Strongest Bosmer- Chapter 1
Many wonder what is the purpose of existence. Why are we to live, only to die in the end. To surpass our own mortality many people in the past and present have bettered themself, to leave a mark on the Earth. Amongst all others in world history, none were like Saitama. The strongest man to exist.
"I hope I make to the Market in time. That sale is too much to pass up. Even if its night." A man with a sreening bald head and casual demeanor walked through the abyss of night. He wore a strange yellow jumpsuit, complete with a cape, red gloves, and red boots. Calmly trudging against the asphalt, Saitama mulled over the shopping note in his hand. Stuffing the note in his pocket, Saitama looked up to see a strange wall in the middle of the street.
"The heck? Why is there a wall.." Squinting his eyes through the darkness as he approached, the bald hero could see a low illuminating blue light coming from it. As he continued the advance, he couldn't help but feel a strange eerie call to him. Ensnared with curiosity, Saitama could not resist going to the mysterious wall.
Wundum Hun Saviik~
Wundum Hun Saviik~~
Wundum Hun Saviik~~~
That was all Saitama could hear. With each of that phase being...Resonated..Shouted from that wall completely enraptured Saitama's usually perpetually bored psychosis. The sound become deafening, the illumination grew tenfold, and Saitama felt a certain pull towards the wall capture him. "What the!?" was all Saitama blurted out as tendrils of pure energy completely caught him. Despite his god level strength, the hero's effort to escape was utterly useless. The energy then complete engulfed Saitama as if he were a salmon and the tendrils violently pulled back into the wall. A few intense moments of silence waned, until the entire wall collapsed into oblivion.
In a far off ally a lone figure seen the entire incident. "I gotta' lay off da whiskey…" exclaimed a hobo, chucking a cheap looking bottle to shatter against the ally way.
Saitama woke from a blissful dream, having been awoken by odd continuous rocking bumps to his "futon". Slowly opening his eyes and yawning, Saitama instantly realized a few seconds later he was bound by some leather and was in a wagon occupied by three other people. Looking around for even an inch, Saitam also noted that strangely garbed soldiers manned the wagon. The air was very cold, but it fazed him little considering his abilities. They were following another wagon, while it seemed the convoy in general were lead by medium armored head honcho with grey hair. He quickly assessed the dragon symbol flag on each wagon. 'What the...Where in Pangea am I' Saitama thought, multiple locations whizzing around his mind. 'These aren't any Cities emblem I recognize. On top of that, this whole place looks like something out of DnD. Where the hell did that wall take me?' That wouldn't be answered at that time when a blond haired, stubbled blue clad man spoke. "Hey you, you're finally awake huh? Trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that damned Imperial ambush." Ralof took in the Bosmer's appearance, noticing his eerily calm and plain face.
"I'm sorry, what are you talking about? Who are these Imperial guys and why are we tied up?" was all Saitama could manage to utter after hearing that bizarre statement. Ralor signed looking down at the creaked wagon floor, looking back up at Saitama after a few seconds. "Must have amnesia or something. Pity that you will not remember any loved ones or yonder home at all." Saitama adapted an exasperated face of amusement 'Riiigghht..This must be some serious LARP convention or something. I better just see where this goes, since I am at my wits end trying to figure out where in Pangea am I..' He could only nod meekly at Ralof, before turning to man in similar rag attire as he was beginning to speak up. "Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you come along. Empire was nice and lazy." The man said putting emphasis on the time the Empire was more lax. "If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've been halfway to Hammerfell!" The diminutive faced man turned to Saitama, eyes full of fear. "You and me Bosmer we shou-" That was when Saitama immediately stopped him. "Wait what? What did you call me" A mini scale stare off ensued between Saitama and Lokir, both equally dazed with confusion. 'I assume that amnesia is very bad..' Lokir cleared his throat. "You know..Wood folk, short people, strange customs even for Tamriel..That amnesia got you good if you forgot you own race." At that moment a Saitama's face of surprise turned to his plainest state possible, his eyes becoming more beady. He then noticed his ears twitch signifying that indeed, his physiology was changed. "Ok." That was a word people use for quick confirmation when relayed a message to. The type of Ok Saitama vocalized was the most plainest ever spoken in Nirn, in all of its existence.
