Funny thing is, Saitama was thrown to the NW by Truck-kun.
Thank you everybody who is following my story, and I hope I'll amuse you with this silly adventure. Maybe this won't be like the Lord of the Rings but I want you to enjoy this story.
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The young stranger was now simply dressed in undergarments and pants, having appreciated the hospitality of the villagers after sitting down, something which the villagers diverted with their own thanks, and there was an uncomfortable talk about who should and should not apologize.
In the end the young man simply shook his head and clasped his hands, taking a serious expression that brought the two villagers, the man with the grown beard and the hoarse-voiced old man - the new village chief and the counselor, respectively - to a down-to-business attitude, and after a moment of internal deliberation, the young man finally asked,
"What, exactly, happened before I arrived?"
The adults looked at each other, and turning to him again it was the old man who responded, ignoring his own doubts, "Initially, we were invaded by one -" But before he could continue, the young man held up one hand, and the old man stopped, and waited patiently for whatever the boy was going to say.
"Could you summarize what happened as short as possible? My cognitive abilities are very low, sorry for the inconvenience beforehand, "
The eyebrows of both men rose, but they soon accepted the fact in silence, and after a moment, the old man began again. Even if the information were summarized, he endeavored to make it as understandable as possible.
"An army of beastmen began an invasion of our kingdom for unknown reasons, well, apart from eating and robbing us," the old man stopped for a moment, and went on, "they had recently captured us and subjected us to be ... cattle," When he repeated the words, the old man's face turned bitter, but with the curious look of the young man, he continued, "It was hours before you arrived, and now we are thinking of immigrating to the main cities."
The young man processed the information, his expression of speculation entertaining both adults briefly, before, with a careful tone, he asked, "These beastmen ... Are there more of them close to our surroundings?", To this, both men nodded.
"Then..." The boy went into a self-absorbed state, muttering unintelligibly as he rubbed his lips with his finger, there was a moment of silence, and when he raised his head again, he asked with renewed confidence, "Where is here? I think I've asked you that before, "
This time the bearded man replied, "In the Draconic Kingdom, adjacent to the Slane Theocracy and the Argland City State Alliance."
The vaguely perplexed expression of the young man was missed by the chief and the counselor, the two having now sunk into memories and conspiracy theories.
Saitama, on the other hand ...
He was completely Fucked up. With a capital F and everything.
His worst fears have come true, that monster-paladin- whatever it was - has sent him to an alternate reality or a fantasy world like a damn Isekai, and, therefore, the formerly bald hero was sweating in spurts from behind of his neck, maintaining a barely neutral expression before the revelation of such information.
His apartment, the udon, his precious salary of 4000 yen is now gone, and worse, some series that he was paying attention to now would have an uncertain ending that he could never guess, ah, and surely Genos will be mortified by his absence, also that is another bad thing.
He also noticed the strange way he spoke, and he considered his new and inevitable lexicon more pompous and ... corny, but that was the least of his inconveniences, he also noticed another pro, apart from his hair, of course.
Saitama ran his hand through his hair again, tireless to rejoice from feeling again the rediscovered sensation, enjoying the way his pointed hair pinched lightly on his palm, but then he reassembled himself and summed up his chain of thought.
Although he could not process more than 20 words in a single sentence, he certainly could now remember more clearly the information the old man gave him, something very convenient, taking into account the unfortunate times he forgot valuable data.
But, most shocking of all this, was that his fists now did not possess the same ... lightness, so to speak, when he incessantly hit the beastmen. In that moment, he really had to apply more power behind his blows, not at the level of getting tired, but undoubtedly he had to hit now with more intensity, even if it is small.
And well, the achievement of having thought all this without having a headache is incredible, and he chuckled, now that's advantageous.
'Aw man, I lost my suit ... ah, what a disaster, well, they're very kind to give me this, at least.'
Realizing that he had been very quiet, he cleared his throat intentionally and tried to drive the conversation to less mysterious waters, "So, will you start moving now?" There, another thing that Saitama would be really glad to know.
