Chapter 4: The Obsessive Chairman (II)
"...Sir?" Genus was stirred back to reality by the call of his secretary.
"Oh, nothing. Let's go." Genus said as calmly as he could. But that was quite the feat, considering his heart beat the fastest it had ever been in his 100~ years of life. Whom he was trying to find to which no avail, was right in front of him.
"Well, I suppose the old saying 'when you do not chase it, it comes to you' applies here. Fruitless attempts to find who he is due to the utter lack of defining features, yet to encounter him so soon after simply thinking about him." Genus thought. Sure, he tried finding where the old man lived, to possibly gain information on whom this person was. Yet the moment he tried to send a task force compromised of only his clones, they couldn't even gain a smidgen of knowledge about them.
The old man had records. But they were old. Over a hundred years. He was presumed dead after he was reported to be a passenger on a flight which disappeared, but Genus knew that the old man was one and the same. The eyewitness reports were also confirmed, but soon after, they strangely couldn't remember much about it. All they knew was, an old man was there at the scene, having the exact same description.
Trying to find the main subject independently was like trying to find a specific piece of hay in a haystack. Not even a needle, since when in contact with it, it could be easily recognizable due to the difference between the hay and the needle, but not this one. Everything about him screamed average. Nothing made him special, nothing at all. It was like trying to find someone with only the information 'his hair is black and slightly spiky'.
"Calm down. I can't panic and show others my anxiety, and worse, possibly alarm this person. If he escapes, who knows how much longer it'll take to track him down." Genus thought, slowly calming himself from the initial excitement.
"Hm- Oh, Chairman!" The receptionist just only noticed Genus, and quickly bowed to him.
"The Chairman?" Soba asked, before turning to notice the presence of Genus. "What the- Saitama, bow!" Soba said, pulling Saitama into a bow.
Saitama, not knowing who they were bowing to, raised his head a little, and then saw that face. The face of the man whom ran the entire conglomeration as their head.
"...Ah. So that's why Soba wanted me to bow." Saitama thought. They were right in front of the 3rd most powerful man on earth, their Chairman, Genus. The 1st was Agoni, whom was the founder of the Heroes Association.
"It's fine, no need to bow." Genus said, waving his hand. The two of them then stopped bowing.
"Looks like he's an employee from here. Good, that makes things easier." Genus thought, calming down. From his information, all his employees practically rever him, so this would make things easier. At least, he should respect him, as he was their conglomerate's Chairman.
"And you are an employee here?" Genus asked.
"Oh, no. We're from the parent company in City A. We were here for a group project." Soba answered.
"I see..." Genus answered. "The main company? That's even better." Genus thought. Not only was his office there, he needed to get there anyway for the meeting with the Board of Directors.
"I-is there anything you need, sir?" Soba asked.
"Not really, no. I simply need to... borrow your friend here, for a bit." Genus said, looking at Saitama.
"Who, me?" Saitama said, pointing to himself, confirming whether or not he heard that right.
"Yes, you. If you're busy, however, I'll come find you later." Genus said.
"A-ah, no, no! We aren't at all! We're completely free! Aren't we, Saitama?" Soba said nervously, elbowing Saitama.
"Um... yeah. I'm free." Saitama said.
"Good. Come with me." Genus said.
"Sir, we're running slightly late. Are you sure-" Riso wanted to say, but then Genus interrupted her.
"It's fine. He can just follow us." Genus then looked towards Soba, and asked, "Will this be inconvenient for your group project?"
"U-uh, no, no! This will be perfectly fine! Have a nice day, sir!" Soba said, bowing at a 90 degree angle.
"Hm. Alright then. Follow me, if you will." Genus said, looking at Saitama.
"Uh, okay, sure." Saitama said, agreeing since he was still unsure what was happening.
"Wait. Hold on, let's check what just happened, in case I'm going crazy like the old man. Okay... one, this is the Chairman of the entire conglomeration. Second, he wanted to 'borrow' me for a second, so he needs me. Hmm... yep, I'm going crazy." Saitama said internally.
