After the crowd had been advised to disappear from the yard, the Blizzard group had decided to look for Saitama; assuming that he had not partaken in the duel due to his fear of getting hurt – or worse: killed.

As they entered the hall again, several explosions echoed outside, displaying once again how dangerous the fight between Genos and Sonic was for the watching people.

"He possesses such strength," Lily commented with an exciting voice; although a small amount of fear ran through her voice.

"Indeed . . . ," Fubuki muttered, fully concentrated on the task of finding the bald man. After some minutes of unsuccessful searching, the group decided to split; while Fubuki and her female companion eyed every passing person in the ballroom, the others detected a rather unfamiliar and extraordinary scene outside the mansion. Not a moment later, Mountain Ape returned to them – out of breath and confused of the newest information he had gained.

"Lady . . . Zeniru is defeated."

"I beg your pardon? How?"

He heaved a sigh, steading himself on the wall of the room, "King fought him, probably for the baldy man's protection."

"So, he has the nerve to ask someone else to fight for him?" the Esper murmured with a scowl, "Show me."

"How is this even possible?" Fubuki whispered as her eyes analysed the scene in front of her: An unconscious Zeniru, a rather stern looking King and no traces of a duel that had endured more than five minutes. She glanced back to the tall blonde man who had not dared to move ever since the murmuring party had detected him.

At first the crowd was perplex at this outcome, before their enraged comments increased. "He has defeated him without considering his own position."

"What about that baldy? Where is he?"

"Wait!" Another person interrupted the negative atmosphere. "What is that?" He pointed at a dark leather bag next to Zeniru, before a new wave of gaps echoed through the mass again.

"Weapons!"

Fubuki raised a brow, "So that is how he was capable of defeating all his former enemies."

The guards of the house approached them – with the intention of taking King into custody, but as they eyed the collection of weapons, they stopped their movements.

"He could have killed and hurt the guests," one of them whispered causing the mass of people around them to exclaim their fear.

"S-so . . . he saved us?"

At this, every present regarded the confused King – although his demeanour was still neutral – before breaking out in a cheering crowd.

"He saved us!" They chanted in union leaving King in a state of confusion; he was uncertain of this development and feared that people would start to see him as their saviour – something he definitely was not. 'What the deuce did just happen?' he silently mused, sharing the same questioning thought as the Blizzard Group.

The gathering around the new proclaimed saviour celebrated and thanked him. The Blizzard Group was still extremely surprised by the change of atmosphere, with the exception of Fubuki, who was irritated by this discovery. "How . . . this badly where is he?" she whispered and was left unheard by the rest of her team as her feet took her back to the door of the mansion. The black-haired women would find him – her stubbornness was reckless and he would face it fully, if he wanted to or not.

Not a lot of people were present in that area of the mansion where she was; most of them must have heard of King's convenient victory. "What if he had gone back?"

She thought it would be logic; when he returned to the original fight between his second and Sonic. If he was aware of his friend's strength, then he would be protected by him; if not then walking back to that dangerous battle would be a suicide mission for the bald man.

Fubuki almost arrived at the scene but was abruptly stopped when someone bumped into her.

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For almost half an hour, Saitama was walking aimlessly through the mansion; he had absolutely no idea where he had to go. All he wanted was returning back to Genos and ending that duel . . . And maybe eating a small piece of cake. "Where am I?" He asked himself as he observed the decorations around him and suspected that he had already seen that enormous clockwork on the wall ten minutes ago – it was impossible to forget such a great amount of clogs in a clock.

Only as another explosion interrupted his thoughts, Saitama was certain where he needed to go – only to run into someone he had only seen hours ago.

"Sorry, Miss."

To his dismay, this excuse was not accepted by the addressed woman, as her piercing green eyes were glaring at him. Saitama was not aware that she was irritated by his behaviour – she thought that he was a coward, was disrespectful towards her and the mere fact that she was looking for him for more than half an hour was fuelling her anger.

"Excuse me, but who do you think you are?"

Although it was an ironic question, Saitama sincerely answered the question.

"I am Saitama." He was not certain if he should reach her his hand; in all honesty, the man was completely unaware of the formal addressing of royal society.

"I don't want to know who you are!" she called out.

Saitama shrugged his shoulders, "Than why did you ask me?"

"B-But I did not!" Fubuki was slowly losing her patience with him.

"Oh . . . All right."

He smiled before passing her; the sound of the fight was getting clearer.

"W-What!? You cannot just go to that battle! What happened to the duellist? Did you run away!?"

Ignoring the fussing Lady, he fastened his pace, nearing the yard; he was not worried about her words but about Genos setting everything on fire. The bald man did not have any money to pay for the damage his blonde friend would cause. This seemed to be an expensive mansion after all. If their duel would continue, Saitama would have difficulties of paying for the repairs.

"Hey! I am talking to you, baldy!"

Saitama twitched lightly; it was the only insult that really unnerved him. He hated that name, especially if people thought they could use it for addressing him.

Nonetheless, he proceeded in his task of finishing Genos' fight.

Fubuki was enraged by his ignorance; he disregarded her words and walked to the yard where death would await him – she was certain of it. She hated the fact that she had a higher rank than him and he completely ignored it; or that he seemed to irritate her every time she was near him. But mostly she hated the fact that once again a man thought he could treat her the way he wanted to – although in Saitama's case, this was not true, he did not know how his innocent actions affected her and how she misinterpreted everything he did. This led her to react in a manner most were afraid of: she used her powers to attack him.

She raised small objects in the air to demonstrate her ability – and hoped to see a shocked expression on his face. His reaction was rather plain, a small "oh" left his lips, causing her body to furiously answer his unimpressive comment.

Within a second, Saitama was faced with statues, glasses and several other pieces that were in the same room. Fubuki was certain that the man was overwhelmed by her attack, even if he had only shown a small reaction. 'Maybe he was speechless?' she thought.

"Are you afraid?"

Among the hovering items, she had managed to direction food at Saitama, who was now more shocked than before.

"No, but how can you waste this in that attack?" He replied, pointing to a piece of cake that had just hit the wall behind him.

"E-excuse me?" she stammered with widened eyes; Fubuki was more than flabbergasted. She was attacking him and he was talking about food. Again.

"Are you mocking me!?" Fubuki's patience had reached its limits; her arms moved upwards, the objects around her mimicking her hands' movements.

"I am strong and you are clearly mocking me!"

The flying objects were reflecting her emotions as they attacked Saitama, who was rather confused by her emotional outburst. Even if she increased the speed of her attacks, he was able to dodge all of the items that were supposed to hit him. Unfortunately, this act caused the woman to grow angrier.

"You think you can fight me!? You were not able to fight in the duel!" Even if she mouthed these words, she was uncertain about them herself, because Saitama was perfectly capable of fighting her, seeing how he was not once hit by her attacks. The main question that plagued her mind was the thought of why he was not fighting back.

"Why are you in hysterics?" he asked out loud, fuelling Fubuki's rage.

Despite the flying objects that were aimed at him, Saitama did not completely comprehend the reason for her small tantrum. Nonetheless he refused to attack or hurt her in any kind. He was not the person to carry out such actions, even if he was the one being attacked.

Between floating food and tables, both moved through the room not noticing that the two had reached the yard, where Genos was still battling.

" . . . The world has gone mad," a guard of the mansion murmured. He was hidden behind a pillar, watching the two fights with great fear. The poor man was witnessing battles in which the word "strength" was an understatement and he would have to clean that mess later.


[A/N: Sorry for not posting this chapter yesterday, I had no time to do so :O ]

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