D-City was slowly falling asleep as a fine layer of snow started covering everything. The peaceful streets were perfectly quiet, aside from the steps of a lone passerby. Wearing a plain black hoodie with a pair of jeans and white baskets, his raised hood hiding his face, the man looked unaffected by the freezing air of this night of December, slowly making his way towards a neon sign projecting its red light on the whitened pavement. Once he reached the sign, he pushed the door and took a step inside.

Bar "The Broken Shillelagh", 11:30 p.m

Ding the door opens, letting the man enter. He takes his hood off, revealing a bald head.

Taking a seat on a comfy stool at the counter, he takes a look around, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere created by the jazz music and the warm light. A couple shares a meal, a group of friends quietly chats around a few drinks.

After a moment he is cut in his contemplation when a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Good evening, Saitama." The one who talked was no other than the bartender, an old but still tall chubby man who always had a friendly smile. "How are you doing, my friend?"

The man you recognised to be Saitama turned to face him and smiled back "Good, thank you Tetsu."

"So, same as usual?" the barman was already reaching for a bottle on a shelf.

"No, today is a special day." the bald man's smile grew larger. "This day, twenty five years ago, I started to be a hero for fun!"

After a second of realisation, Tetsu closed his mouth and winked at Saitama "I've been saving it for this kind of occasion." the old man turned around and kneelt, going through the bottles stored in a closet. He finally stood up, a blue porcelain bottle in his hand. He pulled out two shot glasses from under the bar and started filling them with alcohol. "Daiginjo sake, the finest I have." noticing the glint of fear in his friend's eyes, he smiled to himself as he took note once again of his friend's aversion for expensive things and added "Don't worry, it's on the house"

With that, the two men raised their glasses "To fifty years of fun, cheers!" "Cheers!"

The sake was delicious, and they couldn't hold back a sigh of content when they put the now empty shots back on the table.

As Saitama was going to speak up, he was interrupted by a shout coming from the other side of the room "Everyone, look at the TV!"

Turning around, the hero focused on the television post sitting in the corner, which was broadcasting a news channel.

"I repeat, the monster wreaking havoc in F-city is a level demon threat, every citizen is advised to stay inside their house. If you are currently outside, please head to the closest Hero Association shelter as fast as possible, or hide in…"

The discussions began to rise between the frightened clients, drowning the presenter's voice as Tetsu turned to face his friend "You're going aren't you, Sai…" realising he was talking to an empty seat, the bartender smiled "I should have known! Looks like he isn't even close to retiring even after all these years..."

Streets, a few moments later

"Sigh I hate fighting in my casual attire, cleaning is such a hassle! Maybe I should go home and change..." Pondering whether it was worth making such a detour, Saitama was sprinting towards the monster's location at inhumane speeds, leaving a cloud of snow in his trail.

Having decided he was just going to watch out in order to not make any stain on his brand new sweater, the hero arrived at F-city, ready to beat some villains to the pulp.

"Let's find this guy." Jumping a few dozens of meters in the air, he looked around until he spotted a creature walking a few blocks away from his position "There you are".

Saitama got closer, perching on the corner of a nearby building to have a good look at his opponent.

It was a massive werewolf, three meters of pure muscle, long arms ended with powerful hands and claws, powerful lycan hind legs. The creature's features had kept nothing of the human they might have once been, instead growing into a long snarling maw, his eyes two bloodshot yellow beads deep in their sockets. The short black fur shone under the light of the full moon as it slowly paced along the street, each step a proof of it's impressive weight.

It seemed he was dragging some kind of metal waste behind him, though Saitama was too far away to make out what it was.

He decided it was time enough to take care of the beast, and let himself fall right in front of it.

"You know, I was having a nice time celebrating with an old friend, and I'm kind of annoyed you ruined it. Next time chose a better night to try and kill people, will you?"

It took a while for the monster to process the fact this puny man had just appeared out of nowhere and was now reprimending it as if he was a rowdy kid, then the anger took over, and he roared.

"I care not about your evening, human! Tonight the time has come for revenge! For too long my kind has been repressed, hunted, tortured for simply being what we are. Now it is time for your kind to be hunted. My name is Fenris, and I am the hunter!"

Without waiting any longer, the creature lowered its centre of gravity, and in a swift motion lunged at Saitama with both arm extended forward toward the man's chest, claws forming a cruel circle. If this had hit a normal human it would have been enough to carve a 10cm hole around the heart. Of course Saitama was no normal human, but this did not matter because before it could hit the hero had taken a step to the side, effectively dodging the attack.

Not one to give up that easily, Fenris spun on himself, using his momentum to propel his clawed paw in an arc aimed at the hero's throat and jugular, which he parried with the back of his hand, otherwise totally still.

The werewolf leaped back, taken aback. This human is not the usual fodder, this is an actual threat. What's up with the blank stare as well, am I not even good enough for him to be serious about this?

This thought gave the beast a new determination to take care of this quickly.

He got down on all four, digging into the road with his long claws, and locked eyes with Saitama.

"My cause is too important for me to die. It's your end tonight, human!" before he had finished yelling the last word, the beast had sprung forward with incredible power and speed, soaring through the air like a rocket, his incisives glistened in the night reading to tear into the man's flesh, instead connecting with a bare fist.

In an instant the monster was reduced to a shower of bloodied hair and gore which promptly ruined Saitama's new sweater.

"...fuck."

As he was about to head back home to wash his hoodie, a movement caught the hero's attention. A little further down the street, the metallic junk was moving. When he got closer, Saitama noticed it wasn't just a piece of scrap but a humanoid robot looking like a blonde teen, well what was left of it, anyway…

"I probably shouldn't leave this poor guy here, he looks pretty fucked up…" the hero looked at the cyborg comically trying to open his mouth in an attempt to say something before collapsing "Yup, I'm taking him to my place…"

Hey guys, me still. nope, still not a new chapter. Better than nothing tho right?

The second half of this chapter was quite bad, so here I am rewriting for the... I don't even know how many times. I have good hopes this is the last time before chapter 5 tho.