Author Note:
It's my first time writing, so yes. If you say this looks amateur-ish, you're 100% right. I willingly accept any criticisms, suggestions, etc as they will help me improve my story. Criticisms are fine, harsh ones are okay too. But pure hate with no real reason (or logical ones) can, and most likely will, be either be ignored or sarcastically responded with. Or, you know, some people will do it for me. I'm talking about you, Halofan2112. A popular flaming target, and for good reason, that guy. (Yes, he's famous, heard of him even before I decided to open my own account.)
And I don't own One Punch Man or their characters, which belong to both ONE and Yusuke Murata, blah blah blah. It's FAN + FICTION. Clue's in the name.
In case people were too lazy to either:
A) Read the title
B) Read the summary
This fanfiction is if Saitama wasn't a hero, but instead, got a job as an office clerk. Oh, and he still has his hair.
Chapter 1: The Strongest Office Clerk
It was a quiet day at the office. Today was a slow day, mostly because it was a Friday. In one cubicle was an ordinary person who looked as if you could skim over him without even noticing his presence. He had thick, spiky black hair, sharp brown eyes, and looked like your everyday salesman or clerk. Well, he actually was an office clerk, considering he worked here. And currently, he was having problems with his printer.
"Argh... this damn printer..." He sighed, defeated at the hands of a mere printer.
"Hmm? Saitama? Is your printer acting up again?" Another worker, also friend of Saitama's asked him. He had amber hair and green eyes.
"Oh, Hito... Yeah, every time I'm about to finish my report the printer does this, every single time." Saitama said in resignation. "It's happened so many times I've given up on caring about it any more."
"Huh... you can use my printer, if you want. I just finished handing in the sales reports." Hito said. "Also, we've been office buddies for two years now! Just call me by my first name!"
"Sure, but I'm used to just calling everyone by their last name... Helps me whenever I need to speak to clients formally. I've never been able to do it well, really." Saitama said.
"Keep this up, and you'll probably forget everyone's first name! You didn't forget mine, right, Saitama?" Hito asked.
"No... It's just easier for me to stick with this instead of needing to change between formal and informal every time." Saitama said.
Hito snickered. "Well, It's Soba, in case you did forget. Well, if you need me, I'll be at the water cooler!" Soba said jokingly, walking off. And when he was out of sight, Saitama sighed heavily, in relief.
"Crap, I actually forgot his name... Good thing he told me again. Better write that down, just in case. Forgetting someone's first name is way more embarrassing than being informal to clients." Saitama said, taking out a sticky note, and writing down Soba's name, along with a crude drawing of his face. Crude, but it was good enough to be recognized as Soba.
"Well then, better head to his printer to print out our materials reports... Why're we always running out of aluminium, anyway? Every time, the first thing to run out would be the aluminium... better ask boss to restock our aluminium supply..." Saitama said, sending the reports straight to Soba's computer, and then headed straight for Soba's cubicle.
{Soba's Cubicle...}
" Is this even okay?" Saitama thought, in response to Soba's workplace. Well, his desk and his entire cubicle was clean and tidy, but...
"Do people even- why do people even do this?" Saitama said, picking up a magazine of *cough* acquired tastes *cough*, which Saitama was pretty sure the company doesn't allow whatsoever. And the only reason Saitama noticed them was because Soba's desk drawer was open and the magazine he was holding was only the first one on the stack of other... tastes.
"I think I'll just put this back where it belongs." Saitama said, putting the magazine back in the drawer, and closing it. After accessing Soba's computer and receiving the file he sent earlier, Saitama proceeded to print out the reports.
[After 5 minutes...]
Saitama finished printing his reports, and placed them in a file binder, and headed to the boss's office.
Saitama knocked on the door, and after a brief moment, a soft 'come in' was heard from the other side of the door. Saitama opened the door, and his boss was sitting at his desk, in the middle of his office.
