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PowThere were more than a handful of surprises as the mini Genos established themselves as a part of the family. If asked the first day what they were expecting to deal with, the answer would not have been “playdates with heroes and villains.”Even though Saitama’s relationship with Pow had improved after the incident, he was still a fierce guy who needed an outlet for his energy. So it should have been worrying the first time Sonic appeared. They were out and about town, and there he was, taunting the hero and dashing around in circles, trying to goad him into a fight.After Saitama had flicked him away (several blocks), he looked down and saw Pow, who had a huge smile on his face. “No. Absolutely not,” Saitama said immediately.“Fast,” Pow whispered, admiringly.“Do you want to get grounded? This is how kids get grounded.”Pow pouted, and they resumed their walk, but not before Saitama heard him say, in a very very familiar way, “I will defeat you, Hero Saitama.”—Itty and BittyAll of the kiddos loved Mumen Rider. When he was on television, they all came over and watched. If Saitama and Genos were quietly talking about going somewhere on the weekend, they immediately began chirping, “Mumen! Mumen! Mumen!” Even Pow was on his best behavior, like the thought of making Mumen Rider disapprove was too much for him.It really helped that Mumen’s honor and sense of fraternity with Saitama and Genos made it difficult for him to say no. “We don’t even have to pay him,” Saitama pointed out.But of all the bots, Itty and Bitty were Mumen’s biggest fans. They had made little signs that they would hold up on the balcony when he came over. They cleaned his bike. They even made him a little First Aid kit that could fit on the back of his seat. The first time he asked if they would like a ride, they short-circuited at the same time.—ImpGenos could not fathom how Imp had found Bofoi’s stronghold. Not that Genos couldn’t have, but he had decided to keep a safe distance after the warning about the Metal Knight.However, one afternoon, one of the Metal Knights appeared, hovering outside the apartment. Genos walked outside and caught Imp as he was literally tossed at him. He made a little squeal of delight.“This is yours,” Bofoi said through the mechanical speaker of the machine, jetpack alight.“Yes,” Genos replied, trying not to give too much away.“He took apart ten of my newest designs.”“I apologize for any inconvenience,” Genos said with a very hollow bow.“I made him reassemble them. However, they had been modified for more efficient output and less weapon recoil.”Why was he telling him this? “I am glad that he was not much trouble.”The Metal Knight flew away, then, and Genos watched him go. When he glanced down at Imp, he realized he was playing with what appeared to be some kind of puzzle, which he was making into different devices. This would need to be monitored.—Blue“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Saitama asked at the entrance of Bang’s dojo. “I mean, he’s not a normal kid, you know.”Blue walked over next to Bang and put his hands behind his back the way that the old teacher did.“Not a problem,” Bang said. “I’m honored that you would allow me the chance to teach him.”“Well, he insisted.”“Oh?”Bang watched as Blue went into a nearly flawless Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist back stance.“Yeah, he watches your videos all the time.”Blue walked over to the training floor, and as Bang started going into an explanation of the tenants of his martial art, Saitama could see Bang’s student – Pichanko? Chekobi? He forgot – talking to him, his face sneering. Blue silently watched the other student, and then bent his waist in a little bow. Chikowski turned away, but then flipped back and threw a punch at Blue while he still faced the ground.BOOM!Blue bowed again over the other student’s body, after his perfectly executed sidestep sweep.“I guess that’s that,” Saitama said, shaking Bang’s hand and leaving quickly before the old master could change his mind.—DudeOnce Dude had figured out that he couldn’t follow Saitama around everywhere he went, he turned his attentions elsewhere in his “off” hours.“Sensei,” Genos said one evening while the boys were doing the dishes. “There is something serious we must discuss. About Dude.”“What is it?” Saitama put down his manga and sat up, paying close attention. If Genos had said there was a monster that needed fighting, he wouldn’t have taken it nearly as seriously as he did when it was something about the kids.“I am afraid there is…something wrong with him.”“No way. He’s been great. He helps out, he cleans up, he’s perfect. What’s wrong?”Genos glanced behind his shoulder towards the kitchen, as if to make sure there were no eavesdroppers. He pulled out a stack of pages – magazine clippings, newspaper pieces, postcards and promotional material – and passed them to Saitama. They were all of Tatsumaki. There were also copies of several letters in very computerized font that spoke of ‘eternal love’ and ‘life-giving passion’ for the ‘terrifying and beautiful Tatsumaki.’“Our son has a crush.”—DangerIf it hadn’t been for the news report from City Q, Saitama and Genos never would have known what Danger was doing when not protecting the apartment.“This piece of amateur video appears to show someone fighting alongside Watchdog Man. If we slow the footage, you can see what appears to be a small figure using some sort of body armor.”There was another, blurry photo, which showed the figure riding on the hero’s back as they leapt from building to building.“We reached out to the Hero Association for comment, but they did not return our calls. When we attempted to contact Watchdog Man himself, we only received the following message.”The screen changed to one of the popular images of the celebrity hero, his expression placid, scratching his ear with a paw. A rolling text read while audio played.“I will neither confirm nor deny the existence of Tiny Dancer. However, any person who shares my passion for protecting the people of City Q are welcome in my pack.”Saitama shook his head, turning off the television. “Sensei, aren’t you proud?” Genos asked, slightly worried at the response.“Of course I’m proud!” Saitama practically yelled. “But why does he have to go all the way to City Q for this?!”