Chapter 68: The Magic That Makes Omurice Delicious.
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After finally convincing Saitama to accept Genos as his disciple, Kihara brought up the topic of the Hero Association.
"Wait—being a hero requires registration now?" Saitama blinked in surprise.
But the moment he heard that registered heroes received monthly subsidies, he didn't hesitate for even a second. Grabbing Genos by the arm, he rushed straight toward the Hero Association in Z-City.
In truth, Kihara had another reason for persuading Saitama to take Genos as a disciple.
He was testing something.
Was his "experience gain" mechanic similar to a party system in games?
If that were the case, then as long as the other two members of the "team" were out killing monsters… he could just sit back and passively gain experience.
If that theory proved true.
Then life would be way too comfortable.
Genos might struggle against elite enemies, but with his overwhelming firepower, he was perfect for mowing down weaker mobs. And quantity meant experience.
Which meant Kihara could just stay at home with his girlfriend, sip on soda, and watch his combat skills level up automatically.
…Absolutely perfect.
When he returned home from Z-City, he was greeted by an unexpected sight.
Minami Yume stood at the entrance—wearing that same black-and-white maid outfit.
"Welcome home, Master!"
"…Are we playing maid café today?"
Seeing his interest spark instantly, she raised a V-sign with a proud smile.
"I knew you'd like it! Ah—no, wait… I should say 'Master' now."
She cleared her throat and straightened her posture.
"Ahem… Master, you must be hungry after your outing. I've prepared lunch."
"Then let me see what you've made."
"Yes, please follow me."
Seated at the dining table, Kihara watched as she carefully placed a plate of golden omurice in front of him.
No sauce yet.
Which meant…
"I—I'm about to perform the magic that makes omurice delicious!"
She looked visibly nervous.
Practicing alone in front of a mirror had been one thing—but now, under Kihara's expectant gaze, her body felt stiff, like a wind-up doll missing a few turns of its key.
"Soft… fluffy… pure… miracle… heartbeat… omurice…"
Her chant came out awkward and disjointed.
Kihara didn't look disappointed at all.
If anything—he was even more fired up.
"Yume, you've got to put emotion into it!" he said, gently pulling her into his seat. "Watch carefully. This is how it's done!"
He raised his hands, forming a heart shape, and delivered the lines with full flair:
"Soft~ fluffy~ pure~ miracle~ heartbeat☆~ omurice—become delicious!"
He even finished with a wink.
"…Huh?"
Minami Yume's jaw practically hit the table.
She had practiced for two and a half hours…
…and yet her boyfriend performed it more naturally than she ever could.
No stiffness. No hesitation. Just pure, effortless charm.
Her heart began pounding wildly.
My boyfriend is… dangerously cute.
This is bad… I want to pin him down right now.
Just as her thoughts began drifting into dangerous territory.
Kihara's phone rang.
"…Tch."
She had no choice but to hold back.
"Hello?"
"It's me, Fubuki. I've got information on the people you asked about. I'll be at your place in about four minutes."
"Got it."
After hanging up, Kihara gently patted Yume's head.
"Practice more. One day, I expect you to reach the same level as my demonstration."
"That's impossible. You're clearly a natural talent," she pouted. "Who was that?"
"Fubuki. You've seen her before when you were… smaller."
"That super well-built big sister?"
"…Yes."
Yume's expression immediately turned wary.
She had already checked the Hero Association's website.
Fubuki wasn't just beautiful—she had power, influence, wealth, and an entire faction under her command.
From any angle…
She was a serious threat.
Not that Yume doubted Kihara—but she lacked confidence in herself.
Soon enough, Fubuki arrived.
"Let me introduce you properly," Kihara said.
"Fubuki, this is my girlfriend, Minami Yume."
Yume immediately beamed with a bright, flawless smile.
"Hello, Sister Fubuki!"
"…Hello."
"I'll go prepare some tea. Please sit."
As Yume headed into the kitchen, Fubuki raised an eyebrow and glanced back at Kihara.
"So… you like having your girlfriend wear a maid outfit at home?"
"A relationship that never changes becomes dull," he replied calmly. "Sometimes you need a little sweetness to keep things fresh."
Fubuki fell silent.
…She had no comeback.
As someone who had never been in a relationship, she simply didn't have the experience to argue.
"Enough of that," she said, pulling out a document folder. "Here's information on two of them."
Kihara opened it and skimmed through quickly.
Inside were detailed reports on two members of the "Kaiju Supremacy" group.
the dark-skinned boy Chen, and the only female member, Mujina.
They had visited the Hero Association library to investigate him, but since they weren't registered heroes, they only learned his hero name.
Recently, both had been active in Z-City.
Searching for something.
Their movement logs were incredibly detailed—even down to what they ate.
Kihara couldn't help but click his tongue inwardly.
Did she personally spy on them with her psychic powers or something…?
Regardless, the intel was valuable.
Without hesitation, he handed over the remaining 300,000.
"What about the other two?"
"There's barely anything. Not enough to count as usable intel."
"Got it."
Kihara stood up immediately.
"Yume, I'm heading out. If Fubuki stays for a meal, take care of her."
"Okay. Be careful."
"Impressive decisiveness," Fubuki muttered.
She didn't stay long—after a brief farewell to Yume, she left.
To avoid being identified by enemy scouts, Kihara transformed into Kamen Rider Faiz, revved his motorcycle to the limit, and shot toward Z-City like a streak of black light.
At the same time, Chen and Mujina were wandering near the edge of the abandoned zone.
"Strange… I can clearly sense the Kaiju core. Why can't I find it?" Mujina muttered.
"My senses don't lie," Chen replied flatly.
"I know… but something feels off."
A hoarse voice suddenly echoed—like it came from hell itself.
"Of course you feel uneasy… because I'm here."
Slash.
Before they could react.
Chen's head separated cleanly from his body.
A fountain of blood erupted into the air.
Kihara stepped forward, bathed in the crimson rain, his gaze cold as death as he approached the trembling Mujina.
"…You're next."
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