Chapter Twelve: Boom


The Director wasn't sure what the fuck Bofoy was doing.

"Is he insane? There are civilians down there!" He watched as countless amount of missiles and explosives were dropped down from the sky, coating the ground in a lake of fie and debris. "My God, he's really not holding back..."

"Sir, Bofoy did sent out an emergency alert and told the civilians to evacuate," Chijimatsu replied. "Right around the time the villain... split the heavens." She shivered when she said that, something that the Director could not blame her for. The image that the Association satellites sent him when that punch resonated throughout the building shook him to the core: where once there were clouds covering the entirely of Earth's surface, there was now a large, almost continent sized gap in the sky that stretched across the circumference of the planet. A single flick of the finger caused that.

The Director did not want to think about what might have happened had the villain been aiming for the Earth instead of the clouds.

Muto shuttered, his hands shaking the tiniest bit as he tapped on the screen in his hands. "It should be against the law to be that strong."

If only it was. "Still, he didn't give them nearly enough time. There is a high possibility that people are getting caught in the crossfire. No, wait, it's almost a certainty at this point, considering the mount of firepower he's been using. Have you sent word to his communication systems?"

His female secretary was frantically tapping on a screen. "Yes sir, but it seems he is ignoring them. I haven't been getting a response."

"Perfect. Of course Bofoy chooses now of all times to go rogue." He ran his hands though his hair. "What about Tornado? Is she coming yet?"

Mato shook his head. "No sir. She stated that she was occupied with something important. Said it needed all her attention."

The Director wanted to tear his hair out. "What could be more important than a man who can split the sky apart knocking on our Goddamn doorstep?"

"She didn't say, sir."

"Of course she didn't," he sarcastically replied. "Chijimatsu, how are you doing on transferring all our records and information?"

"It's going to take a while, sir." She frowned down at the screen, numbers and files flickering faster than most could track. "Several hours at the least. Do you want me to try and get in contact with more heroes?"

An explosion came from outside the building, strong enough the shake the ground they were standing on. The Director watched as the high impact glass - glass strong enough to take on rapid fire missiles and not gain so much as a scratch - shattered into a million pieces. The three Association members ducked down underneath their desks, doing their absolute best to avoid the wave of glass. The Director looked up from where he was covering his head and was somewhat surprised to note that his two secretaries were still tapping away at the screens.

Definitely deserve a raise. Maybe two if we get out of this in one piece.

"Yes. Contact as many heroes as you possibly can. We need all the help we can get if we want to avoid this disaster."


Saitama brushed the dust from his cape.

"God, this is gonna take so much soap to wash. And I just cleaned it last night too." He wiped the soot from his eyes and stared up at the bulky robot that was hovering overhead. Surrounding the robot were hundreds if not thousands of robots, each carrying their own missiles and ammunition. As he watched, a good portion of the robots were dropping spent shells and reloading. "I wonder how much that stuff cost. Are there coupons or sales for this those types of things?"

Almost as though he had heard him, the missiles rained down from above once more.

"Definitely should have stayed in bed, today."


The hero known as Metal Knight - but commonly called Doctor Bofoy - stared at the footage his remote drone was giving him.

The Blue Tracker. Facial analysis shows a 90% match with a man known only as Saitama, a former businessman who went missing some three years ago. No family members, no friends. Lives in isolation in the broken down part of City Z. Went bald at some point, or shaved his head. More likely the latter, as his records show the man is in his mid twenties and that his family does not have a history of baldness in their family tree.

At some point in that three years period, this Saitama person got strong. Incredibly so. It was possible that it was a genetic enhancement of some sort, though he wasn't aware of any scientists who had the skill or resources to create one such as him. The House of Evolution were known to use animals more often than not, and most other scientist groups put heavy emphasis on technology and mechanics rather than biological enhancements.

Maybe the man did this to himself? A hidden genius maybe? His previous school records only show sub-par intelligence, though it was entirely possible that he was faking for some reason.

Perhaps he had a superhuman ability of some sort? Maybe he was a latent ESPer with a heavy emphasis on physical manipulations? Though in his experience most ESPers had an "aura" of sorts that was evident every time they used their powers. Perhaps he was skilled enough to hide it...

Of course, there was the possibility that the man trained to become strong, but it was a laughable theory. No one could become that strong, that quickly, all by their own with no outside efforts. It simply was not possible.

Bofoy was brought out of his thoughts when frantic bleeping starting coming from the monitor. He watched as the drone - along with the thousands of tiny drones that came along with it - were brutally destroyed in a single punch. Said punch emitted a shockwave strong enough to blow away the clouds, as well as once again split the sea.

A quickly typed out report from another monitor showed that the shockwave somehow managed to push past Earth's gravity and hit one of his remote controlled satellites. Said satellite was sent careening towards a small island off the coast of Pangaea at Mach speeds, before promptly landing and causing the island to sink through the sheer force of the crash.

All that destruction from a single punch. And if his hunch was right, then this Saitama man was still holding back somewhat. After all, it only took a single flick of the finger to split the sky.

It intrigued the doctor, and for a moment he considered coming in contact with the man so that they could possibly negotiate a trade of some sort. But Bofoy checked himself; it wouldn't do for a "hero" to associate with villainous mass murderers. The Association would sure to cut his funding.

Clearly there was another power at work here. Something was making this man strong, strong enough that mere shockwaves were enough to defy the laws of physics and cause untold amounts of destruction. It was his duty, not only as a "hero" but as a scientist, to find out what secrets that man was holding. No matter what it took.

The scientist studied the static monitor for a moment, before sending out another drone to intercept the one known as Saitama. Maybe if he was subtle, he could get a blood sample...


All across the continent news about the latest catastrophe was spreading.

Newscasters talked about the most recent villain going up against S-Class heroes. People gawked up at the cloudless sky and shivered as the sounds of combat that they could hear from miles away. Panic and fear were rampant across the cities as people from City A and even from City B did their utmost best to get out of the way of the combat zone.

And all the while, heroes were called to attention with a simple message sent to every possible communication device. From phones, to old fashioned beepers, to emails - this message was repeated to all.

All heroes report to the Association HQ immediately for combat. Possible God-level threat inbound.