Chapter 85
"Wow, the capital really is prosperous. Compared to Konoha, it does feel a bit more powerful."
Saitama strolled out after having his wounds bandaged. Although he had visited the capital during past missions, he had always been too focused on the task to truly take it in. Now that the mission was over and he was recovering, he finally had the time to look around.
The faint scent of medicine clung to him as he walked lightly down the bustling street, passing crowds of people.
The short sword strapped to his waist didn’t draw attention—many people here carried weapons openly. Saitama blended in perfectly.
At over 160 centimeters tall, Saitama didn’t stand out in the crowd in terms of height either.
Izakayas lined the streets, interspersed with hot spring inns, gambling halls, and less reputable establishments that catered to adult tastes.
"Hey there, handsome, come in and rest for a bit," came a warm voice from a hostess nearby as Saitama paused to glance at a flashy banner.
Though momentarily tempted, he quickly reminded himself that he was only eight years old and had no business in such a place. Without hesitation, he turned and briskly walked away.
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