Ralof and Lokir looked at the amnesiac Wood Elf for a solid second, trotting and the occasional bump was only heard. Shaking off his daze Lokir looked to his side. "What's wron~" Saitam ignored the banter between the two occupants and looked ahead, past the Legionnaire manning the wagon. Soon they came upon a stone stockade, Empire banners swaying from it. Archers ontop of the walls spotted the convoy and he distinctly heard a command to open the gates. When they fully opened, Saitama caught the General Caesar looking man turn to consort with dark clad...Yellow skinned people. 'This just keeps getting stranger and stranger.' It seems Ralof seen that too, because he started a tirade detesting the man dubbed as "General Tullius" and a newly discovered 'Thalmor' organisation to Saitama. Then it divulged into Ralof's personal life, which he paid little attention too. Instead Saitama took in the feudalistic architecture and realized how realistic it looked. The hay bound roofs, stone walls, the rustic paved road, and the aroma of farm animals. 'I don't think I'm in Pangea anymore…'
"Who are they Daddy? Where are they going?" Curiously yammered a blonde nine year old boy.
"You need to the get inside house, little cub." A older man said with a stern bellow.
Saitama only heard that bit of the conversation before the wagon trudged onward. After a few minutes passing through the swathes of townsfolk and maneuvering through the guard patrols, the convoy stopped at a corner of wall in an open space. "Why are we stopping" Lokir babbled anxiously. Ralof only got up, slightly twisting his body around from the long amount of sitting. "Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go, we shouldn't leave the gods waiting." Ralof chuckled darkly strolling off the wagon into a quickly forming single file line. The gagged lavishly dressed dirty brown haired occupant stood up aswell and trotted off. Lokir got up on shaking legs, but didn't move at all. Saitama got up casually as if he was at a beach and moved off the wagon too.. He could hear Lokir get down after him and he stood forward in line, his face impossibly calm for a situation this macabre.
A lean, but well built brown haired man in Legion uniform waited until all the prisoners were in order. He had no helmet to speak of, only caring a quill and pen. "Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time." Ralof audibly growled. "Empire loves their damn lists." Said Ralof with pure menace in his voice. Saitama noticed both the Imperial soldier and Stormcloak militiaman glare at each other, but he writ if off as factional hatred as far as he has been catching unto this.
Hadvar looked unto the book and began speaking everyone Stormcloak soldiers name off in the line. When he caught up to Lokir he attempted to running off, pleading his case and declaring he wouldn't be killed...Until a barrage of arrows pierced his back in a gruesome succession. He laid on the rustic stone floor, as a pool of blood trickled from his back onto the floor. "Anyone else feel like running?" A bronze skinned petite woman spoke up. Saitama noted she must have been an officer. The Imperial soldier and officer's attention turned towards Saitama, him being the last prisoner to be processed. They took in his strange demeanor. 'Something is off about this man..His face is so plain and too calm..' Hadvar undulated in his head.
"Who are you?" The book wielding Imperial asked, quill ready. Saitama merely stared back for a few seconds before answering. "I am Saitama, a hero for fun."
….
Hadvar and the Imperial officer only responded with flabbergasted faces. Why in the sixteen planes of oblivion would bring to say that? "R-right, not many wood elves would choose to come alone to Skyrim by themselves. I see why no one went with you" Hadvar stammered out. He deferred to his Officer, noting he was not on the prisoner manifest. "Captain, he is not on the list. What should we do." The Captain only stared at Saitama with a ambivalent face before decreeing an order. "Forget the list, he goes to the block."
Hadvar widened his eyes in partial shock, before sighing. 'That figures.' He could only think. The Empire usually did that type of last minute stuff, considering how stretched out they were. "By your orders Captain. Follow the Captain prisoner."