Despite that, Saitama silently followed Genus as they walked out the building, and Saitama even sat in the same limousine as Genus.
[20 minutes later, In the Limousine...}
"...So, you should be wondering why I wanted to borrow you for a little while?" Genus asked, to which Saitama secretly heaved a sigh of relief, since the silence was only further adding to the tension he was feeling. In fact, he felt bad for bringing in his perfectly clean shoes- into this spotless and probably- no, DEFINITELY overpriced limousine. The inside was made almost entirely of gold and marble, and Saitama could see some wine in the cooler. The year of the wine was 2889. Nearly 2 centuries old. On the designer-coffee table? Some snacks. and if not for that one documentary, Saitama would've never realized that those mini-black pearls weren't the same as bubble-tea tapioca balls. Those were caviar.
In short, Saitama now knew how it felt for the country mouse when he visited the city mouse. "Hopefully the 'cat' from the story doesn't turn out to be super-intimidating business moguls which could end my career entirely in a sneeze..." Saitama thought. "Umm, yes. I was wondering about that for a while now..." Saitama responded to Genus's question.
"In short, you have something which interests me. But that can wait. I need to conduct a meeting with the Board of Directors for a while." Genus said. They had arrived back at the main building.
"Riso, bring him to my office and accompany him for the time being. I'll find the both of you later after this meeting." Genus said, getting off the limousine. Riso and Saitama followed suit.
{Genus's Office...}
"So THIS, is the Chairman's office?" Saitama mentally said, entering what was not an office, but rather more like an entire apartment suite. Everything there screamed 'expensive', with the exception of a small room being separated from the rest of the floor. Presumably Riso's quarters. And I say quarters because not only was there a bed included, there were showers, and a small reading room.
"Hmm, maybe they need to stay here for long periods of time like for all-nighters?" Saitama asked himself. Then he noticed a pool table and a massive flat-screen TV. "...Probably not, then." He answered himself.
"So... now what?" Saitama said, breaking the silence early. He didn't want the same thing to happen in the limousine, 9 and a half minutes of awkward staring and 30 seconds of conversation.
"Wait until Mr Genus finishes with his monthly meeting with the Board of Directors." Riso responded monotonously.
"Huh, must be tiring, needing to be his secretary and everything. Seems like it should be exhausting, needing to help out with one of the world's most powerful men." Saitama said, attempting to hold a conversation.
"Normally, yes. But after doing it many times, it's just another day for me." Riso responded with a simple answer.
"Is there anything out of the ordinary that happens every now and then?" Saitama asked.
"Well, no. Everything usually goes to plan. The only interruption would be something completely unexpected, like say, a riot or an assassination attempt." Riso answered.
"Assassination attempts?" Satiama asked.
"Well, it's just an example. There was one case, but it never happened, since it was stopped beforehand by security. And no, they don't happen frequently. Now if you'll excuse me..." Riso answered, seemingly bored, and then she walked to her quarters, and took a book from her bookshelf. She then sat down on her desk, and started reading. It wasn't obvious, nor was it expressed, but the meaning behind it was clear; 'This conversation is over'.
"Well isn't she the pleasant one? Chatty and sociable, as well." Saitama sarcastically thought to himself. "Well, I guess I'll just take a seat and wait." Saitama then sat on the sofa- made of white-tiger fur, and proceeded to do... nothing, and wait.
[30 minutes later, The Top Floor...}
"So other than that, nothing else to report?" Genus asked the other directors.
A rather plump and round man whom was wearing a grey suit and checkered tie laughed jovially, as he answered in a booming voice, "Ah, Mr Genus... under your leadership, nothing can go wrong! But even without you around for much, it doesn't mean we can't keep it running! You may have been his successor, but we've known him for far longer. Genus the 1st was your age when he founded the company! I was one of his first supporters!"
"You can rest easy. The only 'problem', is having 'too much money to splash around'!" He answered joyfully. The majority of the other directors laughed along.
"I can tell. But as Chairman, whether we are deep in debts or swimming in cash, it is my responsibility and duty to take care of it. No detail must escape my sight. Even the smallest of slips can lead to devastation." Genus answered strictly.
