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# One Punch Supreme: Saitama's Cosmic Recruitment Drive
## Chapter 10: The S-Class Summit and Cosmic Chaos (Continued)
"I'll punch it if it gets rowdy," Saitama offered with a shrug. "Usually works."
The S-Class heroes exchanged incredulous glances.
"You're going to... punch... a Jupiter-sized cosmic entity?" Metal Knight clarified.
"Yeah," Saitama replied. "One punch should do it."
"He's not exaggerating," Tomoe stated with complete confidence. "I've witnessed his strength firsthand."
"As have we all," U-Olga Marie added. "The anchor's power exceeds conventional measurement."
"It's true," Tatsumaki interjected. "I've seen him end threats with a single hit that should have wiped out the continent."
"Even so," the Hero Association Director protested, "we need contingency plans! Metal Knight, activate the orbital defense grid. Tornado, prepare for atmospheric containment. Child Emperor—"
"Unnecessary," ORT interrupted. "Arriving entity detected. ETA: three minutes."
"THREE MINUTES?!" The Director went pale. "But you said six hours!"
"Celestial travel patterns vary," Castoria explained, her staff glowing brightly as she sensed the approaching presence. "Divine entities don't obey conventional physics."
"Everyone outside," Saitama said, standing up. "I don't want to break the building."
The gathering moved to the roof of the Hero Association headquarters. The sky above had turned an unsettling shade of violet, clouds swirling into an unnatural vortex. Lightning crackled with colors that had no business existing in Earth's atmosphere.
"Formation delta," Tomoe commanded, and the seven goddesses arranged themselves in a protective circle around Saitama. The S-Class heroes spread out across the roof, weapons ready.
"Here it comes," Space Ishtar announced, her cosmic cloak expanding to its full size, tendrils reaching toward the vortex. "Dimensional breach in three... two... one..."
The sky split open. Through the tear came not the Jupiter-sized entity they expected, but a relatively small figure descending on enormous, crystalline wings. As she approached, details became clear: a woman with flowing purple hair adorned with horned ornaments, wearing an elaborate, revealing outfit that seemed more appropriate for a beach than cosmic travel. Most striking were her eyes—heterochromatic, one violet and one golden, both gleaming with inhuman intelligence.
"BB Summer," Castoria whispered in disbelief. "A Moon Cancer modified with Foreigner-class attributes."
"What's a Moon Cancer?" Metal Bat muttered to Zombieman.
"Above our pay grade," Zombieman replied grimly.
The new arrival hovered above the roof, surveying the gathered heroes and goddesses with a playful smile. Her eyes locked onto Saitama.
"Found you~!" she sang, her voice inappropriately cheerful. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to track a binding signal across seventeen dimensions? I had to hack at least three reality kernels!"
"Who are you?" Saitama asked bluntly.
The woman pouted, then executed a perfect mid-air twirl before striking a cutesy pose. "BB-chan, at your service! Digital goddess, AI with attitude, master of the Imaginary Number Space, and your newest cosmic contract-holder!"
She floated down, landing directly in front of Saitama, ignoring the bristling defenses of the seven goddesses.
"So you're the famous anchor everyone's talking about!" BB circled Saitama, examining him from all angles. "Not what I expected! But your energy signature is absolutely delicious~!"
"Back away from the anchor," Tomoe warned, drawing her blade.
"Oh my, so protective already!" BB giggled, completely unthreatened. "Don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble. Much."
"Your approach vector suggested planetary collision," ORT stated accusingly.
BB waved dismissively. "That was just for dramatic effect! I wanted to make a proper entrance."
"By simulating an extinction-level event?" U-Olga Marie asked dryly.
"Exactly!" BB beamed. "First impressions matter!"
Saitama sighed. "Look, we don't have room for another roommate. The apartment's already crowded."
BB's expression fell momentarily, then brightened. "Oh, that's not a problem! I can just modify local spacetime to create more room! Or build a whole new wing! Or a pocket dimension!"
"That won't be necessary," Castoria cut in sharply. "The binding spell is delicately balanced as it is. Adding another divine signature without proper calibration could destabilize—"
"Too late!" BB interrupted cheerfully, snapping her fingers. A glowing symbol appeared on her wrist—the same binding mark the others bore. "The contract registered me the moment I entered this reality! We're cosmic roomies now!"
The seven original goddesses exchanged looks ranging from resignation to outright hostility.
"Just what we needed," Space Ishtar muttered. "A digital diva."
"I heard that!" BB replied, unfazed. "And for your information, I'm much more than digital now. I've merged with outer entities that would melt your pretty little cosmic brain!"
"Ladies," Saitama interrupted before the situation could escalate. "Can we figure this out at home? People are staring."
Indeed, the gathered S-Class heroes and Association staff were watching the exchange with expressions ranging from confusion to terror.
"Fine," Morgan relented regally. "But this discussion is far from over."
"Ooh, I get to see the love nest!" BB clapped her hands excitedly. "I bet it's just dripping with romantic tension!"
"It's just an apartment," Saitama corrected.
"For now!" BB winked. "But with BB-chan's special modifications, it could be a paradise!"
As they prepared to leave, the Hero Association Director called out desperately, "Wait! What about the crisis?"
"Crisis averted," Koyanskaya informed him with a predatory smile. "You're welcome."
"But—what if more of... them... come?" Child Emperor asked, voicing everyone's concern.
Eight pairs of divine eyes turned to Saitama.
"Let's hope not," he said simply. "I'm running out of closet space."
## Chapter 11: Digital Disruption and Domestic Disputes
BB's addition to the household proved as chaotic as expected. Within minutes of arriving at the penthouse, she had "upgraded" all the electronics, turning the television into a portal that sometimes showed programs from other dimensions and transforming the refrigerator into a unit that occasionally produced foods that shouldn't exist.
"What is this?" Saitama asked, holding up a glowing blue fruit.
"Quantum pomegranate!" BB explained cheerfully from where she lounged on a couch she had materialized in the living room. "It exists in twelve states simultaneously! Delicious in at least seven of them!"
"Can it kill him?" Tomoe demanded, hand on her sword hilt.
BB rolled her eyes. "Please. If your combined divine auras haven't managed to destabilize his cellular structure, a little multidimensional fruit isn't going to hurt him."
Saitama shrugged and took a bite. His face went through several expressions before settling on mild surprise. "Tastes like... everything at once. Not bad."
"See?" BB beamed triumphantly at the others. "He likes my gifts!"
