A/N: hey guys just reminding you that this is my fic. Don't like, don't read. Oh oh oh! Saitama is IMMUNE to the espers' prowess here. He just gets blown away when he allows it. I mean, despite our hero's kind heart, he's still looking for a challenge and usually leaves himself open. This chapter is still day 3 by the way.

Aww I miss Genos too. Don't worry. He'll be back as soon as the esper drama is over.

I don't own One Punch Man, Naruto or Spongebob.

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Zombieman Part 3

The zombie's conclusion

The bald man gave a dry chuckle. "maaan, you wouldn't believe me."

"Believe what?" the leader of the Blizzard group suddenly butted in panting. "I'm sorry, onee-san needed to speak with me about something." Her breathing slowly steadied, "Um...I'm sorry, was I interrupting something private?" she asked the two males who were now looking up at her from their bench.

"Ah not really." The jacketed bald man said. Now that she looked at him, the yellow non-hoodie jacket zipped up until his neck suited him well.

"I was just asking Saitama-san how he got so strong." Zombieman shrugged. The man wore brown pants, navy blue t shirt and dirty white trench coat reaching down at the back of his knees, with unfolded collar.

That statement caught the newcomer's attention indeed. How did Saitama get so strong? She suddenly had the embarrasing urge to check out all the muscles in his body. "Oh? I'd like to know too. Would you guys mind if I join you?" the woman wore a black fitting sleeveless dress reaching up to her ankles. It has one high cut slit on the side of her right leg showing her stockings. Kinda like her normal dress, just sleeveless and jewelry-less.

"Not at all." The baldy nonchalantly replied and moved so that she can have a spot in the bench that he and Zombieman were occupying. "so you'd like to know too, huh?" the esper and the undead stared expectatnly at the man between them. Who is now staring at the setting sun crashing in the orange horizon. He had a faraway look on his face.

His secret. He's willing to share his secret with this guy? They just met like 2 days ago. And they're not even friends! Fubuki thought.

Hmm.. I'm surprised he hasn't told this woman yet. Aren't they involved with each other romantically? Hopefully, she won't take it against me that I'm interrupting their 'not-date' ... I'll apologize later.. "you were saying, Saitama-san?" the zombie urged.

"Ah yeah. Alright. I trained hard."

That's all?! The two other heroes thought.

"What kind of t-t-training r-r-regimen did you have?" the zombie spluttered.

"oh." The A class hero sheepishly said., "Well if you'd like to do the same, you must stuck up with it, no matter how hard. I was able to get this strong in three years." He looked serious.

Both B class and S class heroes tensed. Ears and brain ready.

Saitama stood up and faced them, he was about three feet in front of them. He raised his hands and placed them it on his hips. "100 PUSH UPS. 100 SIT UPS. 100 SQUATS AND 10 KM RUNNING EVERY SINGLE DAY!"

A/N: LoL I can still imagine his face in the anime, sorry just had to do it guys.

"It goes without saying that you have to eat three meals a day. But in the mornings, a banana should be fine." The baldy seemed unfazed at their unbelieving expressions. "Another rule is to never use your AC be it summer or winter, to mentally strengthen yourself." Pleased with his very effective regimen, "at first, It'll be tough as hell and you start thinking that taking a day off isn't a big deal. But I didn't. In order to become a strong hero I didn't stop even when my whole body was in pain and I was spitting blood. Even when my legs felt heavy and refused to moved, I kept doing squats. Even when my arms started making strange clicking noises, I continued doing push ups. After about a year and a half... I noticed 2 changes about myself." A pregnant pause. "I have become stronger... and bald."

Fubuki's eyes couldn't possibly go any wider.

"So in short, train so hard that you think you'll lose your mind... or possibly die." The baldy continued.

Fubuki's eyes were now twitching. Violently. Same with her metacarpals.

"That is the only way to become strong." Saitama finished, looking triumphant.

"BULLSHIT!" Fubuki roared. She had Iruka's big-head-no-jutsu.

"I told ya you wouldn't believe—" "I believe you." Zombieguy interrupted our favorite bald hero. "Dr. Genus informed me that you were a nobody. A common life, no special qualities whatsoever. A simple ordinary person who surpassed his limits. Through. Efforts. Alone." The undead needn't mention the limiter being broken. He couldn't trust the man not to check where how and when he broke his limiter if he misunderstood. Heck the guy might run to the hospital in panic for all he knows. And besides, he didn't trust himself to be able to explain as well as the doctor did. He didn't want to confuse the poor baldy any further.

Blizzard was speechless.