"Ah, you take after your father. Still, we aren't blind to that. We're businessmen! We know what to do. And to answer your question, nothing else to report for today." The plump man answered.
"If that is so, I'll take my leave." Genus said, getting up from his chair, and leaving the meeting room... to go one floor lower, his office.
{Genus's Office...}
"I'm back. Saitama, I hope I didn't make you wait long." Genus said to Saitama as he spotted him on he couch as soon as he entered.
"Alright. By the way, I don't recall giving you my name yet?" Saitama asked.
"Oh, since you said you worked here, I simply checked your files. Your name wasn't exactly hard to find." Genus answered.
"Okay... So do you need me for something?" Saitama asked the question that was on his mind for some time, "What does he need me for?" At that question, Riso looked up from her book, as well. Even she did not know why Genus would want to bother meeting an everyday employee.
"I'll tell you afterwards. I hope you'll be fine with waiting another hour or so." Genus said.
"It's okay. I can wait." Saitama replied.
"Good. Let's go. Also, Riso, there's no need to accompany me after this, since I need you to be here in case anything happens." Genus said to Riso.
"Of course, sir." Riso replied with a curt bow after getting up from her chair.
"Saitama, follow me." Genus said to Saitama, whom simply followed along.
"Let us test... your true power." Genus thought to himself.
{In a fancy restaurant...}
"What? He had some things that came up last minute?" Narinki asked the waiter.
"Y-yes... He said it was urgent, and he apologizes for this..." The waiter responded.
"It's fine. I guess I'll just have lunch here then! Waiter! Bring me the ten most expensive dishes in your restaurant!"
"H-huh? The ten most expensive? Do you mean one of the ten most expensive dishes in our restaurant, or ten of the most expensive dish?" The waiter asked for conformation.
"One of each of the ten most expensive dishes in the restaurant! I just said that!" Narinki yelled.
"O-O-Of course! Right away, sir!" The waiter said, practically running to the kitchen.
[50 minutes later, Off-road...}
"So... where are we going?" Saitama asked. He had been waiting in the limousine for over 50 minutes. It was far. Very far. Well, sure. He didn't bore himself like last time, and instead was offered multiple snacks by Genus, which he would never have dreamt of ever being able to afford. Just one of those caviar-on-bread would've cost him... almost a full month of rent.
"Ah, we're going to my laboratory." Genus replied.
"Laboratory?" Saitama asked.
"Oh, you see, I wanted to make sure no one would overhear us. I know of your strength." Genus replied.
"Huh? When? I usually never reveal it in public unless there's a monster nearby." Saitama asked once more.
"You know that mosquito-lady that attacked City-Z a week ago?" Genus asked.
"Yes, why?"
"She was sent by my organization."
A silence ensued.
"...So she's a coworker of mine?"
Genus mentally face-palmed.
"No. She's a part of my other organization."
"Ah... and what does this have to do with me?"
"He's not the brightest of people, is he?" Genus said to himself.
"I'm interested in your body." Genus said finally.
A look of shock was on Saitama's face, before he replied swiftly, "I don't swing that way, sorry."
At this time Genus had actually face-palmed.
"God, do you not know what my other organization does? It's a laboratory which manipulates genes for evolution! I am interested in what makes your body so strong!" Genus said, practically yelling in annoyance.
"Oh..." Saitama responded. "Shit, I think I made him angry. Better stay quiet for now."
Genus then heaved a loud sigh, as he combed his hair back. "You don't know much about genetic engineering, do you?"
"Uhh... 64, 61 and 3?" Saitama said some random numbers, in hopes that in that one small infinitesimal chance, he was right.
"I'm going to assume you somehow managed to correctly guess all possible permutations of codons in DNA, the amount that represents amino acids, and stop signals, and say, no. No you don't. Well, not like I expected you to know about it anyway." Genus said, grabbing a drink. "I just want you as a test subject. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Oh... alright. That won't take long, right?" Saitama asked.