Saitama answered with a brief 'ok', before heading to the assembled line of Stormcloak POWs. Everyone could see General Tullius smile mockingly at the bear fur cloaked man, getting said man to intensely glare back. The smile from the General dissipated and he equally stared back with hatred. "Ulfrik Stormcloak. Some here in Helgem deem you as a hero and martyr. But a hero doesn't use use a power like The Voice to murder his king and attempt to usurp his throne!" Ulfrik practically yowled in anger under his gag. He probably had a LOT to say to Tullius with his voice. "You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace."
Suddenly a distant, but brazen roar could be heard leagues away somewhere. It left a foreboding feeling in everyone, but Saitama. A few seconds of silence passed, Hadvar had spoken up. "What was that?" He said with alarm. Tullius alofted his hand in a dismissive manner. "It's nothing. Carry on." The Captain walked forward to the headsman block, her face the very definition of determined. "Yes General Tullius. Give them their last rites." Captain said stoicly, motioning toward a yellow and brown robed woman. She began the rites when a disgruntled Stormcloak soldier told her to shut up and wanted to get it over with. A scornful look of disgust and pity adorned the priestess's face. "As you wish." She muttered before walking to the back with the rest the clergy. The red haired rebel proudly walked up to the chopping block, no sense of grim on his face. The Headsman chuckled to himself, never seeing any that eager to be done away with. Kneeling down and be assisted by the Imperial Captain..More like slightly kicked, the red headed rebel stuck his neck on the gap. The soldier smiled in mocking glee.
"Come I haven't got all a lifetime. My ancestors are smiling at me Imperials, can you say the same?" His only response to that was the Headsmen hefting his mighty axe and flocking it toward the Stormcloak's bare neck. Saitama watched in slight horror, as the soldier's neck was bisected. The blood splurted from all directions, mostly forming a puddle in the box where the head lay. Sure there were casualties when he fought monsters...But this? It just left a nauseating feeling in his stomace.
Ralof sighed in sadness. "As fearless in death, as he was in life." It was a short eulogy to the man, but it was enough for a man who was executed by decapitation. A few cries of disapproval for the execution were heard, while some could be chanting for the continued doom for the Stormcloaks.
The Captain turned towards me and pointed at Saitama. "Next the Elf!" She barked up. 'Hmmm...What should I do. I can easily bailout, but they know what my face looks like and, if I go abroad...Ugh, I'll figure something on the way. Saitama trudged forward with the most disinterested look the anyone has ever seen before. A few people mummered around the crowd. Everyone noticed this, some being struck with awe, with others were unnerved by the uncanny calm the exuded from Saitama.
With each step a plan slowly, but surely came to him. 'Ok, I'll just let the axe hit me. The thing will break apart completely.' If he only had trained for two years, it would be risky, but Saitama had trained another additional fives years; Past the third year as time continued on. He met many friends along the way and learned different things. But now was not the time to reminisce. After a mind numbing suspenseful stroll, Saitama finally made it up to the block. The Captain narrowed her eyes. She despised men who wasted her time it seemed. "That took you long enough knife ears, kneel down toward the block." Saitama looked onto the Captain for a few seconds before shrugging nonchalantly. What was with this execution? Why did it seem like a mage seminar for the theoretics of mysticism for this strange Bosmer? He had no discernible expressive at all.. Saitama knelt before the chopping block and frowned deeply at the pale corpse right next to him. 'Couldn't they have dragged this corpse away? Seriously….' He felt the tell-tale sign of a metal boot come upon his back. Something was amiss though, no matter how laboriously the Captain tried to kick Saitama budge, the Human turned Bosmer would not budge. A few townsfolk near the block noted that. Some chuckled voicing that a woman shouldn't do a man's job, while others were confused. Saitama himself finally lay his neck against the gap, woefully disgusted at the blood rubbing onto his skin. With his head turned to an angle to his left, he could promptly the Headsman's impassive face bore unto with the utmost concentration. With his axe wielded in both hands horizontally midriff of himself, the Headsman hefted his axe and raised it above his head. No sense of dread or fear etched its features upon Saitama at all, making the sanctioned head lopper creeped with foreboding.
