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"But Miss Tatsumaki, what will others think?"
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT OTHERS THINK! PUT THE BALDY IN S CLASS!"
A plump old man sat at the desk in front of Tatsumaki. Three trusted members of the Hero association are in charge of ranking civilians that pass the hero exam. He was the one that gave a pass for special cases to be placed into S class, such as if the civilian was known to have done a lot of good in the past, or if an S class recommends them. So why the heck did he place Saitama into C class?
"Miss Tatsumaki, please don't make this any more difficult for me. This man only has a score of 71 points. He barely passed the exam, we can't place him into B class, much less S class!"
"WELL GUESS WHO ELSE BARELY PASSED AND WAS PLACED INTO ANYWHERE FROM C TO A CLASS? THE TANK TOP IDIOTS! PLUS, I'M S CLASS RANK 2, HE'S ONLY RANK 15!"
"But Miss Tatsumaki, Tank top master agreed that he himself will train those he recommended. And besides, most of them are in Class B and C. This man, he is as dumb as a brick to have barely passed the written test, which has proven to be many of the low C Class' crutch. I don't think such a man will survive anywhere above B class!"
"Well what about his physical test? He got a perfect FIFTY! You know who else got a perfect 50 on that test? ALL THE S CLASSES AND ONLY THE TOP 3 IN CLASS A!
"Th-that is true, but he could've cheated! Isn't it suspicious that he broke ALL of our recor-woh, whoa! MISS TATSUMAKI?!"
The old man was now floating in the air and was just about ready to piss his pants. He had angered the great Tornado of Terror, and everyone in the association knew that is never a good thing.
"Are you implying that I, Tatsumaki, would bring in someone who may be a potential cheater, and proceed to recommend him? Not only that, you think I would waste my time talking to you and trying to get him out of the weaklings corner if he were not up to par? Or did you perhaps think of me as one of you idiots, WHO CAN'T TELL TALENT FROM FRAUD?!"
"N-NO MISS TATSUMAKI! I WOULD NEVER!"
"THEN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR YOU OLD IDIOT! PUT HIM IN S CLASS!"
"YE-YES MISS TATSUMAKI! FORGIVE ME MISS TATSUMAKI!"
"And remind all the idiots that work here, that the next person who doubts me, GETS TO KNOW WHAT BEING FLUNG INTO THE SUN FEELS LIKE!"