Z-City.
Once the battlefield where little loli Tatsumaki fought Saitama.
Now, fully repaired and reinforced by Metal Knight's branch.
But today's crisis was beyond imagination.
"Sir! Based on trajectory, the meteor will strike in one hour! Z-City will be annihilated! We've contacted S-Class heroes—Cyborg Genos, Sweet Mask, and the martial arts master Bang, who is already in Z-City!"
On the satellite feed—
A colossal meteor blazed through the atmosphere, wrapped in flame, radiating such crushing pressure that even viewing it was unbearable.
"This is no human-level disaster! We've started evacuations, but the city is congested. Half the people won't make it out…"
In the Association's control room, despair thickened.
"Yes, even if we try, this is a natural disaster. Beyond human power."
At the impact site—
Empty skyscrapers.
The streets jammed with fleeing cars.
On a rooftop, Genos stood, golden eyes flickering with endless calculations.
"Time to impact: five minutes thirty-six seconds. Factoring wind speed. Air resistance. Stress points. Preparing intercept sequence…"
He clenched his fists.
With his new Arc Reactor and bio-armor, he was stronger than ever.
He would try.
"Metal Knight is here."
Sweet Mask sneered, his blue hair blowing in the wind.
He hated Genos, constantly chasing after him, always trying to prove himself better.
A thunderous roar—
Metal Knight's massive steel war machine descended, engines blazing.
Missile hatches opened, dozens of rockets launched.
Explosions tore the sky in blinding orange light.
"Did… did he stop it?" Sweet Mask muttered, jaw tightening.
But no.
The meteor still burned on.
"Test failed. Ineffective. Disengaging."
Metal Knight's drone withdrew, uninterested in saving the city.
Sweet Mask cursed, but then clenched his teeth.
"Genos! This is beyond us! Better save people instead of wasting your life!"
But Genos refused.
"I have no choice but to try. Even if I fail."
Then—
A calm, aged voice.
"Sometimes, effort yields no result. One must accept it."
Bang appeared. Silver hair. Slouched back. Hands folded. His eyes sharp as an eagle's.
Even he… S-Class Rank 3, master of Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist… sighed in helplessness.
Absolute power.
A meteor.
Even martial arts were useless here.
Genos's chest reactor flared like a sun.
"Engine output, maximum! Armor, full reinforcement!"
Sweet Mask and Bang both braced—
Then—
A voice, smooth as silk:
"Are you Genos? Master's disciple?"
A sonic boom.
She arrived faster than sound.
Saturday Sale.
Her black armor gleamed, elegant and deadly. A knightly figure, radiant and alluring.
"I am Saturday Sale, disciple of Saitama-sensei. Master ordered me to assist you in destroying this meteor."
She smiled faintly.
The countdown ticked—
One minute twenty seconds.
The air boiled from the meteor's heat.
Bang, Sweet Mask, even Genos—all froze in awe.
Could she…?
(End of Chapter)
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