The Moon's surface returned once again to the ancient silence it had always possessed——if not for the wreckage everywhere.
As far as the eye could see, rock monster remains littered the ground, big and small, piled up like mountains. Shattered stone chunks and extinguished green energy crystals covered the lunar surface, as if it had just been through an apocalypse-level war.
Saitama lowered his fists, which were faintly smoking (in the literal, physical sense—because of high-speed friction). To him, throwing punches at that intensity for that long didn't even seem to count as a warm-up.
He turned around, heading toward the temporary landing pad of the S.H.I.E.L.D. base in the distance, planning to see if there was a ride he could hitch back to Earth.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something unusual.
Right beside the tire of the Quinjet that had just landed to pick up the heroes, there was a small rock monster—only about the size of a basketball. It had clearly slipped through during the last chaos and hadn't been caught in his fist wind. Now it was diligently gnawing at the Quinjet's special reinforced tire with its not-very-sharp rocky teeth.
A small white mark had already been chewed into the tire. At this rate… it might actually bite through.
A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent at the hatch—about to greet Saitama—spotted it too. His expression changed, and he immediately drew his energy pistol and aimed.
But Saitama moved faster.
He bent down naturally and picked up a fist-sized rock fragment from near his feet—one that felt a bit more "handy." Then, like an ordinary guy tossing a stone to scare off a stray dog, he casually threw it.
The rock traced a precise arc. In the Moon's low gravity, it didn't look that fast—but it didn't miss by even the slightest bit.
"Pa!"
It nailed the little rock monster right in the core.
The little monster froze instantly. The gnawing stopped. The next second—
"Ka-cha!"
Its body cracked apart and became a small pile of real rubble, completely motionless.
"Alright," Saitama said as he walked up to the hatch, speaking to the agent who was still holding his gun up, mouth hanging open. "We can go."
Like he'd just done something utterly trivial—just a tiny, convenient favor—he even remembered to remind him:
"Remember to tell Fury when you get back—don't forget your promise. One year of supermarket sale items."
After that, he stepped into the cabin first, found an empty seat, buckled his seatbelt, and sat there like a model passenger.
The agent at the hatch and everyone inside the cabin stared at his plain bald head and totally calm face… then looked back at the pile of monster remains that had just been smashed by a single small rock, and couldn't find words for a long time.
The Quinjet delivered Saitama straight back to the Z-City suburbs where he lived. However, once the jet had left, Saitama carried his supermarket shopping bag (the eggs had survived the Moon trip completely intact) to the front of his ordinary apartment building—and froze at what he saw.
The street in front of his building, usually so quiet it was almost deserted, was now jam-packed with people!
News vans were parked all over the place. Cameras, microphones, and long lenses practically clogged the entrance. Countless reporters—like sharks catching the scent of blood—lit up the instant they spotted Saitama and surged forward, surrounding him so tightly he couldn't move at all.
(End of Chapter)
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