"Well... It may take between an hour to a month. Genetic engineering is very, very volatile. Sometimes the splicing is alright, and it improves your bodily functions, and sometimes it removes a very important gene and you end up dead, at best. Either that or a monstrous horrifying mass of mutated flesh."
"...I'm not going to undergo that, am I?"
"Well, no. Not for now. Oh, I'll pay you for every day you're here as a test subject, and every experimentation on you will also have you get paid. You are also not forced, as you can leave at any time." Genus answered.
"How much?" Saitama asked, clearly interested.
"500,000 yen a day, and experimentation will give you 250,000,000 yen every session." Genus said.
"Well let's get started then." Saitama said, completely fired up. Money, was something Saitama would love to have. And the mutations... he'd rather not.
Splendid. Oh, we're here." Genus said, looking out the limousine window.
Saitama then looked out the window, and there was a building. It was strangely distorted, though. As if it was made of water and was sloshing around in a weird container. The colors were also strange, as they mainly composed of green, blue and yellow. Also, the surrounding area in a large sphere was also colored the same.
"Why's the building so weirdly colored?" Saitama commented.
"I-impressive... So you managed to see it?" Genus asked.
"Um... yes. Why? It's colored strange, though." Saitama answered.
"To see through the light refraction cloaking and photon interrupters... seems like there's still more that meets the eye abot you, Saitama." Genus said, fixing his spectacles.
"I probably shouldn't have done that. I probably should've stayed quiet. Now he might ask to dig out my eyes." Saitama thought to himself. Then again, as Genus seemed less and less like a businessman and more and more like a mad doctor, he had every right to think that. Not to mention that crazy-mosquito-girl whom Saitama first thought to be some cosplayer who went too far was actually biologically like that, flesh and all.
{In the basement, a large testing room...}
"So this is that man?" a clone of Genus's asked, from the other side of a glass window.
"Yes. The facial features are completely the same, and not to mention he managed to see through the cloaking of the whole building." Genus answered his clone.
"See through the cloaking?" "That's amazing!" "But is he really the same?" "He could be a twin brother or something..." "That's true, but what're the odds?" His clones coversed.
"It's fine. Even if he isn't the same, at least his eyes themselves are something amazing. Even thermal sensing can't detect the building, which has nothing to do with his vision, but still, let's test out his skills." Genus said, pressing a button.
"They've also been notified not to kill him. And the same has been informed to Mr Saitama himself." Genus explained.
In the testing room, a door opened to reveal 6 humanoid beings. One looked like a slug, another a frog, and then a praying-mantis. Following that was someone Saitama had met before, Mosquito-Girl. After that was a metallic-armored being which was covered in so many armor plates Satiama couldn't tell what animal this was based off. Only when Saitama saw that the posture was strange and looked like a gorilla, only then did Saitama notice it WAS a gorilla, since on one metal-plate there was a stamp which read 'Armored-Gorilla-MKII'.
Beside the gorilla, and the biggest of them all, was lion-like being which wore a black shirt seemingly made of animal furs, and a leopard-skin cloth around his waist. He also had large bracelets on both his wrists and ankles, and a large belt with a lion-head on it, which was supported by chains.
"Remember, I don't want any deaths. No killing whatsoever, and you subjects, if you kill him, I will personally oversee your executions, all of you, while I flood the entire chamber with Carbon Monoxide. And if that doesn't do it, I'll flood in Sulfuric Acid to ensure none of you are leaving alive. Oh, and Saitama, if you end up killing them... well, it's just an accident. I'll just have to cut your pay." Genus said over the intercom.
"Well isn't that somewhat biased?" Kamakyuri said sarcastically.
"It doesn't matter. Remember, everyone in order, and finally, everyone will attack Saitama all at once." Genus said. "Is that alright with you, Saitama?"
"That's fine. I mean, I was expecting needing blood samples or whatever. A fight? This'll be easy." Saitama said.
"Oh, well aren't you the confident one?" Beast King said disdainfully. He didn't even put him in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter. Let's go, then." Saitama said.