The two men in front of him nodded, and he hummed thoughtfully, rubbing his jaw as he stared at the ceiling.
On the other hand, the men simply examined the boy, Dynar, the worn out old man, concluded that this mysterious young one was simply a hermit, a monk with a life that was revolving around the pilgrimage perhaps, who was ambushed by the beastmen during his travels, and he must have received a blow to his head, that is why the confusion he expressed at having saved them and the condition he recently declared.
Satisfied with his hypothesis, the old man simply smiled gently as he saw the young man, who seemed to be thinking about his next move, and who could blame him? Now with nothing but the sweat on his back, it's amazing that the boy has such mental fortitude not to collapse right now because of the loss of his gear and the terrible ordeal of being a prisoner of the beastmen.
'Ah, the youth of today, sometimes these ones impress me.'
On the other hand, Fiur, the now new Chief of the village, saw the boy as a sign of salvation for his family and his people, and perhaps they could reach one of the main cities that have not been conquered by the beastmen to be helped by the troops of the kingdom.
The man felt guilty, having realized that he did not keep in consideration the safety of the boy, with whom he had increasingly felt a strange resemblance to his eldest son, but could not specify why.
For the rest of the conversation the three simply entered into a talk, or rather the two older men tutored the young man, about the geography, economics and the religions that the nations possessed, as well as other subjects such as magic, the adventurers' guild, etc.
In the end Saitama had already collected a generous amount of information, and he bowed in thanks to the men, who simply waved off the gesture and reminded him that he was the one who saved them, after all.
The hero then accompanied the two men to the door, and realized after seen through a window, that the sun was already setting.
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Hundreds of monsters of different races knelt reverently, waiting for the appearance of the Lord who has guided them with his infinite wisdom and has led them through his carefully and expertly made plan of 10,000 years in advance, an achievement that, although it was proper from a Supreme Being that had the seemingly endless intellect that Lord Ainz possesed it did not cease to amaze even his most intelligent servants: Albedo and Demiurge.
The succubus stood next to the [Throne of Kings], passing her catlike eyes over the accumulated soldiers, then the Pleaides and Sebas, and finally the Floor Guardians, except for Shalltear, who instead of her was one of her newly created Vampires Brides, who maintained a firm expression even after knowing what happened.
In fact, those who have attended this meeting were the only of the thousands who have endured the effects of the recent "anomaly", which it hurted even a Supreme Being, a fact that, after the initial upheaval and having taken the measures necessary and the reports of those who succumbed to the disturbance, ignited a fiery fury in all the citizens of Nazarick, who felt the agony of whom they considered as a benevolent leader and a loving father as well.
Albedo and Demiurge had already formulated plans of short and even long range to take repercussions on the indiscriminate attack on the Great Tomb of Nazarick, strategies aimed at the most influential nations to destabilize the entire system and achieve anarchy and chaos reigning all countries, indifferent to the race. They would simply need the permission of the Supreme Being and immediately execute their plots.
If very well the implications of those inhabitants, who were not summonings, fainted because of the disturbance, they had ordered an immediate report of the monsters summoned by the Guardians, Floor Guardians and also the creatures that Lord Ainz created throughout from all over the continent to spy on the most prolific figures. And their suspicions paid off.
All, absolutely all the summons have completely vanished.
Knowledge that shook the Defense Commander of Nazarick as well as the Overseer, but she quickly took care of the inconveniences; they ordered Shalltear to summon one of his Vampire Brides and send them outside to make an immediate investigation of the illusions that Mare placed on the artificial mountains and the land adjacent to the tomb, to her relief, the vampire reported that the illusions were still standing without any obvious abnormality.
Like the first moment when he appeared in this world, Lord Ainz had ordered the elevation of Nazarick's defenses to one hundred percent, summoning the Guardians, except for Victim, to the Throne Room, and also needed the assistance of at least one hundred of his subjects for one of his many defensive measures.
As would be expected, the Throne Room was full of tension, but all present stood firm and ready for any command of the Supreme Being.
