Chapter Four: Arrival
Amai Mask glared at the newspaper in disgust. He tossed it to the desk beside him, sitting back in his chair.
Two S Class', defeated by a single Demon level monster. The nerve of some people to be so incompetent.
The press was calling it the 'Sea King Incident'. The great S Class failure. What a disgrace. He expected this from the felon, but he had hopes for the new guy. But unfortunately he squandered his debut showing. Seemed he was just the latest in the long line of failures Amai Mask had to clean up after.
The new A Class was interesting. If the reports could be believed, he killed the monster in a single blow. Some claimed he was singularly responsible for its defeat, although he claimed the monster was weak due to the joint efforts of the other heroes. Wild debates circulated forums on the validity of his words, some believing him to be a cheat and a fraud, which was strangely what he seemed to be endorsing, while the other side claimed he defeated the monster on his own.
Amai Mask wasn't sure he believed either side. A monster able to take down two S Class heroes is a definitive threat on its own, and no matter how weakened it would be, most A Classes wouldn't be able to handle it. From the reports filed from the heroes and spectators, the monster clearly had regenerative abilities. Even if the S Classes had weakened it significantly, it would have healed any mortal wounds it had been inflicted. Meaning the blow that killed it would have had to superseded the strength of all the previous blows.
In theory, this alone should be enough to prove the man's strength. Unfortunately, it wasn't that easy. Monsters were fickle things, especially when it came to their more nuanced abilities, like regeneration. Some monsters grew weaker, or less durable the more they regenerated. Others were the opposite. Could this have been one of those monsters?
Amai Mask sighed. There was no way to truly know. Defeating the monster definitely bumped the hero up a few ranks. It would upset the veteran A Classes that they got upstarted so quickly, but that's what they get for being weak.
This hero would need to be watched. He was a strange character. He hadn't glimpsed much potential the first time they met, but this man had to be something special. Both instances seemed contrary to one another. In the udon shop, he had expressed concern about his rank, but after defeating the Sea King, he embellished the other heroes, sacrificing his own reputation in favor of making the public more appreciative of the other heroes.
Just who was this strange man? "Saitama," Amai Mask said aloud. He would have to learn more.
"Master Saitama, it seems your rank has improved," Genos said, startling Saitama out of a nap.
"Huh? Wah-oh hey Genos, when did you get here?" Saitama asked.
"I just got back from Dr. Kuseno's laboratory. He finished my repairs and upgrades and deemed me fit for combat once again. I rushed back here as fast as I could. While I was on the way, I checked our status in the Hero Association. It seems we have both increased in rank. I am now S Class Rank 17, and you have advanced to A Class Rank 15."
"Wow," Saitama said, stretching. "Not even a month since we've joined and we're already climbing the ranks. Up top man."
Genos looked at him curiously and Saitama sighed. "Like a high five?"
Genos continued to stare at him uncomprehendingly. "Dude, do you not know what a high five is?"
Genos shook his head. "I am unaware, Sensei."
"It's when two people slap each other's hands to celebrate something."
"My apologies Sensei!" Genos shouted. "I am not up to date on the social customs of normal people! I will research this thoroughly so I may have better interactions with others in my future! Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Master Saitama! I will begin right away!"
"It's not a new thing," Saitama deadpanned as Genos rushed out the door. "Aaaaaand he left me hanging. Whatever. I guess I'll go patrolling then."
Saitama tugged on his hero costume and left for the streets. Saitama ran down the streets casually looking for monsters to kill. People stared at him as he ran by. That was weird. Saitama wondered what that was about for a second before getting bored about thinking about it.
Suddenly, Saitama screeched to a halt. There was a sign on a window that read something impossible. Something never seen before. Something so wildly dangerous that it threatened society as a whole.
The salmon was…95 percent off!?
Saitama drooled, staring at the sign. There was no way this was happening. He must be dreaming. Saitama checked his pants for his wallet.
"Hey! You!"
Not in his front pockets. Strange. He usually left his wallet there. Must be in his back pockets.
"I'm talking to you buddy," someone said, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Saitama looked up. Four massive dudes in tank tops glared down at him. "Huh? Who are you?"
"I'm Tank Top Vegetarian! And these are my brothers, Tank Top Tiger, Tank Top Black Hole and Tank Top Doctor!"
"Your parents were not very creative," Saitama observed.
"Wah-No! We're not actually related, we're all just part of the Tank Top Army!" The one in the striped tank top said.
"Oh, you guys are veterans? Shit, I don't have any money to donate, sorry," Saitama said.
"We're not veterans either!"
"Oh. Then what are you doing?"
"We know you've been cheating to get up in the ranks!" The biggest one screamed. All the noise was starting to attract a crowd. "You stole credit from the S Class Heroes for the meteor and again when they beat the Deep Sea King! We cannot allow you to continue on as a hero and take points from hard working heroes like us! You must choose to resign right now or we'll beat you so bad you'll never work as a hero again!"
"Why would I do that?" Saitama asked.
"Because you're a fraud!" The one in the black tank top shouted. "Didn't you hear anything big bro Vegetarian said? We can't allow fakers like you to ruin the names of real heroes like us!"
"So will you give up being a hero or will we have to beat it out of you?" The one with glasses and a bow tie asked.
"Can't you guys see I'm busy? There's a sale on right now and I'm trying to find my wallet," Saitama said, reaching around to check his back pockets.
"Trying to get out of it, huh? There's no escaping JUSTICE!" Veggie screamed, punching Saitama square in the face. Sweat rolled down the bald man's face as he finally realized what was going on.