The boss was... unexpectedly cute. His face lacked any masculine features, instead more feminine, or rather, he was just like a young boy. His hair was gold-blonde, and his eyes were blue. Not to mention he was just 160 cm tall.
"Ah, Saitama! I believe those are our materials reports?" He said, in a cutely soft voice. He really was like a young boy. Despite that, he was older than Saitama by a year, at 26 years old.
"Yes, boss. And as usual, we're running out of aluminium." Saitama said, handing the reports to the boss.
"Saitama... just call me by my first name! We've known each other ever since our internship, this sudden seniority is slightly uncomfortable, really!" the boss said, raising his hands halfway.
"Sure... Awada." Saitama said, his eyes darted to the gold name-plate with Awada's name on it. "I really need to keep a name-book for everyone I know... seriously." Saitama internally sighed at his inability to remember names.
"That's much better!" He said, so innocently cute it seemed as if there were flowers and rabbits appearing behind him. He was always this bubbly and energetic.
"If that's all, I'll be going now." Saitama said, walking out of the office.
"Please, take a break at the lounge!" Awada said, waving at Saitama. He really was just as bubbly as his name.
"I think I'll go look for Hito... what was his first name again... Soma, no, Soka? Nah.. can't be... Sora?" Saitama said, forgetting Soba's name within just around 10 minutes of being told.
{At the water-cooler...}
"Oh, Saitama!" Soba said, noticing Saitama walking towards the cooler.
"Hey, Soba." Saitama said. Before going to the water cooler, Saitama went back to his cubicle to write another sticky note with Awada's name and another crude drawing of his face, and while doing so took another look at Soba's name, remembering it again, since he was going to the water cooler anyway.
"So, you done with the reports?" Soba asked.
"Yep. Today's pretty slow, so work was easier compared to the other days." Saitama responded. "Also, your drawer was open..."
"WH- what?" Soba said, nearly yelling but managed to control himself in time. "Y-you didn't see anything, okay?" Soba said, trembling in fear, taking out a 10,000 yen note.
"Dude. Lock it next time. I don't really care but I can't say the same with other people." Saitama said, grabbing a water cup and filling it with water. "Also, yes. I closed your desk drawer for you." Saitama said, also taking the 10,000 yen note. He was never one to say 'no' to money.
"Phew! Man, you're a lifesaver! As thanks for that, I'll treat you to some Udon for dinner!" Soba said, relieved, as if he was just saved from a building fire.
"Cool. Anyway, I'm just here for some water. I'm going to the lounge for a sandwich after this." Saitama said, drinking the last of his water, and headed for the lounge. In the meantime, Soba went back to his cubicle and locked his desk drawer, just in case.
{The lounge...}
The lounge was well decorated and there were many add-ons, like a refrigerator, juicer, a STOVE, it was like a house. Well, then again, mostly because the lounge area is an entire floor, with a small room in the middle for children, in case some workers needed to bring their children along. In fact, there were quite a few children in there. And there was only ONE lounge area in the whole building, which was why it took up an entire floor. It was also exactly in the middle of the building.
Extravagant? Maybe. Useful? Very. This fact was what made a lot of employees who were also parents love the place. Well, along with a lot of other great benefits, such as flexible working hours, good pay, almost negligible requirements, free training, a low-cost healthcare plan and all-in-all a great working environment. All of that was what attracted Saitama to work here. But mainly it was due to the 'no job experience required'.
"Seriously. What's the deal with needing job experience for starter jobs? I mean, 5 years of job experience before 21? That's possible, but no. There aren't a lot of jobs that let you work at that age, and neither do a lot of schools let you work at all." Saitama thought.
Still, it was great that they don't ask for a lot of requirements, or else he wouldn't be able to find a job at all. Everything else either paid peanuts or needed stupid requirements. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if they ask for '10 years job experience before 18' anytime soon. But thankfully, this company didn't ask for anything stupid. Hell, they're one of- if not the best companies to work at, if you didn't have any job experience, or any experience for that matter.