"Announcing the arrival of the Guildmaster of the 41 Supreme Beings, Ainz Ooal Gown." And behind them the doors to the room opened, and even if he had suffered the same as them, even if he was also surprised by this unexpected chain of events, the Overlord walked with the same royalty and serenity expected from an all-powerful leader, the 'tack' of the Staff Ainz Ooal Gown resounded along with his footsteps, and very soon he sat on the magnificent throne, and with a baritone voice, he commanded,
"Rise and lift your heads, citizens of Nazarick,"
And so everyone got up, looking at the Supreme Being with admiration and with enthusiasm to fulfill their orders. But everyone remained serious before the situation at hand, and they knew clearly that this was a very exceptional meeting to the previous ones.
With a moment of silence, waiting for whatever his Lord asks, the citizens of Nazarick would begin all the tactics necessary to respond to the supposed attack.
"As everyone will know, we have experienced an unprecedented irregularity in all of Nazarick's history, and let me tell you first that I am relieved you are well," The Overlord nodded his head, and the citizens were moved by the gesture. "Now, here is a summary of what has happened; we have lost all the units that we have created over the years, and the Shadow Demons that we dispatched around the world are no more," At this many eyes widened towards the Supreme Being, who was always calm and confident, he stopped for the information to sink in everyone, but seeing the immediate reaction, he continued,
"Most of the citizens of Nazarick, like the Homunculi Maids, have collapsed because of the intense pain they felt, and all of you have agonized terribly for an unknown cause." Ainz's free hand tightened, the sound of bones grinding on each other was not missed by Albedo, "Such is the situation, that we must take immediate action against the risk of an attack similar to that of decades ago, I suppose you won't need a reminder of what happened." A sense of clarification swept the assembled, but also they tensed at the prospect of an attack in which the Supreme Being could be hurt.
Ainz raised a hand to reassure his subjects, "Do not fear, for the moment, we have not received reports of sightings of enemies stationed around Nazarick, so we can theorize that the attack has been from a greater distance." Several nods expressed the understanding from the citizens.
"Then, this is what we are going to do..." With a contemplative voice, Ainz began to list the orders for each Guardian, and all those in the Throne Room simply marveled at the vast intelligence and caution of their leader.
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Ushtir, a beastman with the head of a lion and with a human body of 3 meters with many muscles, dressed in animal skins and skulls of different races - although the most common were human children - and with two crude iron swords on his back, his typical wild appearance betrayed his pure innate combat power.
Dismissing the importance of Martial Arts, Ushtir has killed so many humans with his natural strength that he earned the title of Commander and was privileged with an army of veterans reinforced by numerous incursions into the Draconic Kingdom.
When the news that a whole army of beastmen was completely decimated in a human village, most of the reactions were of disbelief, and others simply dismissed the news as mere rumours.
Although nobody could blame them if they've heard the report from the only one who survived the battle, the same leader from said army who declared frantically and with a mad look on his face what happened with graphic details.
"A single human was responsible for the extermination of the army," A commander repeated the words with a snort, followed by a horde of beastmen larger than the previous army marched through the woods near the village, 5.000 warrior with orders to find any trace of a human adventurer team and also to burn the village to its foundations.
Although the commander simply suspected that most of the leader's report was nothing but craziness that was the consequence from a traumatic experience after the battle, even so, the general had commanded the mobilization of a larger army, as a precaution, had said.
However, the precaution was something that did not appeal to any of the superiors of that army, perhaps the news of a reprisal from humans were not rare and was to be expected from the Draconic Kingdom, especially by that group of adventurers 'Crystal Tear', who, up to the middle of the campaign, represented a constant annoyance to the demi-human generals.
But they heard nothing about a standard of the Draconic Kingdom on the armors or any flag that had their emblems, nor a group of adventurers who only ran into the village by coincidence. Several suspicions were raised after the report, many believed that the Theocracy was making subtle moves among all the chaos of war, others even thought it was a kind of vampire and it turned out to be mistaken for a human.