"By the way, the more efficiently you dispatch them, the more you get paid. Think of it as a bonus." Genus said through the intercom once more. "Also, same thing applies to the rest of you. If you manage to defeat him, I'll grant you one request. As long as it doesn't cost too much. And as long as it isn't too hard to obtain, either. And no, I'm not granting you people to kill or test out your skills against, Beast King. Your blood-lust is uncontrollable as is."
"Tch, well that's unfair." Beast King snorted.
"Well, I'm up first. I'm actually pretty weak compared to everyone else, so please go easy one me." Slugerous raised his hand, as he introduced himself.
"Alright then." Saitama simply said, as he took off his tie and jacket and folded them nicely. The two of them then headed for the center of the room where they would spar.
"Okay... I've done this before. Remember. Give him a splitting headache to confuse him, and then place him in a chokehold. I may be one of the scouts, but I'll show I'm not that much of a pushover! I'll show them-" Slugerous's thought process was then interrupted by a punch to his gut that knocked him out cold.
"Eww. I definitely expected this, but gross..." Saitama said, looking at his black military-gloved fist which was covered in slime.
"He moves fast." Armored Gorilla commented.
"Yes. And he didn't actually punch, either. He just placed his fist in that position before moving." Beast King also commented. Then there was a smile on his face. "Well, he's not a pushover, at least."
"Also, where'd he get those gloves?" Kamakyuri asked.
"Oh, I usually keep these military-gloves just in case I need to kill something and the blood goes all over the place. Blood and guts on your hands aren't pleasant." Saitama responded.
"Huh, he heard me from quite far away. Well, it's nothing that he heard it, but rather it's impressive that he managed to hear enough of my sentence." Kamakyuri added.
"Well, I'm up." Frog-Man said, walking towards Saitama.
As he arrived within 3 meters of Saitama, he unsheathed his tanto which glistened strangely. Normal blades were grey-ish or silver in color. Metallic in general. His tanto was spotted with a sheen of green and a hue of blue. (Intentional rhyming which took like 30 minutes to think up)
"You're pretty nice, waiting for me to unsheathe my blade." Frog-Man said, taking a basic sword stance.
"Well, it seemed like a jerk to attack someone before they're even ready. Also that guy was because he was covered in slime. I know he's a slug, but I'd like to not get dirty. That's the main reason I took off my tie and my suit's jacket.
"Well, my sword's covered in a poison I secreted myself through my hands, which is over 20 times more toxic than a poison-dart-frog's poison." Frog-Man said, shaking his blade a little which dripped some of the poison onto the floor.
"Here I come!" Frog-Man said, rushing towards Saitama and as it looked like the blade was about to hit him, the vision of Frog-Man grew dim, and then, dark.
"He dodged with minimal effort. Is he a martial artist or something?" Kamakyuri asked.
"Who knows. Also, he didn't punch this time, either. He just let the momentum of Frog-Man do the work." Beast-Man commented. "Is it Aikido?"
"Oh, yeah. Everyone in the company gets free self-defense lessons as some benefits. I just asked for something which required the least amount of work, and then they suggested Aikido. It's not really combat, but it's helpful for avoiding attacks and... well, controlling my strength overall." Saitama replied.
"Hmm. You may have taken the two of them down, but they're the weakest of us! Now, you'll be fighting on of the actual combat-ready ones! Me!" Kamakyuri said, readying his claws.
"Okay. And since you're not slimy or anything, the gloves aren't necessary." Saitama said, taking off his gloves. But halfway, Kamakyuri took the initiative to attack first, clawing horizontally. Saitama stepped back with minimal effort, just barely dodging the claw.
"Tch! My surprise attack had no effect!" Kamakyuri said angrily.
"Aikido often teaches about being wary against surprise attacks, so that's-" And Saitama was cut short by another swing of Kamakyuri's blade-arms.
"Rude. But still, thanks for closing the distance, I guess." Saitama then responded with a kick to Kamakyuri's chest, which sent him flying back. As Kamakyuri struggled to get up, he spat out greenish-blood, and passed out from the shock.