"Oh, it's Saitama!" Another voice sounded from Saitama's back, and when he turned around, it was another friend of his. She had twin-tails, brown hair, and hazel eyes.
"Ah, Buki. Here for some juice?" Saitama asked.
"How'd you know?" She asked, surprised.
"Every time you're here, the only thing I've ever seen you do is drink the complimentary juice." Saitama said, grabbing a sandwich wrapped in plastic from the basket on the counter.
"Oh, really? I never noticed that..." She said blankly, thinking back. "Yeah, you're right. I've practically never done anything else but drink juice at the lounge..."
"Well, is your group project coming along?" Saitama asked, unwrapping the sandwich and taking a bite. "Ugh, it's seaweed and mayonnaise. Who even comes up with these sandwiches?" Saitama complained. There were strange fillings to the sandwiches sometimes.
"The group project is coming along well!" She said happily, but then became dejected. "But I always pull the group down..."
"Clumsy as usual?" Saitama asked, which only made her more depressed.
"Yes... everyone always says it's okay, but every single time a mistake happens, it's because of me!" Buki said, pouting.
"Well, it should be okay. I mean, everyone's fine with it, aren't they?" Saitama said, trying to console her. But it wasn't very convincing, with a mouthful of seaweed and mayo sandwich.
"No, being the main source of the problem isn't fine!" She said, hitting Saitama on the head. Almost immediately after, she winced and recoiled in pain. "Owwwww! Saitama! Why is your head so hard!?" She said, rubbing her hand. There was a black-blue spot on her hand where it collided with Saitama's head.
"That's because you hit so hard. If you didn't hit so hard, you'd probably feel less pain. Anyway, I'm getting back to work." Saitama said, throwing away the plastic wrapper, before heading back to his work-floor. While Saitama was doing that, Buki took a bottle of cold water and placed it beside her hand to dull the pain.
"Ow... Is he made of steel?" She said to herself.
{Saitama's Cubicle...}
Saitama's cubicle was just your everyday cubicle, computer, printer, and a slot for assignments and completed ones. Well, the only thing was different was that on his desk, was a massive pile of fliers, all about sales. His rubbish bin was chocked full of fliers of sales which were over, and at the end of every day, there would be at least one flier in the bin, and sometimes, it would be entirely filled with it, much to the dismay of the janitor.
"Well then, that was the last of the remaining assignments. Hmm, maybe I should've gotten another sandwich..." Saitama said, but when he remembered the seaweed and mayo combination...
"...I think I'll pass."
"Pass on what?" Soba said, appearing from behind Saitama's cubicle.
"Huh? No, I was just thinking about what to do after work." Saitama responded.
"Well, how about go for some Udon? I'm serious about paying you for helping me out earlier." Soba said.
"I dunno... Let me check if there's a sale today..." Saitama said, checking through his stack of fliers.
"You and your sales... I wouldn't be surprised if you end up saving more than a million yen from your savings through those sales anytime soon..." Soba joked.
"Huh, there is one today. 15% off on fish." Saitama said, holding up a flier.
"The Udon place I'm at has a 'Buy 2 Free 1' promotion." Soba said, and that instantly got Saitama's attention.
"I suppose the sale can wait until tomorrow..." Saitama said, looking at the date of the sale, which lasted until tomorrow, at 3 p.m.
"Great! I've also invited Yona, so you're getting the free bowl!" Soba said, happy that Saitama was coming.
"Yona? Who's that?" Saitama asked, to which Soba tsukkomi-ed.
"Yona! The clumsy one!" He said, shocked that Saitama didn't recognize her.
"The clumsy one... you mean Buki?" Saitama asked.
"Yes! Buki! Buki Yona! Jeez, you've actually forgotten her real name!" Soba said, face-palming. "Seriously, lighten up a little! No need to constantly address others with their surname! You are actually forgetting people's real name from using their surnames too much!"
"Alright, alright. Still, where's the place?" Saitama asked.
"Oh, it's near City J, right beside the commuting station, so it's pretty close by." Soba responded.