With many theories, but with nothing that could prove them, the general sent Commander Ushtir and consigned a considerable number of warriors under his command to take care of the problem, also he sent scouts for anything that needed the attention of superiors for future strategies .
Ushtir already had in mind a good way to exterminate the human village, if the responsible for the elimination of the army was a human Samaritan, he was turning to the archers who were waiting for his orders, ready to shoot incendiary arrows at the houses of the villagers and the human itself.
The army approached from the south, with expectations to satisfy their... desires. Confident that they wouldn't find any kind of resistance.
On the other hand, the villagers went north quickly, after they concluded that the beastmen would suspect the absence of a formidable army.
But the surprise that the beastmen would encounter would be very grim...
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Having left the house, Saitama encountered many villagers packing their belongings, some running to run errands or families gathering to wait for instructions from their chief.
The joyful atmosphere faded and replacing it there was tension and uncertainty, the villagers looked at each other, lost on what to do, while others were restless and looked continuously at the horizon; to the same way where the beastmen came from.
The raven haired young man took all this into account and looked inquisitively at the two men to realize that they were no longer with him; Now they were giving directions and discussing with the other villagers what they could do.
In the end, all the people were silent when Dynar announced that they would go north, pass near the main cities and arrive to the capital, with hopes that they could settle in the long term.
This was received with varied reactions, some of complacency, others of doubt, but Saitama ignored all that while he also thought intensely, although his chain of thought was discordant with the current situation.
'How can I go back home? I suppose I should look for another monster that has abilities equal to that paladin, but ...'
He looked at the villagers.
'If I get into trouble this would be very bad, I could excuse myself saying that I come from a distant land and I don't want to get involved with anything of this world...'
But then he looked at the corpses of the beastmen.
'Yeah, no.'
He sighed resignedly, but then adopted an expression of determination as he saw a family of four, who had slight hopeful looks, and Saitama soon realized that everyone was looking at him expectantly.
"- ner?"
'Aw shit.'
He didn't hear a single fuck. He watched subtly through his eyelashes for any indication of what they were talking about, but no one spoke, waiting for his response, which made Saitama groan in perdition. 'Isn't that bearded guy your leader or something?!'
Strengthening on the outside, but succumbing to his fate like a withered flower, Saitama glanced at the elderly Dynar, who like the others was looking at him with hope in his eyes. The young man sacrificed his dignity and simply asked,
"Excuse me, I was distracted, what were you talking about?"
A few chuckles passed and the villagers relaxed before the seemingly serene attitude of the stranger, and shaking his head mirthfully Dynar repeated his question in a curious tone, "Could you tell us what your name is, stranger?"
Saitama raised his eyebrows in clarity, and he replied briefly, "Saitama." Without any precaution, surprising the villagers with the strange name, but the surprise was short-lived and they simply added that to the pile of surprises that the young man contained, and were accustomed to the mere eccentricity of his existence.
"Saitama," the old man tried the name, and with Saitama's nod with the accent, Dynar continued, "We were discussing how to get to the capital city without suffering another ...attack," the man began to say cautiously, and Saitama simply waited for him to finish, and Dynar sighed resignedly, "We're sorry to impose on you so blatantly, but could you escort us to at least to the nearest town?" All eyes pleaded for his response, and he couldn't go against his hero nature now.
Dynar was going to keep trying to convince the young man, but he simply interrupted by nodding, and said nothing more than "Sure."
Dynar was caught off guard by the man's almost immediate response, and his eyes watered as he bowed gratefully, "You are a kind soul, Saitama-dono, I thank you from the bottom of my heart."
The other villagers followed his example, and Saitama groaned internally, and waved both hands and convinced the villagers that he needed guidance anyway; 'I don't know anything about this continent and I have to start again...' Of course, he didn't say it like that.
Saitama said that the villagers should go first, saying "If the beastmen came from the south, do not you think they would be less likely to appear in the north?" Sure, he didn't know ANYTHING about what was happening in this nation, but his assumption proved to be accurate, as the villagers nodded to his words and began before him.
