Hokage: My Nine Tails, Infinite Resurrection

The street is very ordinary.

The fox immortal in a green robe walked on the path wearing a sly mask.

The sky is very clear.

He walked home from the convenience store alone.

Today is another ordinary little day.

Bang!

Accidentally.

A good-looking young man bumped into him.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm so tired from running that I didn't see you."

The youth bowed his head in concern and apologized.

You can see that his attitude is really good.

"Nothing."

Qingling looked at the youth, was he dreaming of becoming a hero again?

But if that is the case, it is really difficult to succeed, life in the world, to become stronger, you may need more than just hard work.

"You this!"

The young man looked at the tonkatsu in Qingling's hand.

"Oh, today is a Thursday sale for quick pork cutlet rice, and the V50 can eat super large portions of tonkatsu."

Nani?

When the young man heard this, he nodded gratefully.

Ran again.

Qingling has been in this world called One-Punch Man for a full year.

But he could never find the invincible bald man in the world, but his appearance was not good.

Saitama?

Where is it?

Only this guy can defeat him.

Qing Ling thought so, picked up his dinner and walked not far away.

The house he lived in was not very big.

A small bedroom with a computer and a small living room that is also his dining room, but he can occasionally play video games.

The kitchen is not too big, but what complex kitchenware does a person need?

Opening the refrigerator, it is a pale green old-fashioned refrigerator, although it does not look good, it does not consume much point.

He threw his dirty black robe into the drum washing machine and looked at a pot of cacti on the balcony.

Animals have turtles, plants have cacti.

He raised them all, maybe this is the only way to accompany him for a long time.

It's ridiculous.

I don't know when he began to toss and turn.

Often a dream is achieved.

In his dream, he became the king of an underground man, fought with the bald Saitama, and died after being hearty.

After waking up from a dream, it is just a dream that has not yet slept enough.

Eat tonkatsu rice and a large bowl of chicken curry nuggets.

Qingling fell silent.

It's playing on the TV.

It seems that an ignorant young man saved someone on the side of the road, and it seems that he defeated a strange person.

Why would a weirdo of that level be defeated?

Qingling's gaze locked on the youth.

"Is he?"

The running youth I met in the afternoon.

Is it cultivation?

Dreaming of becoming a hero, as an ordinary person, he does not have any supernatural abilities, nor does he have a brain beyond ordinary people.

If this continues, sooner or later everyone will disappear.

At most, it is to become an undocumented knight.

Undocumented knights?

Qing Ling thought of this and looked at the TV again.

He suddenly found that he had fallen in love with this ordinary life at some point, and at the same time began to look at everything with a condescending attitude.

As if he was no longer among them.

But in the end, as long as you use the things you like and have your own taste, isn't it still life?

How could it gradually have a strange feeling.

Qingling shook his head and looked at the TV again.

The news said that the young man had fled at the first time.

Where did it go?

He directly looked down at the entire Blue Star with his divine eye and found that he was buying a discount super pork chop rice in "Love Pork Chop Rice".

"A hero who is indifferent to fame and fortune?"

Qingling became a little interested, but he didn't look any further, he didn't like to peep into other people's privacy, which was not a good thing.

"Oh, say your name, you can enjoy the old customer discount next week, with a cup of oolong tea!"

"Saitama!"

The youth is very happy and will give soft drinks next week!

"Saitama?"

Qingling in the apartment was surprised.

He could sweep the brains of everyone in Blue Star at any time to find out their brain consciousness, and it was clear that he did not do this.

Because in Qingling's opinion, this matter is not worth it.

You can even follow the time and space of the world to find Saitama.

He was just too lazy and didn't want to see more clutter.

It was really boring for him.

Unexpectedly, the young man who ran near his house every day was actually the strong Saitama who was later bald.

Whew~

Qingling let out a long breath of turbid breath.

Comfortable, this feeling of finding the person you're looking for.

He slept directly and steadily.

......

I don't know the years in my dreams.

When Qingling woke up again, the world seemed to change.

The house has collapsed.

I don't know when fighting broke out, and many houses in the neighborhood were in ruins, and weirdos were often haunted.

Qingling didn't care about this, but just yawned reassuringly.

That's nice.

This sleep was comfortable.

The green robe that was washed two years ago was taken out of the washing machine, shook it, and continued to bask in the sun.

Qingling stretched out a comfortable lazy waist.

He looked at the world and felt gentle.

That's nice.

This feeling of waking up.

The faucet was turned on, and miraculously you could drink direct drinking water.

It seems that some pipes are still not broken due to the fighting.

Evening.

He changed into a green robe, a robe that had been upgraded to a holy step, and walked down the street, just like two years ago, wanting to buy something to eat.

"Is today Thursday?"

Qingling habitually walked to his favorite store.

"Closed?"

Really.

Along the way, there was simply no one to live in.

Freaks often appear, and if they don't get it right, they will lose their lives, and even the hero association can't manage these places all day long.

Qingling turned around in disappointment and just wanted to leave.

A gentle voice was heard.

"Are you a regular customer of this shop? They have moved away on another street, but the price has not gone up, and today there is a Thursday V50 deal. "

This voice?

Qingling turned around, and his eyes couldn't help but return to their previous brilliance.

It's really the same person.

"Is it? That's really nice.

Qingling said hello.

Saitama also stood in place stunned, and it took a long time before he seemed to remember something.

"You're the gentleman who told me about this shop! Long time no see, thought you moved away. "

Seeing this harmless brine egg, I think back to the past.

Qing Ling only felt a trace of joy in his mind.

"I bought a huge portion to eat for two days, and you can just come to my house as a guest."

"Is that okay?"

Qingling didn't expect to accept the invitation.

Obviously, for Saitama, he was also a little different.

The two walked side by side on the street.

Compared to two years ago, it is very empty.

The difference is.

Saitama didn't need to pay anyone rent anymore.

Qingling's house was directly in ruins.

The appearance of weirdos has made the world a lot different, but no one can tell whether it is right or wrong.

"Arrived."