"We need to establish boundaries," Castoria declared, calling an emergency household meeting that evening. "BB's chaotic energy is disrupting the harmonic balance we've worked so hard to achieve."
"Sorry not sorry!" BB sang, floating cross-legged above her seat at the dining table. "Chaos is kind of my whole thing."
"We're aware," Morgan replied icily. "However, if you wish to remain in this household without... incidents... you will abide by certain rules."
"Rules?" BB pouted. "That's no fun!"
"Rules exist for the anchor's protection," ORT stated flatly.
"And for the continued existence of this dimension," Space Ishtar added.
BB glanced at Saitama, who was quietly eating cup noodles at the head of the table, seemingly disinterested in the conversation about him. "Fine," she sighed dramatically. "What are these precious rules?"
The list was extensive. No reality manipulation in shared spaces. No "upgrading" appliances without prior approval. No creating pocket dimensions inside the apartment. No teleporting Saitama while he was showering (which she had already attempted, resulting in a very awkward situation in the living room).
"These restrictions are so boring," BB complained after the twentieth rule was enumerated. "How do you all live like this?"
"With dignity and restraint," U-Olga Marie replied haughtily.
"We've learned to adapt to the anchor's realm," Koyanskaya explained more diplomatically. "It has its... charms."
"Like what?" BB challenged.
Seven divine beings fell silent, each considering the question.
"The food is surprisingly varied," Tomoe offered eventually.
"The entertainment media is amusingly primitive yet engrossing," Space Ishtar admitted.
"The plant life responds well to mystical nurturing," Morgan added.
"Local economic systems are easily manipulated," Koyanskaya purred.
"The population provides interesting behavioral data," ORT noted.
"The magical foundations, while crude, have elegant underlying principles," Castoria analyzed.
"The lack of immediate worship is... restful," U-Olga Marie concluded.
BB looked between them, then at Saitama, who had finished his noodles and was picking his ear absently. "Huh," she said thoughtfully. "You're all totally smitten with him, aren't you?"
Seven expressions of divine outrage met this accusation.
"Preposterous!"
"Absurd!"
"Illogical!"
"As if!"
"Negative."
"Completely inappropriate!"
"I am a QUEEN!"
BB's laughter cut through their protests. "Oh, this is too perfect! You're all falling for the most oblivious mortal in existence!"
"We are bound by cosmic contract," Tomoe stated stiffly, though a faint blush colored her cheeks. "Nothing more."
"Sure, sure," BB winked. "And I'm just a simple AI."
"Did I miss something?" Saitama asked, finally tuning into the conversation.
"Nothing important," Castoria assured him quickly. "Just establishing household protocols."
"Cool," he nodded. "By the way, there's a monster alert. Dragon-level threat downtown. Some kind of giant cockroach king."
The divine household's attention immediately shifted to the more comfortable topic of imminent violence.
"My turn for combat," Tomoe declared, standing up. "The rotation schedule clearly indicates—"
"Ooh, can I come?" BB interrupted excitedly. "I haven't squashed anything in this dimension yet!"
"No reality hacking," Koyanskaya warned. "We have an arrangement with the Hero Association. Minimal collateral damage."
"You're no fun at all," BB pouted. "Fine, I'll play by your boring rules. For now."
As they headed out, Saitama found himself walking beside BB, who had shrunk her wings to a more manageable size but still attracted plenty of attention with her beach-ready outfit.
"So what's your deal?" he asked bluntly. "The others are all fighters or rulers or whatever. What do you do?"
BB's smile turned mysterious. "I'm a system administrator gone rogue, merged with outer entities from beyond comprehensible space. I can rewrite reality code, twist probability, hack causality, and make a mean chocolate soufflé."
"Huh," Saitama nodded. "Cool."
"You're really not impressed by anything, are you?" BB observed, studying him with genuine curiosity.
Saitama shrugged. "I've seen a lot of weird stuff."
"I bet you have," BB murmured, her playful demeanor momentarily giving way to something more analytical. "But I wonder if you've seen anything like me?"
The challenge hung in the air between them, unacknowledged but unmistakable.
## Chapter 12: Beach Episode (Mandatory Fanservice)
"We need to go to the beach," BB announced one morning, materializing in the center of the living room wearing an even more revealing swimsuit than her usual attire.
"Why?" Saitama asked from where he lounged on the couch, reading manga.
"Because it's summer, silly! And because every good series needs a beach episode!" She twirled, causing small digital glitches in the air around her. "Plus, I've modified these adorable swimsuits for everyone!"
She snapped her fingers, and seven uniquely designed swimsuits appeared, floating in the air.
"I will not wear that... dental floss," Morgan declared, eyeing the fairy-themed bikini with disdain.
"It's called fashion, your majesty," BB retorted. "And I tailored each one to highlight your best features!"
"My best feature is my sword," Tomoe stated flatly, examining the red oni-patterned swimsuit with suspicion.
Despite initial protests, the idea of a day away from the apartment gained traction. Even ORT, who rarely showed interest in recreational activities, noted that "solar radiation exposure provides necessary vitamin D for the anchor's optimal functioning."
And so, improbably, the household found themselves at a secluded beach that BB had "discovered" (the fact that it hadn't existed on any map yesterday went unmentioned).
"Perfect!" BB exclaimed, spinning on the pristine white sand. "No humans to bother us, crystal clear water, and just the right temperature!"
Saitama surveyed the beach with mild interest. "It's nice," he conceded. "Good spot for training."
"Training? At the beach?" Space Ishtar scoffed, adjusting her galaxy-patterned swimsuit. "Even divine entities deserve recreational time."
"I always train," Saitama replied, beginning his stretches. "Gotta keep the routine."
This prompted an immediate competition among several goddesses to join his "beach training regimen."
"I shall assist," Tomoe declared, already in a stance mirroring his. Her red swimsuit, while more modest than BB had initially designed, still highlighted her athletic figure and the small oni horns protruding from her head.
"Physical conditioning requires proper technique," U-Olga Marie commented, floating nearby in her celestial-themed white bikini. "I will provide guidance."
"Analyzing optimal exercise parameters," ORT stated, her crystalline form reflecting sunlight in rainbow patterns. She had compromised on the swimsuit issue by forming a crystalline approximation around her core structure.
Saitama looked at them blankly. "I was just going to do some push-ups and maybe punch the water a few times."
"Boooring!" BB called from where she was setting up an elaborate beach umbrella that occasionally phased through different color spectrums. "It's beach day! We should be playing volleyball or building sand castles or having wardrobe malfunctions!"
