As Saitama walked home, he noticed a lot of the civilians were staring at his bald head. While he is quite used to this, the civilians now had a look of terror, instead of amusement, much to his confusion. Unbeknownst to him, a group of terrorists, known as the Paradisers, was reported to be near his the city he was in. The terrorist group all had shaven heads, thus the public was warned to be wary of any bald men.

"There! That's him!"

"Eh?" Saitama turned to see a woman pointing at him, with some guy in a yellow and black tanktop beside her.

"So, one of the terrorists got lost from the group, huh?" The guy in the tank top stepped, trying to intimidate Saitama. Obviously, it wasn't working, though he believed otherwise.

"Terrorist?"

"Don't play dumb with me! Even without the suit, your shiny head gives it all away."

"Is that Tank top tiger?"

"Oh my god, it is!"

"We're saved!"

Tank top tiger, as he is apparently called, had a smug smile.

"Heh, even if you're a C class, just being in the top 10 gets you recognised. Well then, terrorist, why don't you help raise my rank, hmm?"

Saitama only stared at T-T-T, completely unmoving, as he internally debated over ramen or udon.

"Heh, did I scare you so much you're unable to move? Very well. I, the hero Tank top Tiger, will relieve the public of your terror!"

T-T-T punched Saitama in the face, yet the baldy remained still. In fact, it looked like that punch hurt T-T-T more than it did Saitama.

"Argh! So you have a forcefield huh? I won't let that stop me!" T-T-T tried to maintain his face with lies, knowing full well his punch made contact. As he launched another punch, something was sent flying his way, knocking him unconscious.

"Huh?" Hearing an explosion, Saitama snapped out of his thoughts, only to find the guy in a tank top on the ground unconscious, with what looks to be gunpowder on his face.

"You! Where did hammerhead go?"

Saitama turned to face some guy with a ponytail, a really tight purple and black suit, with swords and shurikens on his belt. He for some reason looked like a female. A cross dresser perhaps.

"What, the shark?"

"Don't play dumb with me." The feminine guy disappeared before reappearing behind Saitama, who turned, catching the sword before it hit his eye and shattering it, shocking the cross dresser, who jumped back a few feet.

"So, you're faster than those idiots."

"Hey, can you explain to me what's going on?"

"Hm, there is a terrorist group known as the Paradisers who went after my boss. I assassinated most of them, but their leader ran away. All of them had shaved heads, like you."

"Wh-what." Saitama's face was now a mix of anger and shock.

"But that's-they stole-"

"MY LOOK!" The bald hero exclaimed, confusing the ponytail guy in front of him.

"Oi, I don't care if you aren't a terrorist, but you were able to read my attack. I cannot allow you to live." The guy started to dash around Saitama at speeds that made him almost invisible to everyone watching, except Saitama of course. The bald hero was only worried about the Paradisers.

"Hey dude, I can tell from your innocent smile you just wanna try your moves on me, but can we do this some other day? I gotta stop this hamerhead guy from ruining my image." The bald hero turned to face the ninja, who had a smile rivalling the Grinch plastered on his face.

The cross dresser started moving even faster, bragging to Saitama about his, compared to the baldy, unimpressive speed, to which Saitama only looked him in the eye, reading his moves once again, and asking.

"Can I go now?"

The feminine guy was even more shocked and, with his ego hurt, decided to finish Saitama off.

"Take this bastard! Wind blade kick!"

Right before he could hit Saitama, the baldy moved back, and raised his fist, showing the cross dresser he was defeated.

"Checkmate." Unfortunately, Saitama failed to take into account the guy's momentum, so... The crunching of the cross dresser's assets could be heard by everyone watching, all of them cringing in pain. Poor guy.

"Oh! Sorry! That wasn't on purpose! I wanted to stop but your momentum carried your..."

This scene has been censored from being described, for no one should ever have to know the face of a man whose peanuts have just been cracked, much less have it described. We now cut to the feminine guy, which, by the way, made it even more uncomfortable for Saitama, quivering in pain.

"I have worked every job, from a simple bodyguard to an assassin of mob bosses, I am Speed-O-Sound Sonic! I shall be putting my work on hold so that I may dedicate myself to training until I can beat you. Tell me your name!"

"It's Saitama." The baldy was very unamused by the experience of another man's coconuts on his fist. The fact that the guy looked suspiciously like a woman made it even worse. Boy, hearing about the bald terrorists and then having this happen to him sure ruined his day.

"Saitama! The next time we meet, it will be your demise!"

"Okay."

"I, Speed-O-Sound Sonic, the ultimate ninja, will be your death!"

"Train hard." Saitama put on the best motivational face he could and brought up his fist. He just hopes this guy doesn't try and fight him near civilians the next time, one set of public eyes witnessing him touching another man's organs was more than enough.

The ninja guy jumped off, leaving Saitama to find Hammerhead. He eventually did, destroying the guy's armour and letting him off after he promised not to be evil anymore. What a weird day.