A Humble Hero's Walk

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Winterfell

It was a small council where the Leech Lord, Roose Bolton was trying to deal with the oncoming arrival of Stannis Baratheon. Tons of suggestions being thrown out there, even waiting out the siege to let Stannis's armies die in the cold. Roose Bolton has taken part in the massacre, killing Robb Stark and his bannermen at the Red Wedding.

However, one sadistic man, the Bastard of Bolton, Ramsay simply decided this.

"We can't let Stannis decide what type of fight this will be."

"A good commander never leaves his defensive post, the snow's so deep, an army couldn't be fielded."

"No need for an army, I just need twenty good men."

He prepared himself, mainly taking medium armor armed with flames and axes. Roose Bolton still felt his son's plan was fooldhardy. However, the Bastard of Bolton would be in the rudest surprise for his life once reaching the camp.

In a way, House Bolton's new motto would be 'Our Blades Are Broken'.

Stannis Baratheon's Camp

A generic man in a simple yellow outfit was standing guard, but he was clearly bored. He did not know how he got here to this place...what was it called? The North? He simply went along with this stern-faced guy named Stannis, wanting to free Winterfell from Bolton, yadda yadda. The man wondered if there was any supermarkets close by.

In a tent, there were two people. A stern-faced man by the name of Stannis Baratheon and his brown-bearded hand, Davos Seaworth. They were talking about this yellow-suited character and believe he needs to contribute.

"Your Grace, have you seen this man's prowess?"

"Davos, I still don't believe it. Even Meliasandre was caught-off guard by his strength. He just punched several boulders with little... effort. They were like sticks to him."

"Saitama was his name, right?"

"Lord Davos, this man may turn the tide of this war into my favor. If he's more willing... that is."

Saitama was standing guard in the cold, not being affected by it. However, he saw a group of twenty men armed.

"Well, it's something to do at least. Maybe those guys know where the supermarket is."

RAMSAY

Ramsay was now in the enemy camp, but highly armed. He would find a tent, then light it on fire and cause tons of confusion and chaos under the guise of night. That was the plan for the Bastard of Bolton. He then heard a tap on his shoulder, he quickly turned around and saw this

"Who the hell are you?!" said Ramsay, responding to an average man in a yellow outfit with a red cape.

"I'm just an average hero. Oh and you're being a jerk, you know? Those guys are trying to sleep."

"Got quite the mouth on you, don't you know who I am?"

"A slightly chubby nutjob?"

Ramsay then seethed in anger, being called a bastard really angered him. However, being called this word, though he didn't know what it meant, it really set him off. Plus he wasn't even chubby. He then signaled for all his men to attack him, but they never came.

"Oh. Those were your guys? So that's why started attacking me."

Ramsay stared in shock, all of his twenty men, knocked out into oblivion. The bastard raised a sword and slashed at Saitama's jawline, but in a split-second, the sword was cleaved in half. The upper half fell to the ground like rain, it barely fazed the man, but Ramsay tried stabbing him in the chest with his knifes, but they were instantly bent or broken once hitting the surface.

"WHAT ARE YOU?!" screamed Ramsay.

"I just told you, an average hero." said the yellow-suited man. Bolton then tried punching him, but the yellow-suited man simply dodged and poked him which stumbled him quite a bit.

"You are really weak, you know that?"

"WEAK? ME? WEAK?! Oh, I'll show you why I'm feared..." said Ramsay who simply pulled out peeling knives and tried stabbing him, but they once broke again.

"Wh-Wh-What are you?! How are you this powerful?!" said a now-fearful Ramsay.

"There's a simple explanation. 100 PUSH-UPS! 100 SIT-UPS! 100 SQUATS! A TEN-KM RUN. EACH. DAY!" said Saitama with a serious face.

The Bastard of Bolton has met his end...somewhat.

He would get flicked by Saitama. He would be sent flying 2000 miles east, landing in the cold waters.