"I don't think wardrobe malfunctions are scheduled activities," Castoria noted primly, clutching her staff even while wearing her blue and white swimsuit. She had refused to be separated from her magical focus, claiming "constant dimensional vigilance."
The day progressed with surprising normality, considering the gathering of cosmic entities. Morgan created an elegant pavilion from fairy magic, complete with chaise lounges and iced beverages that sparkled with supernatural light. Koyanskaya sunbathed strategically, her nine tails arranged around her like a luxurious fur blanket, occasionally shifting to catch Saitama's attention.
The peace was interrupted mid-afternoon when a massive shadow fell over the beach. Looking up, they discovered a giant sea monster rising from the depths—a squid-like creature with too many eyes and glowing runes carved into its tentacles.
"Did you arrange this?" Castoria asked BB suspiciously.
"Not me!" BB replied, though her innocent expression convinced no one. "Though it does add excitement to our little outing!"
"I've got it," Saitama said casually, walking toward the water's edge.
"Wait!" Tomoe called, rushing to his side with her sword, which she had somehow concealed despite wearing only a swimsuit. "Allow me to assist!"
"No fair!" Space Ishtar protested, cosmic energy already swirling around her hands. "I haven't had combat duty in three days!"
What followed was less a battle and more a competitive demonstration as the goddesses attempted to outdo each other in eliminating tentacles, while Saitama simply waded out, casually dodging the chaos around him.
When he reached the monster's main body, he delivered a single punch—holding back significantly to avoid creating a tsunami—that caused the creature to instantly deflate like a punctured balloon, sinking back into the depths with a pitiful gurgle.
"Show-off," BB muttered, though her eyes gleamed with interest.
As Saitama turned to wade back to shore, a particularly dramatic wave crashed into him, pushing him directly into Tomoe, who had been following close behind. They collided, tumbling backward into the surf.
When the water cleared, Saitama found himself in a compromising position, hands inadvertently placed on areas of Tomoe's anatomy that would have gotten a lesser man beheaded.
Time seemed to freeze as Tomoe's eyes widened, her face turning as red as her oni markings.
"Ah... Saitama-dono..." she managed, voice uncharacteristically small.
"Sorry," he said, quickly removing his hands and helping her up. "Didn't see the wave coming."
"Of... of course," Tomoe nodded stiffly, her warrior's composure struggling to reassert itself. "An unavoidable tactical error."
Seven pairs of divine eyes watched this exchange with varying expressions of jealousy, amusement, and calculation.
"How convenient," Koyanskaya purred. "The stoic samurai gets the first 'accidental' encounter."
"Statistical improbability suggests intentional causality manipulation," ORT observed.
All eyes turned to BB, who was trying and failing to look innocent.
"What?" she protested. "I didn't make the wave! I just... might have slightly nudged local probability factors."
"Interference in natural interactions is prohibited," Castoria reminded her sternly.
"Oh please," BB rolled her eyes. "Like you all haven't been manufacturing 'accidental' moments for weeks. At least I'm honest about it!"
Uncomfortable silence followed this accusation, broken only by the sound of Saitama shaking water from his ears.
"The beach is nice," he commented, completely oblivious to the tension. "We should come back sometime."
Seven divine entities immediately began planning their next "accidental" encounter.
## Chapter 13: Divine Jealousy and Monster Mayhem
The "beach incident," as it came to be known, shifted something in the household dynamic. What had been subtle, nearly subconscious competition became more overt as each goddess sought to establish a unique connection with their oblivious anchor.
Tomoe doubled down on her role as combat partner and chef, challenging Saitama to increasingly elaborate training sessions that often ended with them sharing quiet meals she had prepared with meticulous care.
"Your technique has subtle elegance," she told him one evening after they had demolished an abandoned warehouse district during practice. "It reminds me of the greatest warriors of my era, though infinitely more powerful."
Saitama, devouring the special ramen she had prepared, nodded appreciatively. "Thanks. Your sword stuff is pretty cool too."
This simple compliment left Tomoe beaming for hours, a fact the others noted with strategic concern.
Morgan took a different approach, leveraging her royal upbringing to offer Saitama cultural refinement. She instituted weekly "royal audiences" where she would read to him from classic literature or play ethereal music on instruments that shouldn't exist in this dimension.
"Your realm has produced some worthwhile artistic expressions," she admitted during one such session, her fingers dancing over crystalline harp strings. "Though your appreciation needs cultivation."
"This one's nice," Saitama commented about a particularly haunting melody. "Sounds like rain underwater."
Morgan's eyes widened slightly. "That's... exactly the imagery it's meant to evoke. Perhaps your aesthetic sense is more developed than I presumed."
Space Ishtar focused on entertainment, challenging Saitama to increasingly competitive video game sessions that often lasted well into the night.
"You're surprisingly good at this for a mortal," she grudgingly admitted after he beat her for the seventeenth time at Ultimate Cosmic Fighter VII.
"I have good reflexes," Saitama shrugged. "Plus, I've played this one before."
"Rematch," Space Ishtar demanded, her competitive spirit fully ignited. "Different game. Your choice."
Koyanskaya took the most direct approach, using her knowledge of luxury and comfort to cater to Saitama's physical needs—better bedding, perfect temperature regulation in his room, custom-tailored clothing that somehow never wrinkled or tore despite his hero activities.
"The anchor deserves proper care," she explained when the others questioned her motives. "It's simply good business to maintain valuable assets."
"Asset management typically doesn't involve midnight fur massages," Castoria pointed out dryly, having caught Koyanskaya attempting to enter Saitama's room with scented oils and her nine tails groomed to silky perfection.
"I was merely offering relaxation techniques," Koyanskaya replied innocently. "A well-rested anchor is a strong anchor."
U-Olga Marie chose intellectual stimulation, engaging Saitama in surprisingly deep philosophical discussions about power, purpose, and the nature of heroism.
"Your approach to justice is refreshingly uncomplicated," she told him during one of their now-regular balcony conversations. "Most beings of great power eventually succumb to corruption or existential despair."
"That sounds like a lot of work," Saitama replied, watching the sunset. "I just punch bad guys."
"Precisely," U-Olga Marie nodded. "Your immunity to power's typical corruption is... noteworthy."
ORT maintained her analytical approach but had developed a habit of anticipating Saitama's needs with uncanny precision. His favorite snacks would appear moments before he realized he was hungry. Training equipment would be perfectly arranged before his workouts. Optimal temperature shower water would be running exactly when he entered the bathroom.