Unaware, they moved away from danger while Saitama remained pensive, reflecting on his situation and the situation of the country.
And then he turned and grabbed the arrow that almost fell on his head.
Then he saw the rain of flaming arrows coming from the sky.
And Saitama found himself in a sudden hell; He was completely naked again.
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They waited for the sun to fall and the moon to rise. Fortunately, today was a moonless night, which favored the beastmen, who possessed night vision.
The archers fired three rounds at the houses, connecting perfectly with most of the houses, and the beastmen roared in a precocious sense of victory, but their commander was not carried away by arrogance and remained alert.
Ushtir watched the flaming village, aware of the restless bloodthirsty beastmen behind him, but he didn't order the attack yet, wondering at the absence of the screams of the villagers nor the sight of the humans running to escape from them.
For a moment he thought that the villagers had already escaped, but that would be a minor inconvenience; those able to track the stench of humans would help with the hunt, and it would thrill the warriors through the night.
But then a figure appeared from the flames, walking steadily toward the horde of the beastmen, and the enhanced vision of Ushtir could see a naked male human, who seemed to ignore the flames.
Ushtir's heart did not stir, yet.
He ordered the archers to fire again, and the cloud of incendiary arrows, complemented by magic piercing approached the human, but even before the intimidating sight of the arrows towards it, the human did not flinch.
The arrows fell, but none seemed to fall on the human, the beastmen behind him and the archers considered it as bad luck on their part, but Ushtir knew better.
Those that fell on the human, who kept walking, broke on impact.
Ushtir's heart felt a kind of discomfort.
With a move of his hand, the horde of beastmen lunged to the human, who had stopped and, with something like laziness, was placed in a crouched position, and breathtakingly, began to hop from side to side with incredible speed, action that made all the beastmen stop abruptly.
None of them, not even Ushtir, could hear the words that the human murmured.
"[Serious Side Hops]."
The figure of the human became blurred, and in an instant numerous illusions of the human appeared, stopped by the strange illusionary magic, the beastmen became doubtful as they watched with apprehension the newly formed illusion.
They never saw such an invocation process, but with Ushtir's roar, the beastmen had renewed vigor and ran into the row of illusions, but the next strategy the human had would cause a severe flip of events... literally.
Having seen that his intimidation strategy proved futile, Saitama opted for the only alternative he had planned for this occasion.
Then the real human - that one standing in the center - bent down and dug his fingers into the ground, palms towards the beastmen, and then exclaimed the last words that many of the horde would hear
"[Serious Table Flip]!"
And to the unbelieving eyes of all the beastmen including Ushtir, the human literally turned a great land mass where the warriors stood at a 90-degree angle, throwing all the beastmen backward; many died by falling heavily against the heavy surface, others died crushed by the weight of their dead comrades, and others died in agony from the fracture of bones, tearing of muscles and internal hemorrhages.
None of the 3.000 beastmen who charged to the single human and then found themselves in the reach of the attack survived.
Those left alive looked in complete shock and many fell on their rear by the legendary show of force, awestruck with collapsed moral, they then were shocked when they saw that the man jumped behind the overturned earth and fell heavily on the ground in front of them, raising a huge cloud of dust on impact.
Seeing it land flawlessly, many beastmen immediately kicked their runaways, and Saitama did not bother to pursue them, instead, he only focused on the apparent leader of the army, and asked an annoyed voice, "So you're the one who ordered them to shoot those arrows? "
The leader didn't respond, he just stood still, and apparently the rest of his lackeys were at similar levels of surprise, Saitama felt a click on his head and pointed to the leader with an amused voice.
"Hey! You look a lot like this lion guy that I've killed a while ago, what was his name...?" Saitama scratched his head, still looking at the still-surprised beastmen patiently, and then there was a not-so-thoughtful response to his casual manner.
Several of the beastmen charged towards him, and Saitama simply flicked his finger towards the beastmen, and the previous proud warriors splashed their comrades with their blood, and their remains flew through the air, raising terrified screams and furious roar that rose to the air.
