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OPM: Heroics Start with Dual Kamui 120
🕑 Added 2025-09-17 12:09:01 +0000 UTCChapter 120: Sweet Mask’s Helplessness
“He’s completely lost it! Can our HQ building even withstand that?” Metal Bat blurted out, his eyes fixed on the cluster of meteors plummeting from the sky.
The sheer size of them made his voice waver with a mix of disbelief and urgency.
“Mr. Sitch mentioned earlier that the HQ was built with extremely sturdy materials by Metal Knight. It should be able to hold,” Atomic Samurai said, attempting to reassure everyone present.
However, a large robot stepped forward, and Metal Knight’s voice came through it with calm detachment. “No… with meteors of this magnitude, and with several approaching at once, this building will almost certainly be destroyed.”
His lack of concern made it obvious he was speaking through a remotely controlled machine. Even if the robot was obliterated, he wouldn’t suffer any real loss, and the nearby cities were far enough away to be of no concern to him.
“Was this caused by that fool, Sweet Mask? What are we supposed to do now?” Metal Bat’s glare landed sharply on Sweet Mask, his tone dripping with blame. It was, in his view, entirely Sweet Mask’s fault for provoking the situation with careless words.
“I get where Shinji’s coming from,” Puri-Puri Prisoner said, his voice tinged with frustration. “If you defeat an unbeatable enemy and then get questioned like that, anyone would be furious. But… is he really not going to spare us this time?”
“Silver Fang, what exactly was Shinji trying to do just now?” Child Emperor asked, remembering how Bang had abruptly headed to the HQ mid-conversation, clearly seeking shelter.
Bang tilted his head with a playful grin. “Ah… truthfully, I don’t know.” But then his expression shifted, becoming serious. “I do know Shinji well enough to say he wouldn’t harm us without reason. I understand him better than most.”
“That’s not very comforting, you know!” Atomic Samurai muttered with a nervous chuckle, watching the meteors grow larger in the sky.
Saitama turned to his clone, Shinji, his tone casual but direct. “I don’t know what exactly you’re aiming for, but if this building really can’t take the hit, should I just smash those meteors myself?”
“No problem,” the clone replied with a small nod.
Outside, away from the relative safety of the HQ, Boros stood motionless, eyes fixed on the incoming meteors. Unlike the others, he hadn’t sought shelter. Instead, he was quietly trying to decipher Shinji’s intentions. As the blazing projectiles closed the distance to mere meters from the HQ, clarity struck him: Shinji was forcing him to reveal where he stood.
With that realization, Boros released a roar, igniting his “Meteor Burst Form.” His aura flared, briefly returning to its former peak. Though his energy reserves had not fully recovered and he could only maintain the form for a short while, it was enough for this battle.
In a blur of motion, Boros surged forward, weaving through the oncoming meteors. One after another, he struck them with devastating force, shattering them into countless fragments. The pieces rained down toward the HQ, but thanks to his efforts, most of the destructive force was nullified. The debris that did make contact scattered harmlessly, unable to penetrate the building’s reinforced defenses.
From Bang and the others’ perspective, the scene was still terrifying. Countless fragments of rock continued to crash into the HQ, each impact shaking the structure violently. Even the specially reinforced glass began to show faint cracks under the strain.
Fortunately, everyone had managed to survive without any serious injuries. In truth, Shinji had been holding back the entire time. Those kilometer-wide meteors had not been his full strength. If he had wished, he could have summoned a Terminus Orb capable of wiping out all of humanity, but Saitama would never have allowed such a thing.
“So we’re safe now? It looks like that alien actually saved us?” Puri-Puri Prisoner asked, his gaze fixed on Boros, who still floated in midair even after shattering the meteors. “And man, he is fine~.”
“That must be the case. I couldn’t see his exact movements, but the fact that he entered that battle state again means he must have been the one to save us,” Child Emperor said, nodding in agreement.
“Saved by the enemy? I think I’m starting to understand Shinji’s intent now,” Atomic Samurai muttered, realization dawning on his face.
“See? He wouldn’t harm us without reason,” Bang added with certainty.
Their eyes then turned instinctively toward Sweet Mask. Some suspected it had been his hostility that provoked Shinji, while others believed Shinji had merely been giving him a warning. Regardless, all signs seemed to point to Sweet Mask being at the center of the problem.
Sweet Mask lowered his head in silence. He wasn’t avoiding their gaze; rather, in front of Shinji, he felt the full weight of his helplessness.
In the next moment, Shinji suddenly appeared right in front of him.
“Do you still see any meaning in debating justice and evil? When death was about to claim you, it was the ‘evil’ in your eyes that saved you.” His voice was calm but firm. “After this, whether others view me as justice or evil no longer matters to me. As long as I believe my actions are right, that is enough. Other people’s opinions hold little weight.”
Sweet Mask said nothing, his expression unreadable. Shinji, seeing no need to push further, left the rest for him to consider.
“My apologies for frightening you all just now,” Shinji said, turning to address the group.
“It’s fine. We were startled, but at least no one was hurt,” Atomic Samurai replied with a small smile, scratching his head.
“Hmph, giving that guy a lesson was probably for the best,” Metal Bat remarked, making it clear “that guy” referred to Sweet Mask.
“I don’t mind. Silver Fang’s at the age where he’s more sensitive to shocks like this,” Atomic Samurai teased.
“I’m not that old yet. My body’s still in great shape,” Bang shot back.
Their brief exchange drew a round of laughter from Atomic Samurai, and with it, much of the tension in the room faded.
“Genos, Saitama, let’s go,” Shinji said as he prepared to leave.
“Okay,” Saitama replied casually, as though nothing unusual had happened. Genos followed immediately.
Before stepping away, Shinji looked back at Sweet Mask. “Although I don’t share your idea of justice, if you ever have doubts or questions, you can come find me.”
With that, Shinji left the HQ.