"Okay then. Let's go there after work." Saitama said.
"Great! Oh, by the way-" Soba wanted to say something, but then was interrupted by an explosion, which shook the whole building.
"W-what was that!?" A cute voice sounded from behind both Soba and Saitama, and as they turned around, it was their adorable boss, Awada.
"Boss? What're you doing here?" Soba asked.
"I was looking for Saitama earlier, I wanted to talk to him about a group project that was coming up- but never mind that, what happened earlier?" Awada asked.
"I don't know... there was a loud noise and the whole building shook!" Soba replied.
"Ah, there's the source of the explosion." Saitama pointed out the window, since they were right beside the window panes, and could see right outside. And on the outside, was a massive mushroom cloud in the distance.
"W-what the... get down!" Soba said, realizing the shock-wave hadn't let up yet, and pushed both Saitama and Awada to the ground. A good choice, considering soon the building was hit with another shock-wave, and the windows cracked and broke into pieces. Had Soba not saved the both of them, they would probably have been pelted with sharp glass pieces.
"I-it's an attack! Everybody evacuate!" Awada yelled out, and mass panic ensued.
"Everyone! Please exit the building in a formerly order! This is not a drill! Please evacuate as soon as possible!" The security guards were at each exits, controlling the situation and keeping order to stop and prevent panic.
"W-what's happening!?" Soba said, looking out the windows, and saw that almost everything else had been razed to the ground, with other buildings destroyed, and only the biggest and tallest of the buildings survived. The one they were in being one of them.
"There's an explosion, obviously! We need to evacuate! Let's go!" Awada said, pulling both Saitama and Soba to the exits.
[10 minutes later...]
"Where is this again?" Saitama asked, looking around. They were in a large area with a really high ceiling, and it was packed with a lot of people.
"This is the building's bunker, we're underground. Really, Saitama. Did you even read the employee instruction manual at all?" Awada reprimanded. Well, from the tone of his voice, it sounded more like a question.
"Halfway, actually. I lost the book afterwards. I still can't find it." Saitama answered truthfully.
Awada sighed. "Remind me to get you a new one next time..."
"Still, what was that?" Soba asked. "It doesn't seem like a terrorist attack, I mean... what terrorist organization would have enough firepower to rival a nuke?"
"Who knows... hopefully it isn't a mysterious being..." Awada replied.
"Dammit, why does this have to happen today, of all days?" Soba complained. "This sucks, doesn't it, Saitama?" Soba said, turning to look at Saitama, but he was gone.
"Eh? Where's Saitama..." Soba asked.
"Hmm, he's probably looking for the toilet." Awada suggested. "Well, I'm going to go get some water. Wanna come with, Soba?" Awada asked.
"Sure, why not. I mean, I don't think he'd do something as foolish as go out in the open, when the safety of the bunker is right here." Soba said to himself, and followed Awada to get a drink.
[On the outside...]
Contrary to their expectations, Saitama was indeed outside of the building. The guards tried to stop him, but when he said he wanted to go to the toilet, they simply let him through.
"If they can be tricked that easily, I don't think they're very fit for the job..." Saitama said, looking back. As he stepped outside, there was nothing but utter annihilation of the surroundings.
"That's a lot of damage..." Saitama looked around, commenting on the sheer scale of the destruction. He then looked back at the building, which was standing strong. Despite that, all the windows were gone, and some of the building's concrete was also blown off.
"The repairs are gonna cost a lot..." Saitama said, scratching his head. "Seriously. What sort of irresponsible jerk would do this?" Saitama asked rhetorically.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of crying nearby.
"Papa! Mama!" It was the voice of a little girl who was crying.
"Better check that out..." Saitama said, heading to the source of the voice. When he got closer, he saw a little girl crying, exactly what he heard...
...And a massive purple humanoid-thing was walking towards the little girl. It extended it's arm, which then grew to an enormous size, it's hand already enveloping the entirety of the girl, and it grasped it's hands to crush the girl into a bloody pulp-
At least, that was what was expected.
