What would have happened{0} if I had used my Fist of Flowing Water, Crushed Rock...?{0}
Saitama, huh?
It'd be a shame to just leave him to his own devices.
Bang, Who is Too Overbearing{The Excessively Pushy Bang}
Maybe there's some way—
Hm? Genos?
Why are they together?
Come to think of it...
Master!
Are they teacher and student?
But their rankings are Class S and Class C.
So what's going on?
What should we have for dinner?
I think we've got some cabbage left.
Cabbage alone will not be enough.
Shall I purchase some meat?
There you go again.
Listen, don't underestimate cabbage!
Stir-fried in yakiniku sauce, it goes great with rice.
Hmm... so they are indeed teacher and student.
I see. So preparation is what truly dictates the results.
Even a powerful weapon can be junk in the hands of the incompetent.
Is that the lesson, Master?
I wouldn't go that far.
You teach me so much, Master!
Incredible!
He preaches the principles of martial arts with leftover cabbage!
And a disciple so quick to pick up on his master's lessons...
Such a far cry from Charanko.
If I don't do something, the Fist of Flowing Water, Crushed Rock will end with me.{added "will" -kBaraka}
All right.
Aw man! All your talk about meat made me hungry for some!
Hello!
Quite impressive.
Who's this old guy again?
Silverfang.
The Class S hero, Master.
Just call me Bang.
Up close, he appears to be no more than an ordinary guy.
Genos looks superior in every respect.
Yet, Saitama is the one guiding him.
In terms of rank, Genos is placed much higher.
But if Saitama has mastered a fighting style
that can surpass rankings, it's a different story.
What's with the old guy? He's gone all quiet...
There are many eccentrics in Class S.
I suppose that means this Saitama is an outstanding teacher.
Ready?
Yes.
So Saitama...
do you have a teacher?
Huh?
Where did you learn martial arts? Which style do you practice?
So we go from silence to a barrage of questions?
Even if your style isn't mainstream, don't be embarrassed—
Nah, I don't have a teacher.
But then... how did you become so strong?
Um... weight lifting... I guess?
What!
So you're saying that you smashed that meteor
using pure physical ability?
Yeah, sure.
This kid has so much potential!
How about stopping by my dojo one day?
It might be interesting.
No, I'm good.
Master Saitama is a busy man.
Come on, don't be like that.
This is the address for my dojo.
I'll be there all day tomorrow.
Were you listening?
Master is—
All right, old man.
See you tomorrow.
Oh, Master!
I can't wait to see their faces Iit with enthusiasm.
Why hasn't he come?!
I thought for sure you were going to the dojo.
Yeah, old dudes like that can be persistent.
Humoring them, then blowing them off
is the only way to avoid big headaches.
Not a care in the world.
But one should never let his guard down.
You're wide open!
I could've defeated him 200 times while he was shopping.
He's so very vulnerable and inexperienced.
Master!
I thought it was a cat, but it was just a plastic bag.
And now all my delicious meat
has been run over by a truck...
Such physical prowess!
No wonder he walks around so open to attack.
This changes all of my mental simulations.
You two look like you're in need of some protein.
At my dojo,
I have some premium meat that the Martial Arts Association sent over.
That's quite a coincidence.
I happen to have some yakiniku sauce!
Where's your dojo?
Advance Fearlessly Towards One's Goal
But, before I give you the meat, there's something I'd like you to see.
What do you think?
I was hoping I could open your eyes to how marvelous
the martial arts are—
Yeah, I get it. Now hurry up and give us the meat.
What is it that you want?
Looks Iike I'll have to make them understand...
But if I fight them,
We were promised meat.
there's a possibiIity they may get hurt. All right...
Why are we breaking bricks?
Ahh, this is becoming a pain.
"Karuta For Good Boys And Girls"
Let's have a game of karuta!
Hey, what about the meat?
Win the game and it's yours.
Charanko, you read the cards.
Yes, sir!
Nu...
What the—!
How's that?
By sharpening every nerve in my body, I can react instantaneously.
That is the essence of martial arts.
Ro...
Got it.
I see. The one who can flick more cards wins.
All right. Hurry up and read the next one.
Wait a moment! You can't neglect the rules.
These guys aren't the type to quietly play games inside.
Apparently so.
In that case...
This is an old training method passed down in our dojo.
It's a kind of freestyle sparring.
First, the two players must decide
who will attack and who will defend.
This is decided via shitao, jiandao and—
You mean "rock-paper-scissors".
The winner then has the right to
pick up the weapon and hit the other guy.
Hit, cover, rock-paper-scissors, right?
Yeah, generally that's the idea...
But in a competition such as this, martial arts can work
to your advantage—
Master, I'll do it.
You understand the rules?
Yes. I figured the explanation would take forever,
so I looked them up myself.
Very well.
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Very well.
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Round One
m -48 -25 l 0 -29 4 123 -45 128
Hit! Cover! Rock, paper, scissors!
First blood.
StiIl just a rookie, eh?
Maybe this is too advanced for you kids?
Looks like fun.
Tag out, Genos!
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Round Two
"Round Two"
Hit! Cover! Rock, paper, scissors!
Damn. Let's go again!
Fine.
Round \h\h\hThree
Rock, paper, scissors!
Round \h\h\h\h\h\hFour
Scissors!
Scissors! Scissors!
Scissors! Scissors! Scissors!
Again!!
Round 82
"Round 82"
Hit! Cover! Rock, paper,
scissors!
Brings back memories...
To bring back that Iively energy to the dojo...
I'm going to need the power and strength of youth.
Wait, he's...?!
Such power!
No fair! You're not allowed to dodge!
That would've settled it otherwise!
Those aren't the rules!
Enough.
Huh?
I lost.
If we'd been fighting for real, how would it have ended?
All right then!
The next hit wins!
You fool. I have no intention of engaging in mortal combat with you.
Huh?
What about the meat?
I was always going to give it to you.
Huh?
So what'd you think?
Maybe you understand now that you've had a match.
Especially you, Saitama.
Before you knew it, you were enjoying the competition.
Otherwise, you wouldn't have gotten so serious.
You listen too, Charanko.
Yes.
Martial arts is appealing in this way,
a way that you can never get from merely fighting.
It's true, Master was getting serious...
Exactly. That is the essence of martial arts.
Bang-sensei!
Well?
Perhaps you're now interested in attending my dojo?
Nah...
Not at all.
Oh, really?
Whatever, let's go one more round and finish this!
Master, shall I play you next round?
What? Why?