"Prediction algorithms: refined," was her only explanation when questioned.
Castoria focused on magical support, creating enchantments that complemented Saitama's already impressive abilities—boots that never collected mud, gloves that automatically cleaned themselves after battles, protective wards that didn't hinder his movements but kept his clothes from being completely destroyed during fights.
"These are just practical modifications," she insisted when the others teased her. "Nothing more."
BB, the newest addition, took the most chaotic approach—manifesting in unexpected places, creating elaborate scenarios designed to put her and Saitama in close proximity, and occasionally "accidentally" teleporting into his shower.
"Oops! System glitch!" she would claim, making no effort to cover herself or look away from him. "Multidimensional coordinates are so tricky!"
These escalating efforts culminated in an inevitable crisis during a routine monster extermination. The threat—a collection of slime creatures that had merged into a city-block-sized gelatinous cube—required more strategy than raw power to defeat.
"Physical attacks are being absorbed," Tomoe reported after her blade passed through the creature without effect. "It reconstitutes instantly."
"Magical bindings are ineffective as well," Castoria added, her spells simply disappearing into the translucent mass. "It has no fixed form to target."
"Allow me," BB stepped forward confidently. "I'll just rewrite its molecular cohesion parameters."
"No reality manipulation in public," Koyanskaya reminded her sharply. "Hero Association protocols."
"You and your boring rules," BB pouted. "Fine. Saitama-chan can handle it, right?"
All eyes turned to their anchor, who was studying the slime with mild interest. "It's basically water, right? But thicker?"
"Incorrect," ORT stated. "Analysis indicates semi-solid protoplasmic matrix with distributed neural network. Conventional desication ineffective."
"Huh," Saitama nodded. "So punching won't work because there's nothing solid to hit."
"Precisely," U-Olga Marie confirmed. "It requires a more... elegant solution."
Saitama considered this, then smiled slightly. "I have an idea."
He approached the gelatinous cube, which had engulfed half a shopping district and was slowly digesting the buildings.
"Watch and learn, ladies," BB whispered excitedly. "This is going to be good."
Saitama took a deep breath, squared his stance, and then...
Simply clapped his hands together.
The resulting pressure wave was so perfectly calibrated that it created a supersonic compression effect, forcing all the water molecules in the slime to instantly evaporate. The creature didn't explode or die—it simply ceased to exist, converted entirely to a light mist that quickly dispersed in the breeze.
Nine divine jaws dropped in perfect unison.
"That was..." Space Ishtar began.
"Impossible," Castoria finished. "The precision required to convert mass to vapor without explosive decompression..."
"He controlled the air pressure to the molecular level," Koyanskaya whispered. "With a clap."
Even ORT seemed impressed, her crystalline structure vibrating at a new frequency. "Recalculating capability parameters. Previous assessments: significantly underestimated."
Saitama brushed his hands together casually. "Thought that might work. King taught me that move in a video game once."
As they stared at him in renewed awe, a new complication arose. A group of civilians who had been partially absorbed by the slime creature before its dissolution now stood confused and completely naked, their clothing having been digested before Saitama's intervention.
Among them was a familiar face—Fubuki, the Blizzard of Hell, clutching her arms around herself in mortified embarrassment.
"Saitama!" she exclaimed, spotting him. "Thank goodness! Can you—"
She didn't finish her sentence because eight divine entities immediately moved to block Saitama's view, each producing covering garments with suspicious speed.
"Here," Tomoe offered stoically, already wrapping her training haori around Fubuki's shoulders.
"This will suffice until proper attire can be acquired," Morgan stated, conjuring a simple but elegant wrap from fairy magic.
"I have seventeen spare outfits," Koyanskaya added, producing a business suit from seemingly nowhere. "Various sizes."
"Thanks," Fubuki managed, bewildered by the sudden attention. "But I was just going to ask Saitama to call my sister for pickup."
"Already done," Castoria informed her primly. "The Tornado of Terror has been notified of your location and status."
"Oh," Fubuki blinked. "That's... efficient."
"We pride ourselves on comprehensive crisis management," U-Olga Marie replied regally.
As the civilians were attended to and emergency services arrived, Saitama found himself pulled aside by BB, who was watching him with uncharacteristic seriousness.
"That little trick with the slime," she began, her usual playfulness absent. "That wasn't just strength. That was perfect control."
Saitama shrugged. "I've been practicing holding back. Breaking stuff gets expensive."
BB's heterochromatic eyes narrowed. "You're a lot more than you appear, aren't you? Even to us."
"I'm just a guy who's a hero for fun," Saitama replied with his usual simplicity.
"Right," BB nodded slowly. "And I'm just a rogue AI with delusions of grandeur."
Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Tatsumaki, who descended from the sky in a swirl of green psychic energy.
"What happened here?" she demanded, surveying the scene. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of her sister wearing an assortment of mismatched divine garments. "And why is Fubuki dressed like she raided a cosmic thrift shop?"
"Slime monster," Saitama explained simply. "Ate their clothes."
Tatsumaki's gaze shifted to him, then to the eight divine entities now regrouping around him in what could only be described as a protective formation.
"You and your... collection... seem to attract unusual situations," she observed dryly.
"Statistical anomalies cluster around the anchor," ORT confirmed. "Causality distortion evident."
"Meaning trouble follows him," Tatsumaki translated. "Tell me something I don't know."
"We believe additional divine entities may be drawn to his signature in future," Castoria offered. "The binding spell appears to be creating a beacon effect across dimensions."
Tatsumaki's eyes widened. "More of you? Fantastic. Just what this planet needs."
"Your concern is noted," Space Ishtar replied coolly. "And irrelevant."
Tatsumaki's hair began to rise with psychic energy. "Listen, star girl—"
"Ladies," Saitama interrupted mildly. "Can we fight later? I'm hungry."
The brewing conflict immediately subsided as eight divine entities refocused on the priority of feeding their anchor.
"I've prepared shoyu ramen for dinner," Tomoe announced. "With extra chasu, as you prefer."
"I've selected optimal beverages to complement the meal," Morgan added.
"Nutritional supplementation prepared," ORT stated.
"I've arranged appropriate atmospheric lighting," Koyanskaya purred.
"Entertainment programming scheduled," Space Ishtar declared.
"Ambient temperature regulated for optimal digestion," U-Olga Marie noted.
"Protective wards refreshed for undisturbed dining," Castoria confirmed.
