Italics: Character Thoughts

Saitama's life began to settle down for a while. After all, since he became an S-Class hero, there was no need to go outside to search for trouble. As he predicted, Genos came to his apartment a few days later carrying a massive bag over his shoulder.

Damn it. Of course he's here.

"May I live here?" Genos asked casually.

Saitama sighed. "Sure, put your stuff over there."

"I have rent money. I wish to compensate you for your generosity to your undeserving disciple. I will not let you down!" promised Genos.

Fuck! I actually don't have a single thing to teach him, so it feels wrong to play the master. I need to think of something! He's a damn cyborg, so I can't offer him any physical training!

"Saitama sensei! Since I am now living here, I am looking very forward to our lessons. Shall we begin now?"

Shit! I need to remember what I said last time! I think something about getting into Top 10 in S-Class… Whatever! I'll just spout some bullshit from my head.

"Genos! My strong desire to be a hero led me to train and get strong. Maybe if you too live as if aiming for the heights of herodom, something will change." Saitama said."To put it bluntly, since you're a cyborg, physical training would be useless. So I believe you may be able to get stronger simply with the right attitude. In other words, train your spirit before worrying about strength through power and technology. Aim to make the top ten of the Class-S ranking. That is the right training for now!"

Surprisingly, the words Saitama stringed together was enough to inspire the blonde cyborg. Genos immediately pulled out his diary and began writing everything Saitama said from memory.

Phew! Good enough for him. I should probably take a walk and find some monsters to kill. Maybe they'll raise my pay and I can move out.

"Sensei! I forgot to mention that I needed to give you an emergency transmitter. This is in case a threat is too powerful for A-Class, and they need backup from S-Class immediately," Genos explained while handing the little device to Saitama.

"Oh, thanks. I guess this will do for now. Genos, I'm going to go out for a walk. Hold down the fort."

"Yes, sensei!"

Saitama, overwhelmed with the new change in pace, was grateful for the calm stroll. He was wearing his oppai hoodie this time instead of his yellow jumpsuit as he didn't expect to get attacked. Overall, it was a peaceful day. He only saw a couple people along the sidewalk, and the shops weren't busy. He was glad he didn't have to fulfill weekly quotas like last time.

Unfortunately for Saitama, however, his tranquil walk would not last long.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the new S-Class hero. A pleasure to meet you," a feminine voice said from behind Saitama.

The caped baldy turned around to see a young woman with turquoise eyes and black hair. Behind her were two men, one with long eyelashes and one who looked like a gorilla.

"Who are you guys supposed to be?" Saitama asked.

"You don't know? We're the Blizzard Bunch, a faction of B-Class heroes," the lady answered, smiling.

"I'm an S-Class, though. What do you want with me?"

"I heard that you lived in Z-City. At first, I thought you were going to be tough to find but here you are, standing right in front of me wearing an offensive hoodie," said Fubuki. "To put it bluntly, we want you to join our faction."

"Yeah, but you just said that only B-Class joined your group. So why me?"

The man with the long eyelashes smirked. "First, you should treat Lady Fubuki with more respect. To answer your question, we know you're a fraud. Everyone in the Hero Association is talking about you, about how you cheated on the test. It's a fucking miracle that you got into S-Class. You shouldn't even be in the Hero Association, you bastard. Consider yourself lucky that Lady Fubuki wishes you to-!"

"Exploding Shurikens!"

Suddenly, two shurikens exploded on both the gorilla man and the eyelash man's chest, knocking them out instantly. Saitama groaned.

"You better leave, lady. This guy is just a fucking pain in the ass," Saitama said to Fubuki, who was to busy trying to tend to their wounds.

"Saitama. Today, I'm gonna kill y…!" Sonic said.

"You again? How many times are you going to attack me?" Satiama interrupted.

"I have only attacked you once in the past!" Sonic sputtered.

I forgot. I went back in time, so I have to deal with him again. God!

Fubuki was just staring at the ninja, absolutely in awe with his power. Already, she could sense his incredible malice. His aura was oozing with combat ability, and she could tell immediately that the ninja had the skills to be an S-Class hero.