"Well, the leg muscles are one of the strongest muscles in the body, and they're 3 to 4 times stronger than arms. I guess it makes sense. Dr Genus even stated that he's no ordinary man." Armored Gorilla said, looking at Kamakyuri's unconscious body.
"Hmph. Mosquito-Girl, you're up." Beast King said, looking at Mosquito-Girl.
She silently floated to Saitama, and then, attacked with a swift rush out of nowhere.
"She's still harboring that grudge since then, huh?" Beast King said with a snort. Sure, he was a bit skeptical about how this ordinary fellow managed to down the blood-empowered Mosquito-Girl, since if she has enough blood and manages to transform, she could give him some trouble.
"You only managed to take me down because I let my guard down! If I was allowed to kill you I'd suck out every bit of your blood!" She yelled out in anger.
"Really. You'd think a former assassin would be more composed, but not her." Beast King laughed.
"A former assassin? Enlighten me, if you will." Armored Gorilla said.
"Well, you know that some of us are mutated by splicing human DNA with those of other animals, right? Well, me, Mosquito-Girl, and Carnage Kabuto were actually mutated from humans." Beast King explained.
"From what I gathered, she was a former assassin who was capable of infiltrating the most guarded of mansions and kill without leaving a trace. Sometimes she'd disguise herself, and get close to her target. A teacher, janitor, prostitute, hell, even as a student, she can disguise herself as almost any and every employment type. Sometimes she's a hot secretary. Sometimes she's a poor woman who's taken up prostitution as a means of living. Sometimes she's your average high-school student or college student."
"But after a botched job where the client ratted on her, as her anonymous client this time was her very target himself. She was then taken to a women's prison where she attempts to escape. After almost 7 times where she escaped, they were tempted into just giving her the death-sentence and be done with it, but then Dr Genus appeared like a miracle, offering to take away criminals on the death-penalty." Beast King finished.
"I see. And what of you and Carnage Kabuto?" Armored Gorilla asked.
"Well, I was a gang leader turned mob-boss, former A-Class criminal 'The Lion'. Trust me, the fact that I am now a lion is NOT a coincidence. I just joked with the doctor about 'why not just mutate me into a lion, since my nickname was already 'The Lion'?"
"...And there's how I mutated into the 2nd strongest fighter in the House Of Evolution." Beast King said, with a hint of pride.
"You don't seem disturbed at the fact you're now a large humanoid lion." Armored Gorilla stated.
"Back then my only real pursuit was power. In fact, all the pain form the mutations were worth it. This power is awesome!" Beast King then raised his fist in pride.
"I see the lion always has it's pride, huh?" Armored Gorilla joked.
"Yep. Anyway, about Carnage Kabuto..." Beast King started, then went silent.
"...That freak? What was he as a human? Did the blood-lust and apparent insanity come from his time as a human?" Armored Gorilla asked.
"Hmph. Yes. When I was in jail, he was even my cell-mate! Now, as a human, I boast about my physical strength a lot. Before I turned into a thug, I used to be the Junior-Heavyweight Champion in high-school! But all it takes is one bad night and an accidental killing, my boxing career was over."
"But you see, Carnage Kabuto was before this, just average-looking, like he didn't belong. I even wondered what he was doing in there? I was in a Maximum-Security prison where the worst of the worst ended up, only slightly behind Smelly-Lid Prison. Everyone there was either a hardened killer, or a dangerous psychopath. I never really bothered him, since even though I was a mob-boss, I never disturbed anyone who doesn't get in my way."
"During lunchtime, he'd constantly get bullied by everyone else. I mean, I never tried defending him, since we get out of each other's way. Also, the strange thing was, he smiled, even while he was bullied. When he was punched, he smiled. When he was given extra work by the guards who also took part in the bullying? He smiled. When the prisoners took his food and dumped it on his head? He smiled. And guess what, when he was practically drowned by other inmates in our cell's toilet... He. Smiled."