That's when suddenly a thunderous roar of malice and power streaked across Helgan. Townspeople were struck with fear as the sky was cast into a hazy ash red. From over a few peaks away, a gigantic beast of flight landed on the tower over looking the executioning area. Tremors from that landed could be felt all around Helgan, many Townsfolk instinctively running. Jet black jagged scales and blaring red eyes surveyed the collected body of Humans, before literally shouting a force of extreme energy. Saitama looked on with boredom as the Headsman was blasted feet away into a wall away from him. 'That's my escape plan I guess.' The Dragon flew back into the air, wings flapping in place as it streamed a deadly fume of fire over the houses.
Saitama easily break out his binds, the leathers whizzing off into different directions at mach speed. He did a few lunges and stretched his arm before looking up at the flying dragon. Some amidst all the souls clammering and running in fear, the Dragon one noticed one Bosmeri look straight at him. 'What is this foolishness? A mere puny Bosmer dares challenge me?' Alduin thought in anger. No mortal could be this arrogant! As the meteors fell from the sky as if mortal fire, Saitama rubbed his neck nonchalantly before jumping extremely far up towards Alduin. The god was dumbstruck, the End Eater of prophecy never seeing such a feat from a mortal, much less a Bosmer. A few archers firing at the Dragon noticed this too, completely awestruck.
When Saitama could not reach Alduin in one jump it seemed, he landed on a fast moving meteor and began lilly hopping on each one that passed. Jumping from barrage after barrage, Alduin had enough of that and an immense streak of flame jetted towards Saitama. The super Elf merely spun in an extremely fast twister-like motion, the wave of flame hugging the impossibly formed mini tornado turrets and dissipating into oblivion when Saitama landed on another meteor. The Dragon could not even begin to comprehend what just happened, before it could think any further Saitama jumped off the meteor, blazing towards the jagged scaled Dragon at top speeds. He clasped his fingers together and cocked his fist back. Time seemed to slow as Saitama was in high air, Alduin a inches up from him in the air. Alduin could see it's life flash before it's eyes, from being put into existence, ruling Skyrim with a tyrannical maw, being defeated and sent into the currents of time, and now this. The Dragon felt a certain fear, something he never felt before prolapsed through his entire being. "What is this!" It roared in Dragon Tongue. The answer it received was only a extremely loud sonic boom whittling the area, the massive shock wave parting the entire skyline and instantly clearing the hazy sky back to its normal hue. All the meteors absolved into dust, flaking the entire ground of Helgan with space dust. Audible bone deep creaks could be heard from above and all the Townsfolk either stopped running or hiding, looking up.
Before them all in an awe defining sight, the World Eater had its maw gaped. All the Townsfolk only caught a merely glimpse of the lifeless Dragon, before the ensuing shockwave jettisoned the carcass at mach 2, a speed no one in this Era of development had ever seen before. Saitama swiftly fell toward the ground casually, his singhed rag clothing and foot wraps whipping through the air currents as he fell. Crevices formed under his feet as he landed, Saitama merely in a crouched positioned for what seemed like hours. Finally getting up, Saitama looked at his fist in complete exasperation. "One Punch again?" Sombrely concluded Saitama. He really wished something could give him a challenge.
Everyone was completely awe-struck at the beragged Elf...Not ONLY did he slay a Dragon seen centuries ago, he did so with one punch. No one could say anything as the Bosmer sheepishly looked onto his tanned fist, shaking his head in disappointment.
It was then that Tamriel would change forever.
To be continued!
AN: That was my first ever story! I really hoped you liked it and any type of review is welcome. I will continue this with a sporadic schedule as summer nears to an end, but I hope you like this first Chapter!
