"It's possible."
"It is!" Jordan suddenly declared.
Saitama looked bewildered. "What's possible?"
King was greatly shocked.
Did I just say that out loud?
"As long as you keep training, you can become stronger too." Jordan pointed at Saitama. "Just look at him. He's been training for a year, and he can already take on monsters of this size solo. If it were you, I think you could do it too, right?"
"Hey, hey, hey! Why are you suddenly using me as an example?!"
King couldn't help but feel a little tempted. Becoming stronger...
It felt as if a tiny voice inside him was screaming hysterically:
Absolutely impossible!
Someone like me who has neither courage nor perseverance...
Even the most basic training would be impossible to sustain, right?
"Think about it. If you're interested, you can find me in Z-City." Jordan took out a business card printed by the Hero Association and handed it to King. "I'll introduce you to the best trainer."
"Ah, okay." King instinctively accepted it. "Thank you..."
He glanced down at the name on the business card: S-Class Hero—"Super Cop" Jordan Evans.
King recalled a news article he'd seen while browsing online and suddenly realized.
It's him!
Seeing that Jordan had extended the invitation without even asking for his opinion first, Saitama immediately bristled. "Hey, hey, hey! Don't look at me so obviously when you say that! I haven't even finished my own training—how can I train others?"
Jordan quickly pulled out his phone and captured this precious moment.
When I show this to the future bald cape man, I'll set the price at 10,000 yen per copy.
After finishing, he said aloud, "Since it's just additional company anyway, wouldn't training together be more motivating?"
Saitama, whose art style was gradually simplifying, couldn't help but flail. "Don't just make decisions for people so casually!"
"Hey, are you angry?" Jordan adjusted his hat brim and unleashed his ultimate move. "I'll cover premium beef hot pot for the entire month."
"Please introduce me to more trainees like this!"
King, already socially awkward, couldn't interject into the conversation between the two. After handling Saitama, Jordan walked over to him.
"By the way, you were injured just now, right? I have a healing ability that can speed up recovery. If you trust me, let me heal you."
"Oh, is that alright? That would be wonderful."
Mystical Palm Technique activated. Chakra brimming with healing power surged into the wound. King's expression softened as he exclaimed with delight. "It worked! It doesn't hurt anymore!"
"Good, that means it's working. Uh..."
When the gauze was removed from King's face, Jordan's expression froze.
The three familiar scars still remained on King's face, making him even closer to the "Strongest Man on Earth" from the original timeline.
A bead of cold sweat broke out on Jordan's forehead—something he rarely experienced. Where exactly did things go wrong?
I just treated several survivors, and the cuts on their abdomens healed completely. What happened here?
At this point, Saitama thoughtfully found a piece of broken glass from a shattered window and held it up in front of King so he could see his reflection.
"Wow, it really is completely healed! Although it left scars, they look surprisingly good. Now those thugs shouldn't dare bully me anymore."
Saitama agreed wholeheartedly. "Indeed. Looks quite intimidating at first glance."
"Thank you, Jordan-san!"
Hey, you're not angry?
"Ahem..." A certain quack doctor secretly breathed a sigh of relief, habitually adjusting the brim of his hat to hide his expression. "You're welcome. You've recovered now."
Meanwhile, at the Hero Association's M-City Branch
Inside the first operations room, staff members nervously operated the computers before them.
A moment later, the screen flickered and displayed a dynamic aerial view of the city, showing the downtown pedestrian street that had been destroyed by the monster.
"Got it! It's back! Team leader, the drone footage is back!"
Seeing his subordinate excitedly waving his fist, the team leader frowned unhappily. "Don't make such a fuss. We already tested it beforehand, didn't we?"
The subordinate shrank back, remotely operating the controls while whispering, "But this is indeed the first time it's been used in actual combat..."
"Alright, let's see what actually happened on scene!"
At the team leader's command, the drone's high-definition camera aimed at the center of the severely damaged ruins. As the lens zoomed in, the image on the large screen magnified continuously.
"That's the monster's corpse! The monster has been eliminated!"
"I'm not blind! Looks like some heroes arrived ahead of schedule. Quick, pan around—there are three people there. Zoom in!"
The next moment, the figures of Jordan and his two companions appeared on the big screen.
"So they're the ones who eliminated the monster?" The drone operator stared at Jordan—or rather, Jordan's baseball cap—with suspicion. "Team leader, this guy looks familiar. Is he one of the association's heroes?"
The team leader, when asked, seemed somewhat uncertain. "I think so... start comparing the database right away!"
A response quickly came from the control panel. "Report: No results found after importing the images into the database!"
"What? None of the three are registered heroes of the association?"
The team leader was taken aback. But his gaze was immediately drawn to another figure.
The blonde man in the black knit sweater in the picture was only slightly shorter than the tallest figure. Three terrifying scars on his face made his indifferent eyes radiate murderous intent. Even through the screen, you could feel that overwhelming aura that made hearts tighten!
This person... is definitely strong, right?
The team leader's eyes lit up as he realized he'd discovered an important target. The association had just announced the S-Class hero roster. If M-City could submit an S-Class hero candidate, it would be a tremendous honor for the entire branch!
He grew agitated at the thought.
Haven't you noticed how arrogant Lanny from Z-City branch has become in recent video conferences?
It's all because two S-Class heroes appeared in Z-City consecutively!
Hmph. What a lucky bitch.
"Based on my deduction, that man in black must have been the one who dealt with that gigantic monster! I need all available information on him in three minutes!"
"But team leader, shouldn't we investigate the two people beside him as well?"
"Those two guys? One of them has his face completely obscured, and the other..." The team leader slammed his hand on the table, making his conclusion. "He clearly looks like an ordinary person with some hair loss, probably just a rescued passerby. Our resources are limited—prioritize the man with the strongest presence. Everyone understand?!"