Ojii-chan If You Like~ 21: You Can Call Me Hii-hii-hii…
Ojii-chan If You Like~ A moment later— Saitama trudged back from the distance, a large, comical lump throbbing on his shiny bald head.
His eyes were filled with grievance.
“You’re bullying me!” His inability to move earlier was definitely Yuen’s doing.
Albedo didn’t have the ability to restrain him like that.
If she did, she would have used it during the fight instead of waiting until the end.
Yuen didn’t deny it.
He chuckled softly.
“I was merely helping you fulfill your promise.
A man who aspires to be a hero of justice wouldn’t want to go back on his word, would he, Saitama-kun?” Saitama pouted.
“That’s true, but Yuen-sama, you could have at least given me a heads-up.
Suddenly not being able to move is scary, you know.” “Saitama-kun, I think you only have yourself to blame.
If I hadn’t noticed you trying to dodge, I wouldn’t have interfered.” “Well, that’s true…” Saitama scratched his head, realizing he was in the wrong, and stopped complaining.
At the same time, his desire to spar with Yuen vanished completely.
Being able to control his movements at will demonstrate that the gap between him and Yuen couldn’t be measured simply by power levels.
Recalling the feeling of imminent death earlier, Saitama’s long-lost passion for improvement was rekindled.
Even if he couldn’t reach Yuen-sama’s level, he at least wanted to be strong enough to withstand that strange weapon the servant lady wielded.
“Yuen-sama, I’ll be heading back now.” The sudden farewell surprised Yuen.
“…You aren’t planning to stay and play for a while, Saitama-kun?
I have acquired quite a few new games recently.” Saitama was tempted, but he shook his head firmly.
“Yuen-sama, I’ll pass this time.” “I’m going back to intensify my training.
I’ll play games next time I visit.” Hearing this, Yuen realized that Albedo’s World Item must have ignited Saitama’s competitive spirit.
But Saitama was already the strongest in his world.
No matter how much he trained, it would be futile.
Although Yuen couldn’t bear to discourage Saitama, some things had to be said.
“Saitama-kun, I suggest you give up on the idea of extra training.” “Is there…
a problem with that?” Saitama widened his eyes in confusion, not understanding why Yuen would say such a thing.
Surely he wasn’t saying it just to make him stay?
Yuen explained patiently, “For the current you, continued training will no longer have any effect.” “In other words, Saitama-kun, you are like a character who has reached the level cap in a game.
Once you’ve maxed out, how can you level up further?” Saitama might look dull, but he wasn’t stupid.
He naturally understood Yuen’s meaning.
“…Ah, if that’s the case, then forget it.
Yuen-sama, let’s play games!” In truth, Saitama didn’t pursue strength obsessively.
Having the power to protect others was enough for him.
He had only wanted to train out of competitiveness.
Since he couldn’t get stronger, he wouldn’t dwell on it…
After all, he was already plenty strong, wasn’t he?
Seeing that Saitama wasn’t disheartened as he expected, Yuen smiled.
“You are quite open-minded, Saitama-kun.” “Obsessing over things isn’t my style.” Saitama laughed heartily and swaggered toward the living area in the dimensional space.
“Yuen-sama, I’m definitely going to beat you today!” Yuen smiled faintly.
“I look forward to it.” ….
They “battled” until past midnight.
Seeing that it was getting late and Saitama showed no signs of stopping, Yuen quietly threw a game to let Saitama win a round.
Only then did Saitama put down the controller.
He left Yuen Shrine satisfied.
Although Saitama was very happy after winning, his Favorability didn’t change.
It remained stuck at 84.
Yuen wasn’t in a rush.
Raising that single point was only a matter of time.
Getting up, he noticed his phone lying next to the controller and remembered something.
“Come to think of it, Utaha’s book signing event starts today.” ….
Morning.
The sun had just risen from the east.
Albedo was up early, feeding the white pigeon for Yuen.
Suddenly, she looked toward the Main Hall and saw Yuen emerging from the dimensional space.
He was wearing casual clothes similar to those worn by human teenagers at the foot of the mountain, rather than his usual kimono.
“Yuen-sama, are you going out?” Yuen nodded.
“I have some matters to attend to today, so I’ll leave the shrine in your care, Albedo.” Albedo’s expression dimmed for a moment.
Yuen’s words had blocked her desire to ask to go with him.
“As you command, Yuen-sama.” “I won’t be gone long.
I’ll be back soon.” Leaving those words behind, Yuen vanished.
In the next second, he appeared at the door of Kasumigaoka Utaha’s apartment.
He knocked on the security door with his knuckles.
Knock, knock, knock— “Who is it?” There was no peephole on the door.
Kasumigaoka Utaha opened it a crack to look out.
“It is me, Utaha-san.” Hearing the voice she had been thinking about day and night, Kasumigaoka Utaha flung the door wide open.
Seeing Yuen, her eyes blinked in pleasant surprise.
Realizing her reaction was inappropriate, the delight in her eyes gradually faded.
It was replaced by an expressionless mask.
“What business does Kami-sama have visiting a humble girl’s doorstep?” Hearing the tone, Yuen realized she was still holding a grudge about last time.
He chuckled helplessly.
“Isn’t your book signing today?
I wanted to come and see.” Coming here was also a way to fulfill Kasumigaoka Utaha’s prayer.
With him around, her luck would be significantly boosted.
The joy in Kasumigaoka Utaha’s eyes was almost impossible to hide, but she persisted in keeping a straight face.
“I am truly honored that Kami-sama remembers such a trivial matter.” “You don’t need to call me Kami-sama.
Utaha-san, you can address me as you did before.” “Pfft, shameless!” Kasumigaoka Utaha rolled her eyes at him.
“You’re over two thousand years old, and you still want me to call you ‘Otouto-kun’?
Keep dreaming.” Yuen spread his hands innocently.
“But wasn’t ‘Otouto-kun’ the name you proposed yourself, Utaha-san?” “Back then, I thought you were just a little older than me.
Who knew you were that much older?” Thinking about how she had kept calling him “Little Brother” back then, Kasumigaoka Utaha wished she could hide somewhere.
“Then how would you like to address me, Utaha-san?” Yuen rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“How about calling me ‘Hii-hii-hii…
Ojii-chan (Great-great-great…
Grandpa)’ based on my age?” “…Don’t even think about taking advantage of me!” Kasumigaoka Utaha glared at him.