I own nothing.

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The great battle was over, Saitama stood victorious and what was left of Boros' broken and beaten body lay atop his burning spaceship as they crashed down onto the ruins of city A. In one of Saitama's few moments of seriousness the hero stood with his back to Boros as he looked out to the horizon going over all that earth had lost today. Boros was not dead yet though, he was however, stubbornly clinging to the last moments of his life in a desperate hope to learn what keeps the bald hero going.

"Why-*cough* why, no how can you still stand there. To continue fighting though you have no challenge ever. How? Tell me, what is your secret." Asked Boros, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Oh, you're still alive! I thought for sure that this time you had kicked it. But to answer your question is that I don't fight the same way you do. And I'm not even going to make this up like I do for genos, but you fight your own fights to see how strong you are. Instead I fight the fights of those around me, even if they hate me for it, so that they don't have to." Replied Saitama sweating bullets as he made up an answer on the fly. 'crap there's no way he'll take that as an answer!'

"I see, well you are a greater man than I. It was an honor to do battle with you. Should we meet again in the life hereafter I would love to fight you once again." 'holy, he actually bought it!' thought Saitama.

"Of course." Was all Saitama could say before Boros went into a coughing fit before simply dissolving away into nothingness.

"Freaky, oh well, I gotta get outta here."

While Saitama busied himself by escaping from the ruined spaceship Boros' consciousness slipped into a swirling black void-like tunnel that seemed to have him floating through the middle, not that he could tell very well where the middle actually was but he had a hunch. As the space pirate traveled onward he noticed that he was slowly growing back to 100 percent again and then even going so far as to surpass his previous potential. That was before he was covered in a solid black armor as dark as the void around him save for the white cloth on the pants in an almost exact replica of his old armor. Like his old armor the new set seemed to be holding back his strength but the new stuff was doing a much better job of it, making him feel almost normal, almost. Boros may have to actually try to stand out now, wherever he's going that is, that was when he started to worry about getting stuck somewhere without a spaceport. He'd have to wait for a pirate raid to be able to leave, if one comes at all!

All thoughts on the matter stopped when the void started to open up to a light as Boros knew that contemplating such things further would do him no good. As the exit grew closer and closer Boros readied himself until he finally passed through the lights threshold and ultimately found himself lying on his back in what appeared to be red grass amidst a purple forest. As Boros sat up and inspected his surroundings he caught the sent of blood and smoke on the wind and heard a distant cry or scream in the air. Intent on leaving the situation alone as he found that it did not bother him he started to get to his feet when Saitama's last words rang through his mind as if to call him to something greater than himself.

'I don't fight like you do, I fight the fights of those around me. Go on Boros, those people need your help, and doing that will be infinitely harder than going out to find a new opponent.'

Now on his feet Boros turned his sole eye in the direction of the sounds of battle and after a moment to finalize his decision the former space pirate fazed out of sight as he ran at blinding speeds towards the devastation of the small village near the outskirts of Vale.

Upon arriving at the burning city Boros found about 100 black creatures trying to force their way in through a small hole in a wall at the same time. The second Boros stepped out of the woods they turned and attacked Boros so he got the tedious liberty of eliminating them all. After the black creatures were gone Boros made his way into the city only to find more of the monsters here and there so he set about eliminating them all. Surprisingly Boros only found a few dead bodies, not nearly enough to number the townspeople meaning that the majority must have sought shelter while these ones stayed to fight. A shelter that Boros would likely find the remaining monsters at.

After following the monsters on a trail to a large building near the center of town Boros found three fighters fending off the remainder of the black things from one side of the building. The three were doing rather well however they were tiring fast and the young girl was bound to slip up at any moment at the rate she is going, like the old man just did leaving his back open. Before the old man could get eviscerated by the creature in front of his comrades Boros jumped down from the roof landing on and crushing the dog like creatures head. With his arms out to his sides and standing in the vanishing remains of the black creature Boros looked out to the now stilled small army of monsters.

"Who's next?"

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I don't know what that guy-person-thing was doing here, but he (at least I think it's a he, sounds like one at least) saved gramps so for that I am grateful. But damn if he isn't a badass, just drops in crushing a beowolf than proceeds to tear apart at least 150 assorted Grimm of all ages with his bare hands and doesn't even look like he broke a sweat. Gramps invited him over for dinner and now we're sitting across from each other waiting on Gramps to bring the lasagna.

"Soooooo~ where you from? Gotta be somewhere pretty distant ya know. Never seen someone looking the way you do before." I asked.

He smiled with this creepy smile that had all these sharp teeth that was kinda intimidating I have to admit. "Let's start with something a little bit easier like names, my name is Boros. I haven't quite caught your name yet but I did hear the old man calling you something along the lines of toothpick?"

"IT'S THORNPRICK YOU JERKWAD!" I shouted while getting flushed and embarrassed. "*aghem* Its thornprick and my name is actually Jessica, Jessica Warrens." This was when Gramps came in with the food.

"You two seem to be getting along nicely, ah I remember when I was young and first meeting your grandmother. Oh the fighting and arguing we did back then."

"WHAT THE HE'LL GRAMPS! It's not like that! Boros tell him it's not anything like that!"

"Why? Do you deem me unworthy for courtship?"

At this point I was so flushed I was about ready to pass out and my face damn near blended into my pajama top. "WHY THE HE'LL WOULD YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT! There's no way I'm letting you court me I'm only 17, what are you, in you're 30s, 40s?"

"You are a very loud woman, besides I am only in my 15th year. I ought to be due to turn 16 in another 17 sun cycles."

Yep that does it for the blushing, now I'm blanched and white as a Schnee. He's only 15! What the hell! And what's this about turning 16 by the end of the month. Shit, I just sat back down as Gramps put some lasagna on my plate slowly nodding his head as if he didn't even care. For a while after that they ate in silence as I stared at my food trying to determine if Gramps was trying to comfort me by nodding or if he was agreeing with Boros.

"What are you going to do now?" I finally gathered the courage to ask.

"A great man taught me to fight for those around me rather than to simply seek the next great battle in my life so I guess I'll go around doing the same thing I did here. Just generally help people."

"Well two things before you go off on that. Just so you know I plan on doing something pretty similar sometime around the next few months and it would be … nice, if you came along. The other thing is that you will need to build yourself a weapon while you're here, there's a fully stocked forge on the east side of town. Oh and one last thing, while we accept how you look I'm not sure everyone will, heck I'm pretty sure not even all of the villagers are along with letting you stay so get something to cover up."

"Very well."

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Boros knew what Jessica was playing at, he was a noble and then a space pirate overlord after all. He just didn't mind, Boros could tell that, despite their verialeran styled weaponry, we're not capable of space travel. That left him to live out his time here, it wouldn't be too bad, he'd make the weapons as suggested. To start with he'll craft a traditional raiding sword from his homeland, few people ever used the slabs of metal (dragonslayer from berserk) as they were just as difficult to craft correctly as they were to wield. That and a pair of verialeran plasma casters that would require the last month for refining and compressing dust into plasma cells. Boros already knew two useful mixes he could make and would probably make more.

Looks like fate is taking him with this Jessica girl. We'll see what happens, not like there's any real threat to Boros' safety right.

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