Chapter 98
But Kakashi was cold, and Saitama himself couldn’t quite explain why. There was something distant about him, something that made Saitama feel strange—like he was talking to a much older uncle.
"Ah, Mute, what are you thinking! You’ve only just met, and it’s been less than three hours!" Mute flushed, feeling a little embarrassed. He realized he had been thinking about someone else even as he drifted off to sleep. That young man was certainly interesting—he was about the same age, yet clearly very strong. Mute couldn’t help but be curious about him.
"He feels very different from the average Uchiha," Mute thought silently, the idea lingering as he slowly fell asleep.
He began to look forward to seeing Saitama again. Perhaps it was because he felt like he could learn something new from him—after all, Saitama was clearly skilled in taijutsu.
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"Huh..." Elsewhere, Saitama lay on his back inside the tent, exhaling as he stared at the ceiling. He wasn’t sleepy yet—he’d napped too long in the afternoon.
With his hands behind his head, he let his thoughts wander.
"Sleep. The mission’s more important than overthinking." Forcing himself to close his eyes, Saitama tried to rest.
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"Morning, Captain!" Uchiha Yan greeted, chewing on a corn cob as he saw Saitama step out of the tent.
"Mm. Bring me something to eat. I’ll go find Mori and get our patrol route for today."