Tatsumaki couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Those are Saturn's rings! Have some common sense!"
"Of course I know those are Saturn's rings. It's just a metaphor, a metaphor!"
"You two have no sense of humor."
Saitama shook his head with a look of "helplessness."
During the return journey, Child Emperor began researching how to perform basic modifications on this "new moon."
"The surface is too rough; it needs polishing..."
"The albedo needs to be adjusted to be close to the original moon, otherwise the nighttime illumination will be much worse..."
"Internal structure scan shows a large amount of ice ore reserves, which can perfectly supplement Earth's water cycle..."
He muttered to himself while adjusting the tractor beam parameters.
He used the ship's onboard auxiliary equipment to begin the "neutralization" process on the asteroid being towed.
From the ship's storage...
...Boros pulled out some "specialties" he had collected while conquering various star systems—
Saitama was full of praise for something that looked like a screw but was crunchy when chewed and tasted like roasted meat.
He tried to ask about its origin,
but he was heartlessly refused by Boros on the grounds that "that planet has already been blown up by me"... Time passed slowly.
When the ship returned to Earth towing the brand-new "moon,"
everywhere the night sky could be observed was in an uproar.
The new satellite was placed into the original moon's orbit and began revolving around the Earth.
Its light was not as bright and gentle as the original moon,
carrying a cold, hard, icy-blue quality.
But undoubtedly, it stabilized Earth's tides.
It stabilized the peace of mind of countless living beings as they looked up at the night sky... Boros's ship placed the new moon in its calculated orbit.
Then it slowly landed on a temporarily cleared open space on the outskirts of A-City.
When the hatch opened, a crowd had already gathered outside.
Sitch was the first to approach, leading the Association staff.
His face wore a smile that was a mix of gratitude and awe:
"Mr. King!"
"The Association has prepared a victory banquet. Please, you must grace us with your presence!"
"A victory banquet?" Saitama blinked. "Is there meat?"
"Of course! Unlimited supply of top-grade Wagyu beef!" Sitch promised hurriedly.
"Then I'm going." Saitama nodded immediately.
King had intended to refuse, but seeing Saitama so expectant... he paused and spoke:
"Where is the location?"
"Right at the Association headquarters. We've set up a temporary restaurant!"
Sitch was overjoyed.
The so-called temporary restaurant was actually hurriedly set up in a wing hall of the Association headquarters that hadn't been completely destroyed.
The long tables were covered with white tablecloths and laden with various dishes, from exquisite sushi to sizzling steaks; as Sitch had said, it was indeed the highest standard possible under the current conditions.
The S-Class Heroes took their seats one after another.
The atmosphere was a bit subtle—
On one side were King, Saitama, Boros, and Asmodeus, who had just fought side-by-side.
On the other side were the Earth's heroes, who hadn't yet recovered from their injuries but insisted on being there.
Metal Bat was the first to break the silence. He raised a glass of juice and waved it toward Boros:
"Hey, Pinky. Although we were fighting to the death before."
"But King said you helped out a lot later. Thanks."
Boros glanced at him, picked up the oversized custom glass in front of him, and drained it in one gulp. It was his response.
Atomic Samurai silently ate a portion of soba noodles, occasionally looking up at King with a complex expression.
Bang chuckled as he served food to Saitama next to him: "Saitama-kun, eat more. You've worked hard this time. By the way, would you like to visit my dojo tomorrow?"
"Oh, thanks, but no thanks."
Saitama ate with his head down, the plates in front of him already piled high like a small mountain.
Tatsumaki sat diagonally across from King, nibbling on dessert while her eyes occasionally drifted toward him.
She wanted to say something, like "Your performance this time wasn't half bad," or "You can call me anytime you need something next time."
But the words reached the tip of her tongue, and she swallowed them back down.
In the end, she just poked the cake on her plate viciously.
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