As one, the beastmen along with their leader fell on top of Saitama, the others were paralyzed or ran back to their headquarters, but the young hero focused with his current opponents.
One of them swiped his claws to his head, and he bent over and then jumped high just before another swinged his club towards his legs, and with swiftly spinning easily he kicked two beastmen to their heads, and like watermelons they exploded, but the others did not give in with their attacks, now attacking more frantically and with more intensity.
Saitama swept with his leg the legs of four beastmen, these being ripped of by the sheer force behind his kick, and before they could react to the pain or fall to the ground, he threw a fist in an arc that throwed the quartet towards the sky, the shockwave knocking down some traversed in the path of attack.
Only three were still standing excepting the leader, and he quickly took care of them by murmuring,
"[Two Handed Consecutive Normal Punches]."
And a wave of fists overwhelmed the bodies of the three to such degree that they exploded after receiving the blows, and everything behind them also exploded, erasing the grass from the ground and opening and splitting any bush and tree in half that were in the path.
Ushtir, willed himself to ignore the intimidating attacks and the dead, brought his huge twin swords down on the human. His swings were the most powerful attacks among the ranks of the beastmen, no human could expect to resist an attack in front without the use of Martial Arts and enchanting equipment.
But imagine his surprise when the human intercepted his attacks with it's own hands by grasping the blades, the force behind the blow causing a crater to form beneath them.
Ushtir's arms ached horribly, completely broken and useless, he fell backward on his ass, kicking wildly while trying to ignore the pain.
"Oi,"
The human's neutral voice brought Ushtir back from his delirium, and he saw with dread that the human was looming over him, and it's features were obscured by the lack of light of the night. But the way in which the light of the fire that could be seen behind the enormous land mass made the human look terrifying, and Ushtir knew the human wouldn't show mercy, and he wouldn't either.
He ran savagely at the human, opening his maw to devour it's small head, catching it by surprise by convincing it that he was incapable of fighting and now it would pay for it's arrogance.
However Ushtir did not take into account that this was not an ordinary human, and he couldn' t stop even when he saw the following:
The human reacted in the same way as if it was waiting for him, and the gigantic fist that approached him was the only thing he saw, and the commander simply wet himself before dying.
He didn't think anything, unable to react to the face of danger.
His head was ripped cleanly by the blow, and his body collapsed in front of Saitama, who after a moment smiled at the opportunity fate has given him in front of him.
"Hey, clothes!"
And he began to undress the beastman, unaware of the messengers hidden in the trees that watched the whole battle, and glanced tremblingly at each other, they soon vanished away from the scene.
The General must know this.
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The villagers had heard the whole battle, and they hid behind rocks and bushes as they watched, amazed, when suddenly a large part of the ground was turned, but their hearts were agitated as they waited for the return of Saitama, who had remained in his now burned village.
In the end, when all the noises ceased, they waited with bated breathing for any movement up ahead, and then one of the villagers whispered urgently as he pointed to a figure that emerged running to the side of the blazing village.
The villagers panicked, thinking that the beastmen had outdone the young man, but before they could run for their lives, the figure raised his hand in a familiar fashion. And Fiur squinted his eyes to take a look.
And it turned out that the young man had acquired a new set of clothes.
Saitama now had a tunic completely made from fur that covered his entire body and went down to the middle of his calves, a hood that consisted of a surprisingly preserved jaw of a wolf, he wore bracelets on his forearms and he continued walking barefoot, the numerous skins that formed the tunic had different textures and colors, and both the counselor and the village head could admit that ...
He looked like a hobo.
But their opinions remained with them to the grave, and they could only sigh relieved and thanked Saitama for his heroic actions again.
'However ...' Dynar thought as he looked at the young man's back with an expression of admiration, 'I can not deny that it fits him, given by his way of fighting.'
He chuckled, shaking his head and started walking with the other villagers.
Throughout the night they did not encounter any problems.
Thank you again for the favs and your interest on this story. My mother language isn't english, so if there's any mispelling or anything let me