"Saitama, you need to leave! I'll call backup immediately. This man is dangerous!" Fubuki warned. "Now's not the time to play hero, especially since you're just a fraud!"

A group of people began to crowd at the scene. Some began muttering to each other while others were taking pictures of the wounded heroes.

"Nah, I'm gonna be fine. Just go home. This guy isn't your problem," Saitama answered, his expression completely dull.

Sonic clenched his teeth. "Even now you still underestimate my abilities. I will show you pain beyond comprehension!"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get on with it. I need to eat dinner."

Sonic smiled, his mouth forming the shape of a crescent moon. Suddenly, he started running so swiftly that he disappeared. He reappeared in front of Saitama, and attempted to strike his blade at Saitama's face.

Saitama, who was feeling a bit hungry, bit into the sword, shattering the blade instantly.

Sonic: Hm… I didn't quite see that… I swung into his head, but my sword broke.

Sonic gracefully leapt backwards, anticipating a counterattack which never came.

"Indeed you are worthy, Saitama! Even this blade cannot cut into your thick skull!"

No, I just bit it. The sword wasn't even that hard.

"In that case, there is no need to hold back. I will destroy you here, my rival!" Sonic shouted.

Sonic hopped on a nearby store, his body a complete blur. He sprung from building to building, his movement was so fast that he created a sonic boom with every leap he made, shattering the glass around the area. The crowd that formed quickly dispersed, realizing how dangerous the ninja was.

"Hail of Carnage!"

Dozens of shurikens launched into Saitama's feet, each resulting in a massive explosion. One landed near Fubuki, blowing up from behind her and sending her flying into a building.

Saitama, unhurt by Sonic's attacks, just stared ahead, waiting for the ninja to strike again with some other weapon. Fubuki, with blood dripping down her forehead, picked herself up, and tried to help Saitama by using telekinesis to throw pieces of rubble at the ninja, who easily dodged them.

"How do you like my movements now, Saitama?! I refined my speed to an impeccable level. I am a much different fighter than last time!"

I wonder if I should have miso soup or eggs over rice for dinner.

Sonic, who by then accelerated to his maximum speed, launched himself at Saitama, preparing to use one of his signature moves.

"Wind Blade Kick!"

Unfortunately for Sonic, Saitama easily dodged Sonic's kick and hand-chopped his shoulder, sending the ninja straight into the concrete, unconscious.

"Well, try again next time," Saitama said, casually walking away and leaving a very surprised Fubuki on the ground with two wounded heroes.

"Sister!" Fubuki yelled, spotting her older sister flying around in the sky.

Tatsumaki, who thankfully received a message in her emergency transmitter that a "perverted S-Class level criminal ninja was terrorizing Z-City", flew down in order to see if her younger sister was hurt.

"Hmph! Are you still hanging out with those incompetent lackeys? I told you they would only drag you down!" Tatsumaki whined.

Despite her tone, however, Tatsumaki was somewhat pleased, believing that Fubuki managed to defeat the unconscious ninja on her own.

"Can you help lift them to a hospital? I don't think I'm strong enough to lift both of them and fly all the way to our base."

Tatsumaki scowled. Normally, the sight of Fubuki's subordinates would make her blood boil. Those weaklings only weakened her little sister. However, Tatsumaki decided to make an exception this time, as she assumed that Fubuki was hurt from facing an S-Class criminal.

"Go home, Fubuki. I'll clean up your mess."

The unconscious bodies of Wild Ape and Eyelashes were suddenly laced in a green halo. Tatsumaki then disappeared into the sky with both men, a jet of green light trailing behind her.

After ditching Fubuki, Saitama decided to take the opportunity to go buy ingredients for his dinner. It wasn't until he was only a block away from his apartment when he realized he forgot the kombu.

Aw, man. Now I can't make good soup tonight. I'm already back home, anyway.

Saitama walked into a tunnel, and he saw a little man with miraculously long hair a few meters away from the exit of the tunnel.

I wonder why his hair is so damn thick. I barely see anyone in my neighborhood. Is he a mugger?

Saitama continued along until he walked past the tunnel. He seemed to have caught the man's attention.