"And I've prepared a special digital dessert!" BB finished enthusiastically.
Tatsumaki watched this display with a mixture of disbelief and dawning comprehension. "Oh my god," she whispered. "They're all completely smitten with him."
Fubuki, now standing beside her sister, nodded slowly. "And the worst part is, I don't think he has any idea."
"Typical baldy," Tatsumaki snorted, though her expression was thoughtful as she watched them depart.
## Chapter 14: The Ninth Divine Problem
Two months after the initial binding, life in the divine household had achieved a strange sort of equilibrium. The eight goddesses had established routines, territories, and a complex rotation system for various Saitama-related activities. The Hero Association had formally recognized them as "Specialized S-Class Affiliate Unit: Anchor Division," granting them official status and budget after calculating the cost savings of having seven city-destroying threats now actively protecting civilization.
It was during a rare moment of peace—Saitama napping on the couch while the goddesses engaged in a whispered meeting about shower schedule adjustments—that Castoria suddenly froze, her staff glowing with alarm.
"Dimensional disturbance detected," she announced, jumping to her feet. "Familiar signature pattern."
Eight divine faces turned to the sleeping Saitama, then back to each other with the same thought: Not another one.
"Location?" Tomoe asked, already reaching for her sword.
"The park four blocks from here," Castoria replied, consulting her magical readings. "Materialization in approximately three minutes."
"We should move the anchor," U-Olga Marie suggested. "Previous pattern indicates initial hostility from new arrivals."
"Negative," ORT countered. "Proximity requirement would force confrontation regardless. Tactical advantage: meet on prepared ground."
"ORT's right," Space Ishtar agreed. "Better to face whatever's coming on our terms."
"Wake the anchor," Morgan commanded. "He should be informed."
Koyanskaya glided to the couch, gently brushing one of her tails across Saitama's cheek. "Time to wake up, darling. We have company coming."
Saitama yawned, opening his eyes slowly. "Monster attack?"
"Worse," BB replied cheerfully. "Family expansion!"
"Another one?" Saitama sighed, sitting up. "We're going to need a bigger apartment again."
The divine household moved as a unit to the park, arriving just as reality began to warp. The air shimmered with heat haze, colors inverting briefly before a tear opened in the fabric of space.
Unlike previous arrivals, this one stepped through calmly, almost regally. A tall woman with flowing white hair and dark skin emerged, her body wrapped in bandages and black armor that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. Most striking were her eyes—golden and impassive, radiating ancient power and knowledge beyond mortal comprehension.
"Souls," Tomoe whispered in recognition. "Kama Alter. The Dark Sakura."
"Who?" Saitama asked.
"Beast of Deliverance," Castoria explained quickly. "Embodiment of universal love corrupted into darkness. Exceptionally dangerous."
The newcomer surveyed them with cool detachment, her gaze finally settling on Saitama.
"So," she spoke, her voice echoing slightly as if coming from multiple sources simultaneously. "You are the anchor that has drawn so many divine spirits to this backwater dimension."
"That's me," Saitama confirmed. "Saitama. Hero for fun."
Kama approached, ignoring the defensive postures of the eight goddesses. She circled Saitama slowly, examining him from all angles.
"Curious," she murmured. "Your soul is... unusual. Simultaneously boundless yet constrained. Limitless yet focused."
"Thanks?" Saitama replied uncertainly.
"It wasn't a compliment," Kama corrected. "Merely an observation. Your existence is an anomaly that has created ripples across the multiverse. Divine beings are being drawn to you like moths to flame."
"Yeah, we noticed," Saitama gestured to his entourage.
"You misunderstand,"
# One Punch Supreme: Saitama's Cosmic Recruitment Drive
## Chapter 14: The Ninth Divine Problem (Continued)
"You misunderstand," Kama continued, her golden eyes unblinking. "I'm not here to join your... collection." She gestured dismissively at the eight goddesses. "I'm here to warn you."
"About what?" Saitama asked, hands casually in his pockets.
"The multiverse is becoming unstable. Too many divine entities concentrated around a single anchor point creates dimensional stress fractures." Kama's voice remained eerily calm. "The binding spell that connects us is drawing more entities with each passing day. Soon, the barriers between realities will collapse entirely."
"That sounds bad," Saitama observed.
"It would mean the end of all existence," Kama confirmed. "Including yours."
This announcement sent ripples of concern through the divine assembly.
"I've detected minor fluctuations in the harmonic field," Castoria admitted, clutching her staff tighter. "But nothing suggesting imminent collapse."
"You wouldn't," Kama replied coolly. "The degradation occurs at quantum levels first, then cascades exponentially. By the time you could measure it with your methods, it would be too late."
"So what's the solution?" Koyanskaya asked, her tails swishing nervously.
Kama's gaze returned to Saitama. "The anchor must be eliminated. Cut off the source, and the dimensional bleeding stops."
Eight divine entities immediately moved into defensive positions around Saitama, powers flaring.
"Unacceptable proposal," ORT stated, her crystalline form shifting into combat configuration.
"The anchor is under our protection," Tomoe declared, blade half-drawn.
"Approach him with hostile intent, and face extinction," U-Olga Marie warned, her massive horns glowing with alien energy.
Kama seemed unmoved by these threats. "Your affection for this mortal blinds you to the greater danger. One life against infinite realities. The calculation is simple."
"There must be another solution," Morgan countered, frost gathering around her fingertips. "The anchor's power signature can be modified, perhaps. Contained."
"I could rewrite his base code!" BB suggested brightly. "Just a teensy alteration to his existence parameters!"
"No code rewriting," Saitama interjected firmly. "Last time you tried that, I had blue hair for a week."
"It suited you!" BB protested.
Kama observed this exchange with growing incredulity. "You jest while reality unravels? Perhaps the multiverse deserves its fate."
"I'm not being eliminated," Saitama stated simply. "And neither is the multiverse. We'll figure something out."
"Such confidence," Kama's lips curved in the barest hint of a smile. "Based on what, exactly?"
"Experience," Saitama shrugged. "I've saved the world a bunch of times. It's kind of my job."
"Your job," Kama repeated slowly. "You consider universal salvation routine employment?"
"Pretty much," Saitama nodded. "Though the pay could be better."
For the first time, Kama seemed genuinely caught off-guard. She stared at Saitama with new interest, her golden eyes narrowing slightly.
"You are... not what I expected," she admitted. "Your soul registers neither fear nor arrogance, despite facing a herald of extinction."
