Chapter 55
"Now!"
Saitama's chakra surged violently. A visible layer of crackling lightning enveloped his body—Lightning Release Chakra Mode—coating his frame in a thin, flickering armor of electricity.
Three steps became two as Saitama accelerated, closing the distance to the puppet in a flash. Lightning sparked along the blade in his hand with a sharp crackle.
At this speed, no ordinary puppet user could keep up. The Sand shinobi barely managed to twitch her fingers before Saitama stomped down on the puppet's head.
"Zzt!"
A scorched, black footprint was left behind. With a flicker, Saitama vanished and reappeared two meters behind the puppet master, blade at the ready.
His pupils narrowed as the tomoe in his newly awakened Sharingan spun slowly. He locked eyes on the enemy, frustration simmering—he had wasted too much time on this one.
Seeing him charge, the puppet master smiled with unsettling confidence. Her face twisted into a wide, smug grin.
The puppet loomed behind Saitama. The master stood before him. But something felt off. A sharp twinge of instinct shot through Saitama's nerves.
A ninja's sixth sense could be frighteningly accurate—and this time, he trusted it.
Just as he was about to close in, Saitama suddenly veered right, accelerating mid-step.