I Began Selling Jars from Naruto World Chapter 919: ：The price visible to the naked eye

For example, right now.

It's just this place where silence falls. One moment was a peaceful world, and the next moment, a violent explosion sounded.

People panic and run away.

The sound of sirens and screams, and explosions, filled the world.

This disaster.

If placed in a peaceful world, it would be a disaster that would affect the entire world like the end of the world and bring long-term pain to the world.

But here it is.

Just a weirdo.

The heroes came one after another, and they were easily defeated one by one. The command center of the Hero Association was in a mess, and they could only watch helplessly as the frantically destroyed areas on the map continued to expand.

This represents an increasing number of innocent people dying.

And they can only expect stronger heroes.

But.

At the heart of a disaster no one knows about.

The self-proclaimed Vaccine Man, the eccentric who is the messenger of the earth to destroy mankind, was smashed by a bald man in skin.

This is Saitama.

He stares blankly at his fist.

There is no joy in defeating the enemy at all, and even the expression begins to become more and more painful.

"Damn it!" Saitama collapsed to the ground with a thud, "It's just another punch! I'll go to your bastard!"

A voice full of daring resounded in this uninhabited area.

Unfortunately, no one heard but silence.

Saitama doesn't know how long he hasn't experienced a decent fight. He doesn't know when it started. Every time he encounters a strange person, he will solve it with one punch.

It's just torture.

He clearly wants a **** battle!

And right now.

A calm and somewhat mocking voice came from in front of him.

"Looks like you've done a great job."

Saitama's eyes widened and he raised his head sharply.

"It's you!"

He jumped from the ground suddenly.

He looked more excited than ever.

He will never forget the person in front of him. Back then, he was the one who gave him the booklet and said that to himself, but who would have thought that what this person said was actually true! By exercising according to the method written in the booklet, I have really become stronger, and I have really paid a "visible price"!

"Damn, why didn't you tell me clearly, bastard!" Saitama slammed into the silence.

"I've made it very clear." Silent turned around, walked away easily, and raised his chin, "Okay, if you do this again, then I'll leave."

"Don't, wait a minute!" Saitama hurriedly shouted, then stood up honestly.

God knows how long he's been looking for this guy.

He's been searching for this man since day one when he noticed something was wrong with his hair.

It's a pity.

No matter what method was used to get there, there was no clue.

I don't know the name, but only the appearance. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack to rely on myself to find someone. Now that this person has finally appeared, how can Saitama let go.

"Okay, I know you're looking for me, and I know why you're looking for me." Silent shrugged and spread his hands, "But, unfortunately, your hair is gone."

"What—!?" Saitama was dumbfounded, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

"I said, your hair is no longer saved, and under normal circumstances, it is impossible to grow back." Silent slowed down his speech, almost with certainty and a slow tone.

"No--!" Saitama cried out in pain, covering his head with a sad face, "Tell me this is not true, I don't want to be bald for the rest of my life!"

Some things are only cherished when they are lost.

Saitama at this time.

I cherish the lush hair that I once had.

"So, do you regret it?" Silent looked around as if the end of the world, "Regret using such a price, a period of hard practice, in exchange for such strength?"

Just where Silent's gaze is directed.

A little girl is lying there quietly.

That girl was rescued by Saitama.

Of course, under this apocalyptic ruin, I don't know how many girls, teenagers, young people, women, old people, until their death without waiting for any hero's rescue.

The girl who was rescued was lucky.

But those who were not saved seem to be described as more than misfortune.

"I don't regret it." Saitama's voice softened a little, but his expression was still sad, "But I still miss my hair."

"Hahaha." Silent laughed happily.

But gave him a deep look.

"Actually." Silent said with obvious meaning, "The price I'm referring to is not your hair."

"Is there another price?" Saitama suddenly became horrified, reaching out and stroking around himself, "You didn't say that, and the booklet didn't say it at all, wait, it won't be My eyebrows, I won't even lose my eyebrows!"

"Of course not." Silent smiled, turning his head to look in a certain direction in the sky, "Someone has noticed us, let's go, get out of here, it's rare to see you again, I'll treat you to a big meal~IndoMTL.com ~grunt.

Saitama swallowed deeply.

He has little resistance to good food.

But still asked subconsciously.

"What meal?"

"Premium Lobster, okay?"

"Really!? Ahem, it looks like you don't have anyone to accompany you, so I'll accompany you to a meal."

Saitama was so happy that she even walked beside Silent, urging him to walk faster from time to time.

The two people who were discussing going to eat a big meal seemed out of place with the surrounding ruins and corpses.

And right now.

The command center of the Hero Association is unusually quiet.

"Is that the person?"

"That's right."

"Three years ago, the mysterious man who destroyed the dragon-level monster with incredible power, the industrial waste liquid man, and showed a powerful restraint effect on the super power of the tornado, code-named Traveler, can't be wrong, it is him ."

Then the upper management of the command center took a deep breath.

Since the tornado shrunk three years ago.

They never gave up looking for this man.

However, there is no trace.

Even after searching all over the world, I couldn't find any information related to this person, which even made some high-level officials begin to suspect that the appearance displayed by the traveler at that time was very likely to be fake and not him at all. true appearance.

Or else, in this modern society.

It is impossible for a person to be unable to find even the slightest trace of life, let alone in the center of a city.