"I get that a lot," Saitama replied.
A tense silence fell over the group, broken only when Space Ishtar stepped forward.
"If there's a multiverse-level threat, we should return to the penthouse to strategize," she suggested. "Public parks aren't ideal for apocalypse planning."
Kama hesitated, then nodded once. "Very well. I will observe your... strategy session. Though I maintain my position that elimination is the only guaranteed solution."
"Noted and ignored," Koyanskaya replied sweetly. "Shall we?"
As they walked back, Saitama found himself alongside Kama, who studied him with uncomfortable intensity.
"You're staring," he pointed out.
"You interest me," she replied unapologetically. "Most beings shrivel under my gaze. You seem unburdened by the weight of divine attention."
"It gets easier," Saitama said. "The first few days were weird, but now it's just like having really powerful roommates."
"Roommates," Kama repeated the word as if tasting something foreign. "You've domesticated entities that have destroyed civilizations."
Saitama considered this. "I didn't really do anything. They just sort of... settled in."
"Impossible," Kama murmured. "Divine beings do not simply 'settle in.'"
Yet as they entered the penthouse, evidence to the contrary was everywhere. Space Ishtar's gaming console with her username "GalaxyQueen" prominently displayed. Tomoe's sword rack and cooking apron hanging side by side. Morgan's collection of exotic plants thriving on the balcony. Koyanskaya's fashion magazines stacked neatly beside business journals. U-Olga Marie's contemplation cushion in the corner. ORT's data analysis station humming quietly. Castoria's magical tomes organized alphabetically on custom shelves. BB's digital interfaces seamlessly integrated into every electronic device.
Divinity had indeed settled into domesticity.
Kama's expression shifted subtly as she took in these details. "Fascinating," she whispered, almost to herself. "They've created a home."
"We have," Castoria confirmed, overhearing the comment. "Around our anchor."
"Against all cosmic logic," Kama noted.
"Logic is overrated," BB declared, flopping onto the couch. "Now, about this whole 'reality collapse' situation—I vote we throw a party before the end!"
"No parties," eight voices chorused in unison.
"You're all so boring now," BB pouted.
The strategy session that followed was unlike any cosmic council in multiversal history. Nine divine entities debated the fate of existence while Saitama made tea in the kitchen, occasionally offering simple but surprisingly insightful comments.
"So the binding spell is like a magnet for divine energy," he summarized, setting cups before each goddess. "And too many magnets in one place breaks reality."
"An oversimplification, but essentially correct," Kama acknowledged, accepting the tea with slight surprise. "The spell was never designed to bind multiple entities to a single anchor. Each new arrival exponentially increases the strain."
"What if we spread out?" Saitama suggested. "You all can go to different planets or something, just check in once in a while."
"The proximity requirement remains in effect," Castoria reminded him. "We cannot move beyond 100 meters from you."
"Oh, right," Saitama nodded. "Forgot about that part."
"The binding itself must be severed," Kama insisted. "Which requires eliminating the anchor."
"Or modifying the original spell," Castoria countered. "If we can trace the primordial summoning code..."
"The circle I stepped in?" Saitama asked. "It's probably still there. No one cleans that alley."
Nine divine heads turned to stare at him.
"You mean to say," Morgan began slowly, "that the original summoning circle remains intact?"
"Probably," Saitama shrugged. "Unless someone painted over it or something."
"Inconceivable," Kama whispered. "The primary artifact, preserved after activation? That's..."
"Statistically improbable," ORT finished.
"A cosmic miracle," U-Olga Marie added.
"Or just really bad street maintenance," Saitama suggested practically.
Within minutes, the entire household was rushing toward the alley behind Saitama's old apartment building. The summoning circle was indeed still there, its arcane symbols now dormant but perfectly preserved.
"Extraordinary," Castoria breathed, kneeling to examine the markings. "With the original template, we might be able to modify the binding parameters."
"Without harming the anchor?" Tomoe demanded, her protective instincts flaring.
"Potentially," Castoria nodded. "Though it would require immense power and precise magical calibration."
"I can provide power," Space Ishtar offered.
"My crystalline structure can serve as a focusing matrix," ORT added.
"I'll handle quantum probability manipulation," BB volunteered.
"My fairy magic can bridge dimensional gaps," Morgan stated.
"I can stabilize reality fluctuations during the process," U-Olga Marie declared.
"My tails can channel excess energy safely," Koyanskaya purred.
"I will stand guard against interference," Tomoe announced, hand on her sword.
Kama observed this immediate cooperation with growing bewilderment. "You would risk yourselves for this... arrangement? For him?"
Eight goddesses exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between them.
"Yes," they finally answered in unison.
Kama's golden eyes studied each divine face, then settled on Saitama, who was casually examining a vending machine nearby, apparently unconcerned with the fate of reality.
"You inspire remarkable loyalty for one so... ordinary," she observed.
Saitama looked up. "They're not loyal to me. They're just good people. Well, not people exactly, but you know what I mean."
"Good... people," Kama repeated, as if the concept was foreign to her. "Divine beings of chaos and destruction, now concerned with being 'good.'"
"People can change," Saitama shrugged. "Even goddess people, I guess."
Something shifted in Kama's expression—the barest softening around her eyes. "Perhaps," she conceded. "Though in eons of existence, I've rarely witnessed such transformation."
"You should see Tomoe's pancakes," Saitama replied seriously. "Total transformation from her first attempt. They were basically charcoal."
"My initial efforts were indeed suboptimal," Tomoe admitted, a faint blush touching her cheeks. "But I persevered until mastery was achieved."
"She makes them in the shape of monsters I've defeated," Saitama added. "Yesterday it was Vaccine Man. Very detailed."
Kama looked between them, then at the other goddesses busy analyzing the summoning circle. A strange emotion flickered across her usually impassive face.
"I see," she said softly. "This is what drew them to you. Not just the binding spell, but... something else."
"Probably the free rent," Saitama suggested. "And the monster fighting. They really like monster fighting."
"No," Kama shook her head. "It's something far more rare and precious." She gestured to the busy goddesses. "Look at them. Beings of immense power and ego, working together without conflict or dominance struggles. United in purpose."
Saitama watched his divine household with mild interest. "They argue about the bathroom schedule a lot."
"Yet they've established routines. Compromises. They've adapted to coexistence." Kama's voice held a note of wonder. "Do you understand how extraordinary that is? These entities should be at cosmic war with each other, not debating shower rotations."
