A week had passed in relative peace. Yoshino had streamlined his monster-hunting routine; instead of chasing every creature personally, he dispatched two invisible Shinigami from the Ten Shadows Technique. They handled the low-level threats efficiently while he relaxed on his couch, remote in hand.
His eyes scanned the news channels obsessively. Not for heroic updates, but for insects. Specifically, mosquitoes.
Yoshino lay back on his couch, flipping through news channels casually. His mind wandered—not just to Mosquito Girl and her... *interesting* features—but to Genos.
He remembered the original timeline. Saitama would save him, become his mentor. But Yoshino was here now. He could take that role.
More importantly... he had money. Real money.Yoshino lay back on his couch, flipping through news channels casually. His mind wandered—not just to Mosquito Girl and her... *interesting* features—but to Genos.
He remembered the original timeline. Saitama would save him, become his mentor. But Yoshino was here now. He could take that role.
More importantly... he had money. Real money.
Yoshino chuckled to himself, imagining Saitama scouring the city for bargain deals. He understood that feeling all too well. Sure, his apartment was rent-free due to its... *unpopular* location, but that didn't mean he could ignore basic necessities.
"Breaking News: A bizarre swarm of oversized mosquitoes has been draining farm animals dry across the countryside. The swarm is rapidly advancing toward City Z."
Yoshino grinned, tossing the remote onto the couch. The timeline was holding up perfectly. Mosquito Girl was incoming, and that meant Genos wouldn't be far behind.
He stood up, stretching his arms.
He didn't need to rush. He knew exactly how this played out. The swarm would arrive, Mosquito Girl would make her dramatic entrance, and Genos would inevitably try to engage her—likely getting overwhelmed and needing a rescue.
Yoshino walked to the window, staring out over the abandoned skyline of Z-City. He was about to kill two birds with one stone.
Mosquito Girl was coming. And Genos would be there.
Yoshino checked his supplies—groceries, cursed energy reserves, and his Ten Shadows technique ready. He needed to head out. Not to hunt the swarm personally, but to position himself.
The news anchor continued: "Citizens are advised to stay indoors. The swarm has entered City Z outskirts."
Yoshino smirked and left his apartment, stepping out into the dark streets. He could hear the distant buzzing already. Perfect timing. He walked towards the city limits, following the sound. Soon enough, he saw them - thousands of massive mosquitoes filling the sky like a dark cloud.
The explosion shook the ground beneath his feet. Yoshino's grin widened. Right on schedule. Genos was already engaging, just like in the original timeline.
He could already picture it: Mosquito Girl releasing her swarm, Genos dodging lasers while trying to protect civilians. The cyborg would hold his own briefly, then get overwhelmed.
Perfect.
Yoshino picked up his pace.
He reached the edge of the destruction just in time. The sky was black with mosquitoes, and Genos was there—his metallic body glowing with orange incinerator cannons, blasting away at the swarm.
Mosquito Girl perched on a ruined building, her legs crossed, watching him with a mocking grin. She was stunning, in a twisted, monstrous way, her wings humming with power.
Yoshino leaned against a crumbling wall, fading into the shadows. He watched Genos fight valiantly—lasers scorching the sky, his arms transforming between different weapon modes. But Mosquito Girl was toying with him, releasing new waves of mosquitoes whenever he gained ground.
The right moment would come. When Genos was overwhelmed, drained, about to fall.
The battle raged on. Genos pushed himself to the limit, his incinerator cannons blazing. Mosquito Girl matched him blow for blow, her incredible speed and energy projection keeping up with the cyborg's arsenal.
Then it happened—the climactic exchange.
Genos grabbed one of Mosquito Girl's legs while she, in turn, wrenched one of his arms from his shoulder.
Mosquito girl realized she couldn't win if things went on like this she Summoned the rest of her mosquitoes and had them drain the blood They had already gathered into her.
The transformation was terrifyingly beautiful. Mosquito Girl's body swelled, turning a deep crimson, her hair shifting to stark white. Massive spikes erupted from her exoskeleton, and her claws elongated into lethal talons. The blood sac on her rear pulsed with overwhelming energy.
Genos barely had time to process the change. She vanished.
His sensors screamed a warning too late.
*CRACK—*
Genos's remaining arm was torn from its socket before he could react. His optical sensors couldn't even track her movement—she was nothing but red blur and afterimages.
*SHRED—*
His legs were stripped from his torso like paper. He fell, his cybernetic body barely functioning. The shockwaves from her strikes leveled nearby buildings.
Genos twitched on the ground, sparks showering from his severed body. His optical sensors flickered wildly—unable to lock onto her. She moved faster than his processing speed could register. Each strike she delivered sent shockwaves that shattered glass for blocks.
Mosquito Girl loomed over him, her massive blood sac pulsing crimson. She could crush him into scrap metal with a single stomp.
Yoshino lunged from the shadows. His fist crackled with cursed energy—black lightning arcing through the air.
*BLACK FLASH.*
The impact connected dead center with Mosquito Girl's reinforced thorax. The sound was thunderous—like a meteor striking the earth. The shockwave sent dust and debris flying in every direction.
Mosquito Girl's hypersonic speed faltered. Her eyes widened.
Yoshino's body thrummed with cursed energy, his movements becoming a blur that even Mosquito Girl's enhanced senses couldn't fully track. Black Flash after Black Flash crackled against her reinforced exoskeleton, each strike carefully angled—not to destroy her, but to redirect her momentum.
*CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—*
The impacts piled up, sending her careening backward.
Finally, with one last, precisely targeted Black Flash, Yoshino propelled Mosquito Girl directly into the side of a massive building. The impact shattered concrete and sent cracks spiderwebbing along the structure. But as planned, her crimson blood sac exploded on contact, spreading thick, viscous liquid everywhere.
Genos lay amidst the rubble, his damaged cybernetic body sparking and smoking. His optical sensors locked onto Yoshino with a look of pure astonishment. The usually stoic cyborg actually managed a facial expression—his metal features contorting in a rare display of emotion. "You..."
"Will you... be my master?"
The question hung in the air, the words vibrating through the silence of the battlefield. Genos's voice had no confidence behind it—only a desperate, uncharacteristic vulnerability. The cyborg's optics flickered between Yoshino's calm expression and the scattered black smoke still rising from the wreckage.
"Sure, but get fixed up first." He said, smirking, disappearing into the shadows going back to his apartment.
Genos watched Yoshino disappear into the shadows, his optics processing the exchange slowly. A small smile crept across his usually stoic face before he vanished, leaving only a trail of mechanical parts and smoke behind. He was off to get repaired, his newfound master's order ringing in his ears.