"Leave it." Sanzo was so used to this by now he didn't have to see what the birds had beelined for to know that it was probably something they shouldn't be messing with. Catching sight of Saitama confirmed this. He squinted at the hero, incredulous. The birds were ignoring him, proud of their bright prize.

"What are you?" he asked with equal parts disdain and disbelief in his voice.