"A normal man? Someone actually still lives here? If the rumored monster group existed, no human could live here. So the rumor was false..." the strange man muttered.

"Hey, short guy! What are you talking about? Why does your hair look like a wad of kombu?"

"Oh, well. What a shame. Guess I should probably take my anger out on you, huh."

"Huh? What did you just say?"

Suddenly, the strange little man extended his hair, and every single strand began striking Saitama all over his bald head. Saitama, whose skin was indestructible, was completely unfazed by the volley of attacks.

I remember this guy now! Last time, I took his hair because it was made out of kelp. Looks like I hit the jackpot again!

"Looks like you aren't half-bad! But there's no way you can possibly win. What I have on my head is some of the most finest and high-quality kombu in existence!" the monster laughed maniacally.

Suddenly, the monster was flung into a four-story building, the impact so powerful it left a massive hole through the complex. Saitama, after punching the monster, was rubbing his hands together excitedly.

Sweet! Some high-quality kombu for free? Even better than a sale! I can't wait to cook this.

Saitama salvaged as much kelp as he could, stuffed them in his bags and pockets, and continued walking.

When he arrived at his apartment, he rang the doorbell, expecting Genos to answer the door.

"Sensei! You are back."

"Yeah, man. I'm gonna cook dinner now. It's going to be soup with, uh… lots of kombu."

"Thank you for your hospitality, sensei!"

"No biggie. Besides, I hit the gold mine with all this kombu."

"Speaking of which, sensei, why is there so much kombu outside your door?"

"Well, I just happened to, uh… I got some cheap."

"I heard that seaweed is good for hair growth, but the effects have not been confirmed medically." Genos pointed out. "I researched it, so I know. If you desire to get a hair transplant, I can-!"

"WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT HAIR?!"

[A Few Days Later]

Saitama was sitting on his couch, reading the news. If there was one perk with living with Genos, it was a free subscription to the newspaper. Saitama scrolled through it, and saw the woman who tried to recruit him a couple days ago.

Oh. Looks like that lady got the credit for Sonic. I should probably ask Genos if he has increased his rank yet.

"Genos, have you done any heroic deeds yet?"

"No, not yet. My rank has remained the same since we both started," Genos said. "But in the weekly popularity ranking voted on by citizens, I am number six. "

No surprise there. Genos did have lots of fanclubs before I went back in time.

"Not of importance, sensei. I have never seen anyone as incredible as you, master, even if the world doesn't know it."

"Cut the flattery. It's disgusting."

"Yes, sensei!"

Suddenly, both of their emergency transmitters began ringing.

"Sensei, it appears that we are being summoned by the Hero Association. We must head to the Z City Branch building quickly."

Genos grabbed a suitcase with him while Saitama put on his yellow jumpsuit.

Wonder what this is all about

When Genos and Saitama walked inside the building, they noticed only an old man inside.

"Are you both the new recruits? I am Bang, it's a pleasure."

"Oh, it's old-man Bang." Saitama said surprisingly.

"Excuse me, but I don't believe we met before. Address me as Mr. Bang."

Oh yeah. I should probably be less casual until he starts begging me to join his dojo.

"Oh, sorry. I uh…just recognized you from somewhere else before," Saitama said.

"We came because the association called us," Genos said, ready to get to business.

"Everyone in this branch has already evacuated. The branch office is empty. We are the only three heroes who bothered coming," Bang explained.

"They evacuated? Why? Why did the other's not come?" Genos asked.

"I suppose the others were too far away or busy. Some probably just couldn't be bothered," Bang replied with a look of disappointment on his face.

"Summons only go out for the biggest, most important tasks. This is sure to be more than we can handle. A crisis of the worst kind, threat level dragon, is upon us. A meteor is going to annihilate Z-City completely if we don't stop it. If we do, the Hero Association's status will rise and donations will pour in. I suppose that's what they're after," Bang continued. "But it's impossible. This time, you should flee with those you care about."

"Are the populace informed for this crisis?" asked Genos.

"They plan to issue an evacuation warning to impact the area 30 minutes beforehand, so the first reports must be coming out now. It's going to be a mass panic!"