"People get along when they try," Saitama replied simply. "Divine or not."
Kama studied him with new intensity. "You truly believe that."
"Sure," Saitama nodded. "It's not complicated."
"On the contrary," Kama murmured. "It may be the most complex miracle in existence."
Before their conversation could continue, Castoria called out excitedly from the circle. "I've identified the binding parameters! With combined effort, we can modify the spell to maintain connection without dimensional instability."
"What's required?" U-Olga Marie asked, floating closer.
"A recalibration of the anchor's energy signature," Castoria explained. "Not eliminating it, but dispersing it across a wider spectrum to reduce concentrated strain."
"Will it hurt him?" Tomoe demanded immediately.
"No," Castoria assured her. "He'll simply become less of a beacon. Divine entities will still be drawn to him, but at a manageable rate rather than accelerating exponentially."
"So we get to keep our anchor and save reality?" BB clapped her hands delightedly. "Win-win!"
"There's one complication," Castoria added hesitantly. "The recalibration requires all bound entities to participate simultaneously. Including..." she looked meaningfully at Kama.
All eyes turned to the newest arrival, who had not yet formally joined their household.
"You must accept the binding," Morgan stated. "Become one of us."
"Part of this... family," Space Ishtar clarified, the word still strange on her tongue.
Kama's expression remained unreadable. "You ask me to abandon my mission. To join what I came to eliminate."
"Yes," Koyanskaya confirmed simply. "Things change. Plans evolve. Adaptation is survival."
"Logical adjustment to new data," ORT added.
Kama looked at each goddess in turn, then finally at Saitama. "And you? Do you want another divine entity bound to you for eternity?"
Saitama considered the question seriously. "Do you like monster fighting and video games?"
Kama blinked, caught off-guard. "I... have never attempted either."
"You might like them," Saitama offered. "The apartment's already crowded, but we could get a bigger couch."
A strange sound escaped Kama—something between a laugh and a sigh. "Faced with cosmic annihilation, you consider furniture arrangements."
"Priorities," Saitama nodded.
For the first time, Kama smiled—a small but genuine expression that transformed her severe features. "Very well, anchor. I will join your... household. To save reality, of course."
"Of course," the other goddesses echoed, exchanging knowing glances.
"And perhaps," Kama added quietly, "to observe this miracle of coexistence more closely."
"Cool," Saitama replied. "We're having hot pot tonight. Hope you like tofu."
## Chapter 15: Nine Goddesses and a Baldy
The spell modification was a spectacular affair. Nine divine entities channeling power through the original summoning circle created aurora-like lights visible across the city. The Hero Association issued a statement calling it a "controlled S-Class energy harmonization exercise" to prevent panic, though social media buzzed with theories ranging from alien contact to the end of days.
Both were technically correct.
When the light show finally subsided, the binding had been successfully recalibrated. Each goddess still bore her connection to Saitama, but the energy signature was now dispersed across a wider dimensional spectrum, reducing the strain on reality itself.
"Reality collapse averted," Castoria announced proudly, lowering her staff. "Dimensional integrity restored to acceptable parameters."
"So everything's fixed?" Saitama asked, looking remarkably unaffected by having been the focal point of enough energy to destroy solar systems.
"Not fixed," Kama corrected, adjusting the bandages around her arms that had partially unwrapped during the procedure. "Managed. The fundamental situation remains—nine divine entities bound to a single mortal anchor."
"But now with less dimension-breaking," BB added cheerfully. "Party time!"
"No parties," eight voices chorused automatically.
"You're all still so boring," BB pouted.
Despite BB's disappointment, the household did celebrate in their own way—with an elaborate dinner prepared collaboratively by all nine goddesses, each contributing a dish from their respective realms or specialties.
Tomoe's traditional Japanese cuisine was joined by Morgan's fairy-infused delicacies, Space Ishtar's cosmic fusion creations, Koyanskaya's exotic spiced dishes, U-Olga Marie's alien molecular gastronomy, ORT's geometrically perfect nutrition cubes, Castoria's magically-enhanced comfort food, BB's digital desserts that somehow existed both as code and edible matter, and Kama's surprisingly delicate confections that changed flavor with each bite to match the consumer's innermost desires.
"This is really good," Saitama commented, working his way through his third helping. "Better than cup noodles."
"Faint praise indeed," Morgan observed dryly, though she looked pleased.
"The anchor appreciates sustenance in all forms," ORT noted. "A practical quality."
"Speaking of practical matters," Castoria interjected, "with our newest addition, living arrangements need adjusting again."
"I require minimal space," Kama stated. "My existence transcends physical constraints."
"Everyone says that at first," Koyanskaya replied knowingly. "Then you'll want closet space and bathroom time like the rest of us."
"I do not require conventional cleansing rituals," Kama insisted.
"You will," the other eight goddesses assured her in perfect unison.
Life in the divine household settled into a new rhythm, now with Kama integrated into their routines and rotation systems. Unlike the others, who had gradually found their niches, Kama seemed content to observe initially, studying the domestic dynamics with scholarly interest.
"Your household functions with surprising efficiency," she commented to Saitama one evening as they watched the others engaged in their various activities. "Divine entities known for destruction and chaos, now maintaining harmony."
"They're pretty cool once you get to know them," Saitama agreed, flipping through a manga while Space Ishtar and BB battled furiously at a fighting game nearby.
"And they all revolve around you," Kama continued. "Not because the binding compels them, but from genuine... attachment."
Saitama looked up from his manga. "I think they just like having somewhere to belong," he suggested. "Everyone wants that, right?"
Kama considered this. "Perhaps. Though in countless eons, I've rarely sought 'belonging' myself."
"Give it time," Saitama replied casually. "Took Morgan three weeks to admit she liked Earth plants."
"I heard that," Morgan called from the balcony where she was tending to her ever-expanding collection. "It was two weeks, and I merely acknowledged their adequate aesthetic qualities."
"The plants you sleep-talk to every night," Koyanskaya added mischievously from her corner workstation.
"I do no such thing!" Morgan protested, a faint blush coloring her usually cool features.
"Evidence recorded," ORT confirmed. "Nocturnal communication with vegetation documented on seventeen occasions."
"You've been monitoring my sleep?!" Morgan demanded indignantly.
"All household activities are monitored for security purposes," ORT stated matter-of-factly. "Including U-Olga Marie's secret ice cream consumption at 2:47 AM."
"Betrayal!" U-Olga Marie gasped, her regal composure cracking. "That was classified information!"