As he opened his hand, there wasn't anything in it, lacking the bloody viscera which the monster had expected. It looked around, and found the girl.
She was caught in time by someone wearing a suit, whom laid her on the ground safely.
The monster's hand went back to it's original size, and it asked, "And who are you?" It asked, pure malice and venom in it's voice. Saitama got up, and responded a generic:
"I'm just your everyday office clerk."
The monster, aggravated by this, assumed that he was mocking it.
"...An office clerk, you say?" It asked.
"Yes, why do you-" Saitama didn't even manage to finish the sentence, before the monster waved it's arm, destroying the whole area where Saitama and the girl was on.
"That's rude. What's with attacking people and everything?" Saitama asked, the little girl carried in his arms in a princess-carry. "Not to mention attacking a little girl. Don't you know that you'll get arrested for pedophilia?" Saitama said, laying her down again. Somehow, she had lost her consciousness.
"Hmph. What do you know? I was formed due to the pollution that you humans caused upon the Earth! I am Vaccine Man!" It introduced itself.
"The Earth is a single, living organism, and you humans constantly pollute it with toxic wastes and rubbish! In retaliation, the Earth has given birth... to ME!" It said, it's body growing larger and larger by the second.
"Constantly causing death and destruction to wildlife at a massive rate... you humans do this for nothing but your own gain! For development? DEVELOPMENT!? What an inane reason to cause such suffering to every other living organism other than yourselves! Yet, what else could be expected from humans-" It got into its own monologue, but as it interrupted Saitama earlier-
So did Saitama interrupt his speech, by a chop to it's large neck, knocking it out. "I guess that much was enough, huh..." Saitama said, looking at his hand. The monster whom transformed into an intimidating appearance slowly reverted to it's earlier form. Then, Saitama grabbed it by the antenna, and dragged it along with him.
"You're paying for the damages, no matter who you are."
{Inside the building's bunker...}
"Oh, Saitama! There you are!" Awada said, his eye caught onto Saitama's figure.
"Hey, Awada. Were you looking for me earlier?" Saitama asked.
"Yeah, Actually, the both of us were. We got some water for you. Where were you earlier anyway?" Soba asked, while handing Saitama a water bottle.
"Oh, I went out to find whoever caused the explosion and I beat them up." Saitama said nonchalantly.
"Haha, good joke, Saitama! No really, you went to the toilet or something earlier, right?" Soba asked again, not believing a word Saitama said.
"Whatever. So how long do we need to be here?" Saitama asked Awada.
"Oh, until they confirm that there is no more danger. When there isn't any dangerous activity happening for at least 15 minutes, anyway." Awada answered.
"Jeez. Fine then." Saitama sighed.
[15 minutes later...]
"Can we get out now?" Saitama asked, bored. "It's 15 minutes."
"Well, we need to wait until security agrees that it's safe, then yes, we can go home for the day." Awada answered.
"Huh, an unexpected bonus to this annoyance." Saitama nonchalantly said.
"You can say that again, but it makes sense. I mean, after an explosion like that, the whole building isn't exactly a safe workplace anymore! I wouldn't be surprised if the gave us leave because of this, actually." Soba said, eating a piece of cream-bread that was provided with the water.
"I guess. So when are they going to-" Saitama wanted to ask, but it was answered with an announcement.
"Threat is no longer present. Please leave the bunker by following the exits." A pre-recorded line was played over an over again over the loudspeakers, and bit by bit the workers in the bunker slowly left the bunker. Saitama, Soba, and Awada included.
As they exit the building, the devastation to the city was quickly noticed, but the building they worked in was mainly unharmed, aside from needing new windows and a repainting. Everything else... wasn't so lucky.
"Phew... thankfully the main building was still standing strong, or else we'd need to crawl out of debris." Soba said, looking at the state of all the other buildings.
"Yep. Anyway, want to go eat Udon at that place you mentioned earlier, Soba?" Saitama asked.
