Chapter 87
"Sometimes, I really don’t think Saitama is just an eight-year-old child," Mori said as he set down his teacup.
"Then don’t treat me like a child. Is that so hard?" Saitama shrugged casually, as if nothing had happened.
In the ninja world, children matured early, both mentally and physically. Judging by Saitama’s height and demeanor alone, no one would have guessed he was under ten.
"Well then, I’ll be off," Saitama said as he stood and waved.
"Alright," Mori nodded, remaining seated and sipping his tea in silence.
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As Saitama stepped out of the office, his pace quickened. He was looking forward to the evening more than anyone. After all, it would be his first time meeting all the elders and core members of the clan.
"Saitama, what did Mori want with you?" Shisui asked as Saitama emerged.
"Nothing much. Just told me to come by tonight," Saitama replied, not revealing the meeting’s true nature. Since it was a private clan gathering, there was no reason to mention it.
"Oh, let’s go practice. I came up with a new move last night. I want to try it out," Shisui said cheerfully, motioning toward the training ground.
"Sure," Saitama agreed. Though there was a notable gap between their abilities, sparring with Shisui often gave him inspiration. He didn’t mind training with him at all.