Saitama stood amidst the debris, his usual yellow jumpsuit replaced by a small green dress. [@ch_1]"This is not ideal,"[/@ch_1_d] he mused, tugging at the hem. Nearby, Tatsumaki, now awkwardly draped in Saitama's baggy attire, hovered above the ground, her expression caught between confusion and annoyance. "How did this happen?" she exclaimed, her telekinetic powers flickering unpredictably.

Saitama scratched his head, "I guess that villain's power... it must have swapped our clothes somehow." Tatsumaki floated closer, her eyes narrowing. "Well, this is inconvenient. I can't focus properly in these oversized clothes." Saitama chuckled, "At least it's not permanent. We just need to find him and fix this."

Tatsumaki struggled to maintain her usual grace, the weight of Saitama's clothes hindering her movements. "How do you fight in this?" she asked, frustration evident in her voice. Saitama shrugged, "I just... do. It's not about the clothes, it's about the mindset." Tatsumaki glanced at him, her expression softening. "I see. Maybe there's more to your simplicity than meets the eye."

Tatsumaki, despite her awkward attire, focused her energy, a green aura surrounding her. "I'll distract him. You go for the knockout," she commanded. Saitama nodded, his resolve firm despite the dress. "Got it. Just keep him busy."

With a single punch, Saitama overwhelmed the villain, the force dispelling the dark magic and restoring their outfits to their rightful owners. Tatsumaki landed gracefully, adjusting her familiar dress. "Well, that was enlightening," she admitted, a rare smile on her lips. Saitama shrugged, back in his jumpsuit. "See? Clothes don't make the hero."

Tatsumaki glanced at Saitama, "Next time, let's avoid any swaps, okay?" Saitama laughed, "Agreed. But it was fun while it lasted." Together, they turned towards the setting sun, ready for whatever challenges awaited them next in City Z.