ROOSE

The Leech Lord hasn't heard anything back from his son, in fact, it was dawn already. He wasn't concerned for his son, but he was the closest to an heir he had at the moment. However, there was his plump wife, Walda Frey who was currently pregnant with his child. It would potentially work out for him, but still...

"My Lord, I just found Ramsay's twenty good men. They all came back, albeit broken bones..."

This caught Roose's attention, but he would listen right here and now.

"Who did this?"

"One of them are saying a bald man in yellow knocked them into unconsciousness with little effort."

This attracted Roose's attention, but he would become more cautious. He would send for his two commanders, Hosteen Frey and Aenys Frey to head this person off. All in all, the North would bow to him. In addition, Ramsay has married Sansa Stark of House Stark which helped his legitimacy. However, there is Walda Frey.

"Don't alarm everyone just yet, we need more information, that is all."

"Right away, my Lord."

Roose simply sat in a thinking position, what to do about this outsider?

STANNIS

"So, the Bastard of Bolton thought he could ambush me? You managed to strike down the bastard with little effort?" said Stannis while in his tent, asking Saitama what exactly transpired.

"Yea. Twenty guys with this slightly chubby nutjob tried burning you guys down, but it was something to do at least. So, his name was Ramsay Bolton. A sadistic nutjob you told me about. What a creep, I'm surprised no one managed to stop him or put him in jail." said Saitama.

"It's because of his father, Roose Bolton who has no heirs. But he's not a honorable man, he's a cunning lord, always playing with peoples' lives like they're a game." said Lord Davos in response.

"I don't know where I landed, but it seems this place... Wester-os... Westeros needs a hero. Plus where all the honorable knights?"

"In the past, there were honorable knights. However, knights are simply soldiers and killers. Elevated to that because of status and connections with higher lords."

"I see, there are no heroes here at all. I will help you out for the time being, but I have noticed that this House Bolton is not so well-loved along with the ally, House Frey."

"There is a lot of corruption within Westeros, I plan on purging it."

"I highly doubt that red woman is planning on helping you. Sacrificing people? Visions? I get it, you are frustrated. The corruption needs to be purged, but you need to make sure you don't get corrupted yourself." said Saitama.

"Speak plainly." said Lord Davos.

"What I'm saying is, I think that red woman is just using you for her own ends. I am a hero, willing to help the innocent and beaten. Not a servant for a deadly god." said Saitama.

Stannis and Davos considered the words of this outsider, one was incensed. However, he has some respect for Saitama. He did not sugar-coat the truth of what he was. A hero. Stannis simply thought he was crazy, but discussions would end for now.

The march to Winterfell would begin.

ROOSE

He gathered his two Frey commanders, Aenys and Hosteen Frey. Aenys Frey was a weak-chinned man with a tail-like beard, tall and round-shouldered. He is noted to be cruel and clever, but regarded as a commander despite his combat skills.

Hosteen Frey was the opposite, big like a bull and having a thick jaw-line. A big and fierce fighter, but not that brightest one around.

"Lord Bolton, I believe Stannis will march here on dawn. I say we march forward to meet them."

"Go right ahead, take your forces with you."

Roose simply had all Frey forces armor for the cold. He had a bit of a thought: was this outsider truly that powerful? No matter, he couldn't match an army, especially an strong idiot like Hosteen.

He would wait them out, simply as that.

The March

"My expertise with land battles are limited, Your Grace. But I feel this Saitama can do it."

"Yea, an army of those guys are easy to beat. However, what you told me about them... they are real assholes. This might be the only time I'll take out humans."

"What do you fight?"

"Monsters. Monsters like the giants you mentioned, but much bigger. In addition, I think I fought a dragon and ice-cold demons when I lost my way here."

Stannis had to wonder what type of world Saitama truly came from, but he had to focus on the battle.

END

Author's Note: Yup, I decided to put in Saitama.

In addition, I am thinking of putting Saitama against a lot of people during his journey through Westeros, both human or otherwise.