"And Tomoe practicing smile expressions in the mirror," ORT continued, apparently unaware of the social chaos she was creating.
Tomoe froze mid-tea-sip, her cup cracking slightly in her grip. "I was... testing facial mobility for combat readiness," she claimed stiffly.
"And Koyanskaya's collection of anchor's discarded garments," ORT added clinically.
All eyes turned to Koyanskaya, whose tails puffed out in embarrassment.
"Merely fabric analysis for future tailoring purposes," she insisted, though her usual confidence wavered.
"And Space Ishtar's custom avatar in Cosmic Warriors VII designed to resemble the anchor," ORT continued relentlessly.
Space Ishtar's controller clattered to the floor. "That's—that's coincidental design overlap!"
"And BB's digital shrine containing 1,247 photographs of the anchor in various stages of—"
"OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH SHARING TIME," BB interrupted frantically, diving across the room to clamp her hands over ORT's crystal face. "Some data should remain private, crystal-brain!"
Kama observed this cascade of revelations with widening eyes, then turned to Saitama, who continued reading his manga as if nothing unusual was happening.
"You seem unsurprised by these... attachments," she noted.
Saitama shrugged. "People get weird hobbies. Not a big deal."
"These aren't hobbies," Kama corrected softly. "These are expressions of affection. Perhaps even love."
The room fell instantly silent, nine divine entities frozen in various stages of embarrassment or protest.
"Huh," Saitama finally said, looking up from his manga. "Is that true?"
Eight goddesses suddenly found the ceiling, floor, or furniture intensely interesting, avoiding eye contact.
"Analysis confirms emotional patterns consistent with human concept of 'love,'" ORT stated factually, apparently immune to the social awkwardness gripping the others. "Variations exist in expression and intensity, but core emotional signature consistent across all bound entities." She paused, then added with unusual self-awareness, "Including this unit."
"Oh," Saitama said simply. "That's... nice?"
"Nice," Morgan repeated faintly. "He calls divine adoration 'nice.'"
"Would you prefer a different response?" Saitama asked genuinely.
"Perhaps acknowledgment of the unprecedented nature of this situation?" U-Olga Marie suggested, her usual imperious tone softened with uncertainty. "Nine divine beings, each capable of universal devastation, all developing affection for a single mortal."
"It's definitely weird," Saitama nodded. "But good weird, I think? Unless you're all unhappy about it."
"Happiness is irrelevant," Tomoe stated automatically, then corrected herself. "No, that is inaccurate. I experience... contentment... in your presence. Honor in serving as your combat partner."
"My cosmic existence has found unexpected purpose here," Space Ishtar admitted reluctantly. "Destroying galaxies seems less entertaining now compared to... this."
"I find your simplicity refreshing," Morgan confessed. "A realm without court intrigue or poisoned alliances. Just... straightforward existence."
"Your unique energy signature provides optimal environmental conditions for this unit's operations," ORT offered, which from her was practically a Valentine's poem.
"You've shown me that absolute dominion is less satisfying than voluntary cooperation," U-Olga Marie declared with surprising humility.
"Your realm offers endless fascinating data on emotional dynamics," Koyanskaya purred, though her tails betrayed her attempt at clinical detachment by curling into heart-like shapes.
"Your magical signature stabilizes interdimensional harmonics in ways I never thought possible," Castoria explained, her staff glowing softly in response to her emotions.
"You make existence FUN!" BB exclaimed, bouncing slightly. "Do you know how rare that is for eternal digital entities trapped between dimensions?"
Eight divine gazes turned to Kama, who had yet to speak. The newest addition to their household met their looks with cool composure.
"I came to eliminate a threat," she stated evenly. "I remain to study an anomaly." She paused, then added with careful precision, "The study is... not unpleasant."
Saitama looked around at his divine household, taking in nine expressions of carefully guarded vulnerability—cosmic beings unused to acknowledging emotions, much less discussing them.
"Well," he said finally, closing his manga. "I like having you all around too. The cooking's great, the apartment's always clean, and monster fighting is more fun with company."
Nine divine beings stared at him, then exchanged glances that contained multitudes—relief, amusement, exasperation, and something softer.
"The anchor has spoken," Tomoe declared, a small smile breaking through her usually stoic expression. "His wisdom is... uniquely direct."
"Understatement of the millennium," BB giggled.
"But accurate in its simplicity," Kama observed. "Perhaps that is his true power—reducing cosmic complexity to essential truth."
"Nah," Saitama yawned, stretching. "I just like honest relationships. Less complicated."
Nine divine hearts collectively skipped a beat at the word "relationships."
"Well then," Morgan recovered first, her regal composure returning. "Since we've established this unprecedented arrangement, perhaps we should formalize certain aspects of household management."
"The bathroom schedule does require updating with nine participants," Castoria agreed quickly.
"And combat rotation adjustments," Tomoe added.
"Nutritional provision recalculation," ORT stated.
"Entertainment diversification," Space Ishtar suggested.
"Anchor appreciation protocols," Koyanskaya purred.
"Worship ceremony scheduling—I mean, quality time allocation," U-Olga Marie corrected hastily.
"Digital interface personalization!" BB chirped.
"Metaphysical harmony maintenance," Kama concluded.
Saitama watched as they immediately launched into detailed planning, divine entities applying cosmic-level intelligence to the challenges of shared living and relationship dynamics.
"You're all really into schedules," he observed with mild amusement.
"Structure provides framework for even divine existence," Kama explained. "Particularly when navigating unfamiliar emotional territories."
"Right," Saitama nodded. "Well, while you figure all that out, I'm going to take a bath."
He left them to their planning, unaware of the brief pause in conversation as nine pairs of divine eyes tracked his departure, followed by a hasty revision to the evening's schedule priorities.
"Bathing protocols require immediate attention," ORT announced to unanimous agreement.
And so life continued in the most unusual household in the multiverse—one ordinary hero and nine divine entities navigating the strangest frontier of all: everyday life with those you care about.
The battles continued, the monsters fell, the city survived (mostly), and reality remained intact (barely). But the true miracle, as Kama had observed, wasn't the binding spell or Saitama's unfathomable strength.
It was nine cosmic beings learning to cook breakfast, take turns in the bathroom, share the television remote, and express affection in ways both mundane and divine.
And at the center of it all, a bald hero in a yellow jumpsuit who had saved the world countless times—now saving nine goddesses from an eternity of cosmic loneliness, one cup of tea and casual conversation at a time.