The Hero of Zero
Inspired by 'mrfuzz90' fan-fiction
I imagined that being the strongest would be the worst episode that could happen to me in my life, but no! Being something that these caped weirdoes call 'familiar' of a temperamental midget named Louise (awfully long name I can't remember) is the most catastrophic that had to happen to me.
Prologue part one: One Punch Man
The Strongest Man
1
It happened without warning, a creature; a sort of purpled-dermis humanoid had unexpectedly appeared in city-A environs.
The havoc it had caused was of gigantic magnitude, hundreds of people had perished amidst turmoil and those affected by the calamity ascended to thousands. Even reporters who had had the misfortune of going in the disaster's center were quivered in panic, and, hysterically, did their best to shelter from that creature. . .
It could be seen by millions of viewers: the reporter's vivid expression of fear.
"As you can see", the reporter was crying in panic, pushing his helmet. He tried to stand at the repeated mysterious' being discharges combined with the consequent hurricane-force wind currents they produced, "There are huge explosions everywhere! I-It's a freaking madness! The mysterious being's damage it's of an unprecedented scale! The hero association, currently, it's analyzing the threat le— OH HOLY—"
The image disappeared with static . . . the correspondent was either dead . . . or the camera had been destroyed.
It didn't matter. . .
"Guess I should go . . ."
Moments later, he was in his apartment Avenue, fully ready with his suit that an old friend had made him and his very supportive behavior that had held for three years to date.
His intention?
Justice enforcement.
Everything happened so fast that it couldn't see it.
As it was preparing to wipe out that little squeaky life form, it spotted something . . .
It didn't find a way to describe it.
It just happened in a mere millisecond . . .
It stretched its arm—the girl was still crying about the apparent disappearance of her parents. Then it glimpsed . . . that . . . a yellowish blur . . .
It, the champion of nature was overwhelmed by such speed demonstration; however, it kept his composure. He was the chosen one of Mother Nature to wipe out the filthy species that had devastated their environment! He was not letting this insignificant human mocking him!
Contemptuously, hissed "Who are you?"
That mysterious character showed no fear or hesitation.
He grinned.
"Just an average guy who serves as an average hero!"
"What kind of half-assed backstory is that" its eyes denoted it—it was outraged and enraged, "I am Vaccine-man, formed from constant stream of pollution that, you, humans caused!"
Vaccine-man couldn't continue his speech.
Saitama already decimated him with a single punch by the boredom. His arm's momentum was such that even the cloudy weather dawned . . .
He never liked when his opponents started to make long and monotonous speeches of why this, and why that. Mostly because it ended with him losing the bargain day at marked.
But . . .
If there was something that pissed the poor guy beyond that was, certainly. . .
"No! Not again!" He looked his sweltering latex glove by the friction of the punch, "yet another fight that ends with one punch?" he collapsed in middle of the earth, "GODDAMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"
Yes. . .
Just another day in the life of the strongest man, Saitama . . .