The zombie continued, "I know you were there too, Fubuki-san. you saw how undeniably absurd his strength was. He flipped piles and piles of rubbles to the stratosphere like spongebob flipping krabby patties. He dealth with that Garou like a teacher dealing with a delinquent pre school. He didn't break a sweat while all of us S class heroes present had our faces buried in the dirt. Even Tatsumaki-san, despite her strings of obscenities towards Saitama-san cannot deny his insurmountable strength."

Zombieman looked down, "it was awe-inspiring... and at the same time, frightening. I was just thankful that he was on our side."

The raven haired woman tried to say something but nothing came out. She just opened her mouth, closed it and imitated a fish out of the water.

"Thank you for the information Saitama-san. it is well noted. However I do not believe that I'd be able to do the same. I won't be able to achieve your strength the way you did. Your level will be impossible for me to reach." He looked at the caped baldy who has now resumed sitting amidst them.

"You see, I was confined for quite a while in the House of evolution. I was formerly called experiment # 66. The first successful attempt at reaching immortality. You can scatter my grey matter and I'll still live. Dismember me and I'll just regenerate. If I recieve heavy damages to my body, my regeneration may take a while but as sure as the sun will rise, I will surely survive. Even the harshest conditions." The non decaying corpse looked straight ahead. Towards the sky.

"By training your body, your muscles break down and repair themselves so that they'll be able to adapt to the strain that you have been burdening it with. That's why training makes one stronger. It will also hone your speed and reflexes via the same process. The body is adapting to the strain. Whether the brain likes it or not. Because adapting is necessary for our body, as an organism, to survive. Mine, however does not. My muscles will tear away itself if it cannot bear the strain and my body will just replace the torn muscles. The process will becomea cycle if you place me inside a harsh environment such as inside a volcano. but of course, that does not mean that I'm immune to pain."

"I see." The A class rank 39 hero understood. This one is like Genos. First, the two of them give reaaaaally lengthy talks. And second, their bodies have been tampered upon so they can no longer adapt to a change in situation that their body is subjected to. That's why they resort to modifying whatever weapons or techniquesthat they have in their arsenal. "but your brain isn't a muscle, right?"

Zonbiman froze.

"but your brain isn't a muscle, right?"

"but your brain isn't a muscle, right?"

"Oi Fubuki, could you gather the kids? We'll head home and prepare dinner. Biz is waiting, y'know."

His voice sounded so nonchalant. So passive. Bored, even. So calm yet it has an air of authority coating it. She couldn't find the will to disobey. "Alright." She stood and called out to Hana.

"hey," Saitama slugged the zombie's shoulder. Like a super duper light tap. "I bet the kids would appreciate it if you'd join us for dinner... just don't make it like ..everyday. Don't be a freeloader like King, alright?"

"the kids?" this man has... children?

"Chichi-ue, please forgive the intrusion, but haha-ue informed me that we'll be heading home?" a blonde boy wearing a middle school uniform approached the bald man.

"Ah yes Hono. By the way, this is Zombidude. He's a hero too. And he'll be joining us for dinner." The father introduced. "Zombie guy, this is Hono."

The blonde boy bowed, "Pleased to meet you Zombiedude-ojiisan."

(oji -san is uncle; ojii -san is old man)

"Gimme ma mommy!" a toddler yelled.

"No Yuki-chan.. P-p-lease don't bother okaa-sama" the girl holding said toddler replied.

"yeah! Stay with Hana-chan! Miss Mokm had been carrying you forever!" Rai yelled.

"AAAA! Y-Yuki-chaaan... Please don't pull m-m-y h-hair.." the poor girl was on the verge of tears.

The three normal looking kids were arguing. They were informed earlier by Hono that their mom is not yet married to their dad. So she's not yet their OFFICIAL mother and thus, they have no right to expect her to take care of them like her real children.

They were sad yes, Hana understood that finding a mother is hard and Rai just didn't want to bother their not-official-mom. Who knows? If they behave well enough, maybe she'd decide to be their mom. FOR REAL. But Yuki insisted that she is his mommy. And so, by his logic, he deserved to be carried by her.

"Stop fighting!" Fubuki told them. "ugh. Let me have Yuki-chan Hana."

"Mooommmmy!" the boy shouted full of glee. And this boy had a very very suspicious resemblance to Fubuki herself.

"h-h-ello Otou-sama, w-w-e ave returned." The white haired girl greeted Saitama and glanced shyly at Zombieman.
"yay! Daddy!" the mini-Fubuki jumped at the bald man.

"..."

SINCE WHEN?!

Was all Zombieman could think of. Sooo that's why he said they weren't dating. No point in it if you're already married. The other three may look adopted, but the little one is definitely theirs. DEFINITELY. No wonder Tatsumaki-san hated this guy.

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A/N: thanks for reading.