After receiving the information of the upcoming fight, the party decided to leave the lounge that had shelter them from loud chattering, dancing couples and intrusive people. Fubuki was not too happy to exit her sanctuary, but for the sake of observing the duel, she did not protest. She was still a little astonished that a fight had been announced not an hour after her father's event had started.
After they had descended the stairs to the main ball room, her group looked for the bald man and his companion. Even if they had a great view from the balcony of the lounge, the Blizzard Groupwanted to watch the participants of the duel from a closer distance. It was a familiar task whenever rumours of fights reached their ears. At court, nothing interesting happened with the exception of such interventions. It was a distraction from the mere boredom they faced every day. Curiosity always accompanied the group when a duel was announced – and they were not the only ones.
"Excuse me, Lady," some of the guests uttered as Fubuki made her way through the crowd – something she hated, every ball and event she was attending was filled with too many persons. She wanted to avoid anyone that could bother her with their presence or flirtatious comments.
Minutes passed and she was not able to detect any bald man – which could not be so difficult, knowing that such a kind of hairstyle was not a common fashion trend among people of society. The black-haired beauty's eyes were still wandering through the room as Mountain Ape cleared his throat. "There they are, Lady Fubuki."
He tilted his head towards the direction of the two males – she recognised the bald man immediately and did not expected to see such a plain looking person.
"Him?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow and received a nod of her people.
"Indeed, and his second stands next to him."
"The baldy certainly looks too plain to be powerful in any kind," she expressed with a smirk, "but the blonde seems to be extremely strong. I've never seen such mechanical arms before."
"Neither have we," her group agreed in unison.
She clicked her tongue as they stood by the wall of the grand room, the rhythm of the music creating a light-hearted atmosphere. "Any other information about those two?"
Eyelashes threw his boss an uncertain look, "Not quite as much as we had hoped we could gather."
"Yes, we asked the servants near the entrance who remembered the two instantly. Both have called themselves Saitama and Genos."
Fubuki crossed her arms, musing if she remembered the names from any event before, but she was certain that she had never heard of them.
"None of them are members of the high-class and they live in Z-City and travelled with the train. Apparently they are residing in an Inn not far from here," Mountain Ape concluded, causing Fubuki to chuckle.
"So, no rank in society, no money and still they were invited? So what the deuce are they doing here? Causing chaos? I would not be surprised; they have upset one of the guests after all," she resumed, eyeing the two suspiciously.
"We have gained no other information."
"New and unknown people are always mysterious, especially in this situation," she spoke, her eyes narrowing as she watched her targets moving slowly around.
"We have not been told who would be his second in charge."
"Genos? Please don't talk of this anymore, you've spent the last twenty minutes with this topic," Saitama noted before muttering to himself, "And how you do it without pausing is still an unsolved mystery to me."
A small glimmer of black caught the addressed man's attention. For the last hour he had been attentive whenever that colour made an appearance in the room. Since the two men in suits had observed him, the blonde teenager had become more wary of his surroundings.
"There they are again," he whispered, seeing a group of persons dressed in suits – with the exception of a beautiful woman, who wore a long black dress. He turned his head towards his sensei, after having recognised the Lady in black.
"Master, that must be the host's daughter," he exclaimed – not too loud but low enough for Saitama to hear who glanced at the black-dressed woman. It was the same moment she threw them an arrogant look.
Unaffected by this bold action, Saitama shrugged his shoulders. "Well, one does recognise her immediately," he stated before glancing back to the wall that was decorated with several paintings, not caring about his environment. Genos on the other hand paid more attention to the men in suits than before and it annoyed him greatly, as their eyes were obviously watching them.
"Sensei, they are all looking at us."
It seemed quite normal after the attending guests had witnessed the declaration of the duel outside the ball room.
"Aha," Saitama said, ignoring the stares – something he often did due to his disinterest of other people's judgement – before his attention was caught by small cakes that were put on a serving cart to be brought to the buffet room. A small frown graced his face as he revived the memories in his head; not because of the man that had challenged him, but the fly that had dared to cross his path.
The Blizzard Group did not stop in their intentions of observing the two and Genos was growing impatient as their eyeing did not cease. As a warning, the young blonde wore a serious look on his visage; a scowl adorning his features. People around them noticed the odd behaviour and the chattering proceeded as Fubuki returned Genos' expression.
"Who does he think he his? And the bald man next to him; they think they could behave as they want!?" One not far from Genos hissed.
Other voices suggested a more violent content such as, "I hope they will learn from their mistakes when the duel is announced; they won't stand a chance."
Genos was rather furious of these statements; they did not know what great powers his sensei had. His eyes once again caught the group in suits and he had an odd feeling that they were planning something he would not approve of.
As always, Saitama ignored the whispers around him, concentrating on the thoughts in his mind – and the cake of the tray without any fly that would disrupt him.
The duel was not exciting for him, knowing that the angry gentleman could not be strong enough to prove himself as an honourable opponent. It would end as most of the fights – he was involved – did: he would win and not be too content about it, knowing that he could never show his strength in a serious manner. Even if he had proved himself strong and defended people who had become victims of robbery or attacks – including females who were harassed by men – no one ever took notice of his achievement and he was left to wonder why. Unbeknownst to him, fate had not been kind to him: people had never realised he had saved them, because their eyes were clouded by tears or they had fainted the moment he had arrived. Nonetheless, his appearance did not reveal his real power and people often underestimated him due to his plain looks. He had become familiar with this situation of being ignored and unfortunately, this night would not change anything about it. Or so he thought.
[A/N: One does not simply put Saitama and a fly in the same room! And I somehow understand his hatred towards those animals :'D. I reread the chapter but I cannot promise that there won't be any mistakes, in addition to that: I am tired :') (it's almost midnight here)]
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