"So what are you gonna do about it, old ma-, I mean, Mr. Bang?" Saitama inquired nonchalantly.

"My dojo has been passed down for generations! I cannot leave it. I must remain behind!"

Bang began showing off his Fist of Flowing Water Crushing Rock, his arms waving gracefully, almost like a river. Even in times of crisis, Bang never missed an opportunity to attract potential students. By the time he was done, however, Genos had already disappeared.

"Huh? Where did Genos go?"

"I think he left," replied Bang wistfully.

Meanwhile, Genos was leaping from building to building as fast as he could with a suitcase in his hands. As he was jumping, he was able to see what Bang had described. He saw everyone running as fast as they could. He could hear their screams and he saw the huge traffic jam that prevented many from driving away.

Genos: Many are giving up on survival. This is about more than City Z… The surrounding towns will also be destroyed. And it is too late to evacuate.

Genos parked himself on the tallest building and threw the suitcase into the air. The suitcase split and it popped out two mechanical arms, extremely powerful upgrades for his current ones. Genos extended his own arms and the new models attached themselves onto Genos, significantly increasing the amount of energy Genos would be able to fire from his incineration cannons.

Maybe I can intercept the meteor with my incineration cannons on full power. Master lives in this town. I cannot run and leave him.

As soon as he was about to blast, however, an object with incredible speed flew past him. It circled around another building and landed there. Genos, recognizing the robot to be Metal Knight, rushed to meet him.

"You're Bofoi," Genos said

"Are you the new hero Genos? Have you come to stop the meteor?"

"Yes. Bofoi, let's work together."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I merely came to test a new weapon. The meteor is a convenient target."

"Test?" Genos was confused. "If the meteor strikes, you will die."

"No, I will not. Right now, you are talking to a remote-controlled rob-!"

"Oh, hey Genos!" Saitama interrupted as he hopped onto the building with Bang.

"Sensei! How did you find me so quickly?"

"Yeah, I sorta remembered where I jumped the last time I blew up this meteor."

"Who are you? Have you destroyed a meteor before?"Bofoi questioned.

"I'm a hero for f-, I mean, I'm the professional hero Saitama."

"This is Metal Knight. He is the Class-S, rank 7 hero," answered Bang. "He's probably here to perform one of his missile tests on the meteor."

"Sharp as always, Bang. I'm going to initiate the launching sequence now, if you will excuse me." Bofoi laughed.

The robot's back opened to reveal eight artillery pipes. The robot began to shudder, and countless missiles flew out in succession. Once the missiles hit the meteor, an enormous explosion appeared, with dark clouds circling around the site of the explosion. However, once the clouds began to dissipate, they were still able to see the massive space rock hurling towards the Earth.

"Not powerful enough, eh?" Metal Knight remarked.

"Old man Bang, Genos, try to destroy as much debris as you can," the bald hero said.

Saitama's usually deadpanned face transformed. HIs eyes narrowed, and every feature of his face became much sharper. Saitama sprung himself up to the sky, leaving a huge crater on the top of the building everyone was standing on. The caped baldy flew towards the meteor, one arm raised, ready to strike down the meteor.

"THIS IS MY TOWN, SO DON'T FALL ON IT!" Saitama screamed as he flung through the meteor. The punch was so powerful, the entire rock exploded, its now relatively smaller fragments raining down on the city.

Bang and Genos wasted no time staring in awe. Bang jumped up and started breaking as many chuncks of rubble as he possibly could with his martial arts. Genos shot concentrated beams of energy at the fragments. Metal Knight, however, was eyeing Saitama with keen interest.

This man's natural strength and prowess was able to surpass my incredibly powerful missiles. I must observe him very carefully.

Despite their efforts, however, the amount of meteor bits completely overwhelmed Bang and Genos. The city below them became a raining hellstorm. Buildings were destroyed, cars were crushed and streets were torn apart as the debris landed.

Saitama landed on a random street, relieved that his cape wasn't burnt.

Well, that's the end of it.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who left a suggestion for me. Once again, I would love to hear your thoughts, whether it be supportive or critical. Thanks for making it to the end.