Chapter 35
With previous experience, facing battle again felt easier.
Saitama drew a short sword from behind. Kunai no longer offered an advantage in close combat—especially when the enemies wielded oversized weapons.
As he eyed the group nearby, Saitama tightened his grip on the sword.
"Hey, kid—who are you!?" one of them shouted, noticing the corpses on the ground. The group didn't act rashly, and their leader stepped forward.
Saitama smiled coldly.
When he and Shisui left the village this time, they had agreed not to wear their Konoha forehead protectors, staying anonymous.
"You can think of me as your judge," Saitama said calmly.
"What? Don't get cocky, brat!" the leader barked. Seeing that they wouldn't get any answers, his tone turned vicious.
"He's just one guy. We're three! Kill him—for the fallen brothers!"
With that, he charged, raising his weapon high. The others followed, shouting profanities and swinging with brute strength, not skill.
Saitama launched forward like an arrow.