"I always thought that he was probably some guy who was innocent and accused of something he didn't do, which was why he smiles constantly, like he thinks, 'I'll get out one day, then I'll show these bastards!' At least, that's what I wanted to think. But on the 13th of August, more than a whole month since we first got in, I learnt why he was really here."
"Why? What happened?" Armored Gorilla asked.
"Exactly 44 days after he was first transferred there, he killed everyone who messed with him. Even the guards." Beast King said solemnly.
"How?"
"During lunch, everyone was bullying him, as usual. But at 1:11 p.m, he first killed the biggest person who was bulling him with a jab of the plastic fork straight into his eye, and right afterwards, he took it out, and started chewing the eyeball. Disgusting. Some guards took out their batons and attempted to stop him, but all they did was give him a weapon. He disarmed him by breaking a guard's hand, and after the baton was acquired, it was a straight-up slaughterfest. I was there, too. Almost 80% of the entire cafeteria was killed. He could even dodge bullets. But not after they were fired. He wasn't superhuman. At least, nothing known."
"After that, I wanted to asked why he was really there. No guard would answer, since they didn't know, either. But then, the prison warden came for a visit. He was a very friendly man, wearing a grey suit and blue tie every time he comes to visit. A psychopath. Every time he strikes up a conversation, 3 minutes in, he starts taking out a knife, and starts to sharpen it against the prison bars. No one messes with him."
"I asked him, who is this man?" Beast King then heaved a sigh.
"He replied, 'Why, the most dangerous man in the entire prison! We didn't know who we could pair him up with as a cell-mate, so the second most-dangerous person in the prison makes sense!'. I then learnt he was a total madman. Carnage Kabuto was a serial killer which would be completely nice, but those who ever did something bad to him, like a mugging or harassment, 44 days later, they were all killed."
"The worst was when he entered a Yakuza group, completely unarmed. He also came out, completely unarmed, and unharmed. But the inside was a gruesome scene. Apparently their boss had bumped into him 44 days ago and had shoved him into a puddle of dirt. That was under some eyewitness accounts. Well, the boss's body had his arms amputated, and in his stomach were traces of cyanide."
"The warden just straight up handed me this information while we were having a little chat. I even asked him, 'how strong are you'? He said he could kill 20 men in a room armed with only a knife, whereas everyone else had a gun. I then asked, 'how about him'? And pointed to Carnage Kabuto."
"His jolly and cheerful mood then turned solemn, as he silently said, 'If I could kill 20 men armed with guns as I am armed with a knife, he can kill 100 of me as I am armed with swords and guns, and he, with nothing.' After that visit he never talked to me again."
"That's quite the story, huh?" Armored Gorilla said.
"Yep. But enough about that. What's taking so long?" Beast King said, looking at the two fight. Then they realized, Saitama wasn't fighting back. He was simply dodging the claw attacks with such minimal effort it appeared as if he was phasing through them. And as time went on Mosquito-Girl's attacks became sluggish as compared to her earlier rush in the beginning.
"Not a lot of chances to practice Aikido since I don't expect to get into a fight very often, so I'm just taking my time on this one." Saitama replied. And as Mosquito-Girl's final claw attack landed on solid ground, she fell down, exhausted. All Saitama did was a light chop to her neck again, and then she was out.
"Well, then it's my turn-" Armored Gorilla wanted to say, but then was interrupted by Genus over the intercom.
"Change of plans. Everyone evacuate the room immediately. Carnage Kabuto will be coming in person."
Chapter 4 is finalized! (After painful amounts of re-working the entire plot-line, that is) Let me know of your comments on this chapter. Also, there's more information below.
1) I will try to stick to the canon as much as possible, so there will definitely be deaths. I'm not going to go the full-pacifist wussy-writer route and leave everyone alive. But, if it makes the story more interesting and won't impact with it much, I'll try to leave them alive. As shown above.
2) Saitama got his job 365 days after he started training.
3) This chapter is late because I accidentally went a little too far with playing CS:GO. I usually finish writing the story late at night (I'm in Singapore currently, not native) So I decided to leave it for the next day. Meh, it's not much, after all, I am uploading this currently at (03:27) a.m, so it's something.