"Sure. Where's Yona, anyway?" Soba said, looking around for Yona.
"Soba! There you are!" A familiar voice said, and as they turned to the source of the voice, it was their clumsy friend Yona, running towards them... who had literally tripped on nothing, and fell on her head.
"Y-Yona! Are you okay!?" Soba asked, helping her up.
"Ugh... Why am I always so clumsy!?" She said, rubbing her forehead.
"Still, today you're even less clumsy than usual. You only tripped 4 times today. It's an improvement, at least." Saitama said, which lead to Soba and Awada looking at Saitama with expressions which urged him to stop.
"Idiot! That'll just upset her more!" Soba thought in his mind, not wanting to voice it out.
"This is bad... why'd Saitama need to point it out!?" Awada did the same thing.
But contrary to expectations, Yona's facial expression changed into excitement. "Really!? Only four times today?" Yona asked, not believing it.
"Yep. Only four times that I noticed, anyway. That's still an improvement. Usually I'd see you trip at least 12 times on a daily basis." Saitama said nonchalantly, while taking a sip out of a juice-box.
"Yahoo! I'm getting less clumsy!" She said, jumping for joy. Meanwhile, Awada and Soba were watching on the sideline, the both of them thinking the same thing.
"...Is she really happy about that?"
{The Udon Place In City J...}
"The Udon here is really great!" Awada said, slurping his noodles.
When everyone left the building after the attack, Awada was invited by Soba to the Udon restaurant where he treated Saitama and Yona to Udon. Currently, everyone was enjoying a bowl of Udon. Saitama's bowl was the free one, whereas the two bowls were given to Soba and Yona. Awada bought his own bowl.
"I have to say, this is some good Udon." Saitama said, eating the Udon.
"Right? Right? I told you this place is great!" Soba said, eating his own, while Yona was absorbed into eating the Udon she didn't even notice anything else around her.
"So, you four enjoying the noodles?" A middle-aged and slightly obese uncle asked from behind the counter.
"Yep! Your Udon never ceases to impress, eh, Uncle?" Soba responded to the uncle.
"Oh, you're related to him?" Awada asked.
"Yep, this is my uncle. He owns this shop, obviously. I come here to help him from time to time, during the weekends." Soba replied.
"Okay, I'm full. I'll be going first." Saitama said, standing up.
"Have a safe trip, Saitama!" Soba responded.
"Bye, Saitama!" Yona said, a mouthful of Udon in her mouth, which made her sentence barely discernible.
"Saitama, work should be put on hold until the building is refurbished and it's ensured that the workplace is safe, so I'll call you whenever we can go back to work on your phone, okay?" Awada asked.
"Sure. I'll get going, then." Saitama said, leaving the shop.
{Saitama's Apartment...}
"I'm back, phew." Saitama sighed, as he threw his briefcase on the floor, took of his suit and hung it in his wardrobe. His threw his tie on his bed, and sat down on a chair.
But as soon as he sat upon the chair, the doorbell rung.
"What is it this time?" Saitama, slightly annoyed, got up and answered the door.
It was the landlord.
"Saitama, you're finally here, dammit! I've been trying to get to you for over a week now! Where's this month's rent!?" He asked, waving his cane.
"Hey, stop that. " Saitama said, moving the cane away. "Anyway, a week? I never even noticed you. When do you look for me?" Saitama asked.
"Usually at least twice, at 8 in the morning, and 6 in the evening. You're practically never there! But since you've been smart enough to turn off everything whenever you leave, unlike some other idiot tenants, I'm taking 10% off the rent amount, just for you." He said.
"Really? Thanks!" Saitama said, happy at this turn of events. A 10% decrease in rental? That may not seem much, but hey, it's something!
"But still, When are you available? I'm tired of going back to check on you, just to see you're not back yet." The landlord asked. "Whenever you pay me on your own accord it's normal, but whenever I find you myself, I can never even get a glimpse of your shadow."
