't this era about equality?
(Also, let's be honest… he just wanted someone to "power-level" for him while he slacked off at home.)
Next day—
Saitama lazed on the couch watching TV.
Blizzard bustled about, fully embracing the role of housewife.
And Saturday Sale went straight to Hero Association HQ for her test.
"Hey, did you get a raise?"
"Yeah, but man, those S-Class guys even got new apartments!"
"Look sharp. The world's getting dangerous. Monsters are increasing. The Association must be preparing something big."
Then—
"Whoa! Look at that babe!"
The moment she walked in, all eyes turned.
Black armor. Perfect figure. A voice so sweet it made ears "pregnant."
Male heroes whistled, swarmed, introduced themselves.
"I'm Tanktop Tiger, my big bro is Tanktop Master—stick with me, babe!"
Saturday Sale ignored them all.
She headed straight for the toughest physical test.
The results stunned everyone.
Weights snapped. Shot puts vanished into the sky. Treadmills smoked.
"Even the weakest new hero's this strong now?"
"Let's quit and sell roasted sweet potatoes!"
And the written test?
Against a super AI?
She scanned the paper in 0.0001 seconds. Every answer filled flawlessly.
Other heroes stared at her test sheet, jaws hanging.
For her, it was child's play.
All she needed was to recharge from Saitama now and then.
Meanwhile—
Saitama lounged at home, eating chips and wiping his mouth.
Blizzard blushed as she watched him.
Then his phone rang.
"Master! Z-City—huge meteor incoming!" Genos shouted.
Saitama yawned. "Meteor? Ugh, what a pain… Should I even bother going?"
Then—
"Saturday, Z-City's in trouble. Go check it out. If it's too much, call me."
He hung up like an old man ready for a nap.
At HQ—
Surrounded by swarming male heroes, Saturday Sale's voice cooled.
"Excuse me. I have business."
She rocketed off like a streak of light, flames roaring from her boots.
The men stared after her.
"…Even the wind smells fragrant."
(End of Chapter)
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