Combining his body with ancient relics + receiving induction training from a criminal organization + years of hard training, Feiton has extraordinary perception. In game terms, he has "magic perception", "crisis perception" and "murderous perception" , "soul perception" and many other passive abilities.
However, after coming to this world, Feiton had doubts about his own perception - he could sense that Saitama was a master, but he could not predict that he could blast a more than ten kilometers long ravine with the wind of his fist. monster; he can sense that low-level heroes are noobs, but cannot predict the ability of these novices to take a beating; he is completely unable to sense the power of King, who is known as "the strongest man on earth", and returns to his original nature and perfection. Controlling power, that's about it.
Therefore, when Sonic jumped out to challenge Saitama, Feiton did not underestimate Sonic preemptively. The evacuation of the people was not only to add fuel to the flames, but also to reduce casualties... Although in the face of Saitama's boxing style, he just ran away. A few hundred meters is not enough.
I don't know whether to say 'very lucky' or 'unfortunately', Feiton wasted his feelings, Sonic was knocked down by Saitama's hand knife. Because Sonic is a recorded killer, Hero Association staff quickly arrived at the scene to take him away and provide a one-stop service directly to the prison. This was Saitama's first contribution after registering as a professional hero.
"Ha~ I didn't expect someone to give me a pillow when I was sleepy~" Feiton threw a bottle of cold drink over and said with a smile.
"Thank you." Saitama also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had Plan-B, he didn't want to take the exam again. "But I have to have at least one merit every week. It's really troublesome..."
"With your level of strength, whenever a tiger-level or above monster comes out, you will be promoted to B-level." Feiton couldn't understand Saitama's sorrow at all. He was not a real C-level rookie. "Especially this This city is suspected to be the headquarters of the Weird Association, you don’t have to wait too long.”
Saitama had just unscrewed the bottle cap, turned his head suddenly when he heard this, and said in surprise: "Weirdo Association?"
"It's just folk rumors. Let's wait for the Hero Association's investigation report for the specific situation." This is not a hot news, but it is not a secret either. A search on the Internet will show you the posts of netizens talking about this matter. "But I think the credibility is still very high. High, after all, high-level weirdos appear in this city far more frequently than in other places, there must be a reason."
"High-level weirdo?" Saitama tilted his head and thought for a long time, but couldn't recall the "high-level weirdo".
Feiton shrugged: "Well, no matter whether it is the weakest wolf-level monster or the powerful dragon-level monster, they are all one punch in front of you, right? Maybe you don't even realize how strong they are."
"That's probably true..." Saitama was not humble either. He didn't raise his fists and claim that he was invincible, but he knew that he was strong.
Feiton used the gesture of drinking a cold drink as cover, and asked nonchalantly: "Speaking of which, how do you practice? Are you too strong?"
"I always feel like I have answered the exact same question recently." It was just a casual comment. Mr. Saitama was magnanimous and had nothing to say. "I just do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and 10 kilometers of long-distance running every day." And I don’t turn on the air conditioner at home no matter how cold or hot it is. After a year and a half, I became bald and became stronger.”
"..." Feiton silently turned on the bottle cap.
Even the loyal and honest Genos questioned when he heard this. Saitama could only emphasize once: "I am serious, there is really nothing else."
"I know you're not lying." Even a master of words like Feiton can't lie with such high-purity eyes. He just isn't in the mood to drink. "But I want to tell you one thing. , after the first meeting, I (please Valima) built a mathematical model to calculate the punch speed required to form a punch that can destroy a mountain forest of more than ten kilometers. The number obtained has many zeros, and then the body is inferred Strength, further reaching the conclusion that 'it is impossible for the human gene pool to assemble such an individual'."
Saitama quickly waved his hands and said, "Hey, don't make me sound like a weirdo. I was originally an ordinary office worker and became stronger after practicing."
"...Maybe this is talent." Feiton thought of his training method full of pain and blood, and then compared it with the intensity and effect of Saitama's training, and tears of envy were almost overflowing.
There is no shortage of cultivation geniuses in the continent of Samria. Feiton’s little brother was called the “Sister Sword Master” at a young age, but his growth rate is not equal to the growth limit. He is the only one who has become a demon god. He has always been under pressure. People envy the position of talent, but this situation is really strange now.
However, Saitama is a person who cannot read the atmosphere. He did not offer any words of comfort, but asked with a heartless face: "Now it's my turn to ask, why do you want to be a professional hero?"
"???" Fei Dun felt confused, "Didn't your master and apprentice suggest me to sign up?"
"Genos suggested it." Saitama had no objection or support at that time, and did not express his position at all. "And I don't want to find fault with you. It's just that I have always been engaged in hero work out of interest. Recently, I stopped Only when Genos became his apprentice did he know there was such a thing as a professional hero——"
"——Sorry, I think professional heroes are a unique system of this country. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the theme of the times. Even if you are an otaku, you should know about it if you have a TV at home." Feiton interrupted.
"I'm just an unemployed vagrant who likes to read comics and rarely watches TV, can't I!" Saitama said angrily, "In short, I feel that professional heroes are not the same as the heroes I want to be. I want to hear about another one who is just right. It’s not the view of someone who has been a hero for a few days.”
By the way, Genos's opinion cannot be used as a reference, because he is burdened with a blood feud, and the biggest goal of being a hero is to find his enemy.
"Is that so..." Feiton originally planned to deal with it casually, but after hearing this, he pondered for a moment and decided to answer seriously, "I... came to this country because my original goal in life has been achieved and I want to find a new goal. Just as Genos mentioned it, I signed up."
"..." Saitama's expression also became serious, because he heard that Feiton was answering seriously.
"As for the conclusions from these days of observation~" Feiton shrugged, "Professional heroes who gain both fame and fortune by doing good things and good deeds are not suitable for me, especially when some professional heroes loudly publicize their achievements while doing things, which makes me uncomfortable. . If he is a true hero who does not ask for anything in return, I might become one again when I am in a good mood."
"Ha~ I'm not the only one who thinks so~" Saitama smiled.
"No, no, you are a true hero no matter whether you are in a good mood or not, right? We are far apart."
"Maybe... Do you want to eat ramen together later? Well, it's your turn to treat me."