"Oh, I leave for work at 6 in the morning, and I come back by 8 at night, usually. But on Fridays we work less so I get back by 3 in the afternoon." Saitama answered.
"But you're back now at 1 p.m?" The landlord asked.
"Oh, our workplace at City-A was attacked by some mysterious being, so we get the rest of the day off. Oh, and also until they deem the building safe for work again." Saitama nonchalantly said.
"I see... But still, where's this month's rent?" The landlord asked again.
"How much is it?" Saitama asked, taking out his wallet.
"About 55,000 yen normally. Minus 10%, it's just about 50,000 yen." He answered.
"10...20..30...40... here, 50,000 yen." Saitama said, counting out five 10,000 yen bills and giving them to the landlord.
"Still..." The landlord hesitated.
"Hmm? What is it?" Saitama asked.
"If I'm not mistaken, your job should be quite good. Why not just get a house by loaning money from a bank? Why rent my dirt-cheap apartment, anyway?" The landlord asked questioningly. From what he heard, Saitama worked at a rather renowned place which had good pay and low requirements. Saitama somehow got the job, despite the huge competition to get a job there.
"I'm not complaining, mind you. The other tenants are tenacious in delaying rent, I'll give them that. You're the only one who pays rent in time. Relatively, anyway." The landlord added.
"Oh, I just figured it'd be cheaper." Saitama answered, closing the door.
The landlord looked at the five 10,000 yen bills in his hand, and shook his head.
"Well, whatever he's comfortable with."
{Inside the apartment...}
Saitama washed his hands as he took out a spring onion from the fridge and sliced them thinly. He looked in the fridge and saw that there was still some beef left over.
"I guess it's curry tonight, then." Saitama said to himself, when he caught a glimpse of a packet of curry powder on the table.
As he got to cooking, Saitama's mind wandered around, as it was relatively easy to make the dish. While that, his eyes floated to his wardrobe, and his old hero costume came into view. It was mostly yellow with a pair of red gloves and boots. It also had a large zipper on the front.
"Huh... I remember when that old man gave it to me while I was still on the streets at the time, after I was kicked out by my old landlady." Saitama thought.
"I wonder... what was it that made me want to become a hero back then?"
"Back then, huh... I think it was to find a thrilling fight?"
"I also wanted to make my mark on the world, by defeating all the monsters in sight..."
"Still, I haven't done anything noteworthy while I was still a hero, other than defeating more monsters."
"But nothing has changed since then. There's still monsters running around."
"I got this job, and I have a steady income, now."
"But I still haven't really changed anything, have I..."
Saitama's thought was then interrupted by a 'ding' from his smartphone.
He then checked to see what was it about. It was a few notifications from the social media app, Bookface.
The first notification was Soba making noodles. The noodles were outstretched, and it looked like he was doing some stunts while he was at it.
"Job may have been interrupted, but that means I can make noodles more often! #BestNoodlesInTown"
Scrolling down, it was an image of Yona, enjoying a massive bowl of ice-cream with a couple other friends.
"Largest Ice-Cream in existence, so says the store. Biggest or not, we're finishing this! #RaskinBobbins"
Below that, was a video of Awada teaching algebra. His nickname was 'The Adorable Sensei' online, where he teaches subjects for free.
"...to expand this function, there are some methods to do so. My preferred method would be to..."
Saitama stopped the video, and turned off his phone.
As he reminisced about everything that happened in his life, he said to himself:
"Well... I guess it's not all that bad."
And then, the curry was done.
Chapter 1 is done! Let me know what you readers think. Also, there's more information below:
1) The landlord is another person not from the original manga, being different form the old landlady from the OVA. Saitama got a job, so this time, he can actually pay rent, this time, instead of squatting in a building in the abandoned area.
2) Saitama got the job around 1 year after he started training.
3) Saitama will NOT be as strong as his original bald-counterpart, since he didn't train enough to have his hair fall out. He stopped before that happened. But he still will be strong enough so that there is practically no difference.