"NOO!" Saitama screamed.
"Finally realizing the mistake you made when joining the Hero Association, huh? Bet you feel like the failure you are right now," Black Hole drawled.
"I LEFT MY WALLET AT HOME!" Saitama cried. All the Tank Toppers dropped their jaws and most in the crowd looked at each other confused.
"Move it!" Saitama shouted, racing off at around Mach 7, instantly knocking all Tank Toppers unconscious at once and throwing them into or through concrete walls.
A certain unnamed worker at the Hero Association with an iconic beard picked up the phone. After a minute, he put it down and sighed. Four heroes and members of the Tank Top Army were knocked unconscious while trying to rookie crush a hero named Saitama. Damn it. This wasn't going to look good on his report.
He was going to have to call Tank Top Master and let him know what was going on. Knowing the S Class Hero, he wouldn't be pleased about the news. He would have to come up with a way to calm him down so he wouldn't smash the poor guy's head in. Even though Tank Top Master was probably the least temperamental S Class, besides Silverfang, he was fiercely protective of his underlings. Even when they attacked other heroes.
He was also going to have to call Sitch. If it had only been an incident with one, or two heroes, Sitch wouldn't have to hear about it. But the guy beat up four other heroes. A C, B, and an A class, and whatever Tank Top Doctor was. He would be lucky if he was put on probation, and if not he might be fired and sued. This would definitely look bad for the Hero Association.
Bracing himself for the shit he was about to land in, the bearded worker picked up the phone. But before he could dial a single digit, someone burst into his office.
"Madam Shibawa is dead!"
"What!?" Bearded Worker shouted, silently relieved. Looks like he could put off that conversation for a little while.
Buzz, Buzz.
Tatsumaki groaned, rolling over on her side and wrapping her pillow around her head. She didn't want to wake up. It was too early. Tatsumaki sighed in contentedness when her phone stopped buzzing and rolled over, closing her eyes with a small smile.
Buzz, Buzz.
Tatsumaki's eyes snapped back open. Growling, she threw off her covers and grabbed her phone. "What?" She screamed into it, blinking as the morning light assaulted her eyes.
"Hello Tatsumaki, we have a mission for you," someone said.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Tatsumaki groaned, flopping back on her bed.
"Uh, 7:30 miss," the worker replied.
"Exactly. It's too early to be taking calls. Do you call Zombieman at this hour?" Tatsumaki demanded.
"Yes, ma'am, we do," the employee replied nervously.
"What does he say about it? I'm sure he doesn't appreciate being woken up this early," Tatsumaki chided.
"I'm not sure Zombieman sleeps...ma'am," they said.
Tatsumaki blinked multiple times before growling. "Fine. What's the mission?"
"A gargantuan mysterious being appeared while researchers were excavating the site. A plane is headed over to pick you up," they told her.
"I can just fly. Give me the coordinates and I'll be there a lot quicker," Tatsumaki stated.
"I'm sorry ma'am but the location is classified. The plane is already on its way," the person reaffirmed.
Tatsumaki sighed and ended the call. Whatever. Not exactly the way she was planning on waking up today.
She was still getting dressed when she heard the plane overhead. Tatsumaki threw on a jacket and exited to the balcony. She glared up at the plane hovering overhead, and a hatch in the bottom began opening up. Tatsumaki flew up, entering the large compartment of the plane. A man stood there, ready to greet her. The hatch closed under her and the man walked up to her. Tatsumaki crossed her arms, already disliking him, from his fake smile and preppy suit. What an imbecile.
"Hello Miss Tatsumaki," the man greeted. "I trust you've been updated on the situation?"
"Yeah, yeah, big monster you want me to squash, but you won't tell me where it is because it's 'classified'," Tatsumaki blahed, punctuating herself with air quotes.
"Er, yes," he said. He handed her a tablet. "These are photos of the creature if you wish to look them over. We should arrive in less than an hour."
Tatsumaki snatched the tablet and glared at the man as he went into the cockpit of the plane. Finding a seat on the edge of the plane, Tatsumaki scrolled through the images. The monster was big, but not as tall as her apartment. It looked like a cheap, brown, knock-off version of Godzilla.
What a waste of her time. Tatsumaki guessed she could beat it in one attack. It barely looked like a dragon level monster. If they were going to wake her up this early, couldn't they at least give her a challenge?
As the man predicted, they reached the place the monster was terrorizing in under an hour. Tatsumaki stood over the hatch, hood thrown over her face. She nodded to the pilot, and the hatch opened beneath. She fell out of the plane, letting herself freefall for a few seconds before whipping her coat off and flying towards the monster. It turned to face her as she landed in front of it. She stared at it, unimpressed.
"And who are you?" The old dinosaur snarled.
Just then, her phone began to ring. Ugh, not again. Turning away from the monster, she flipped open her phone and pressed it to her ear. "Hello? What is it?" She asked irritably.
"Miss Tornado, we need you at the City A headquarters immediately!" Sitch cried.
"What do you mean, come back?" Tatsumaki shouted. "You're the one who said some weirdo monster was waking up and flew me out here to deal with it!"
"Oh? I would've assumed you've beaten it already," Sitch proclaimed, probably rubbing his chin.
"That's right, I was just about to start," Tatsumaki said.
"Unfortunately, there's been some trouble back in civilization," Sitch continued.
"Trouble? So what?" Tatsumaki cried. "It's not my problem!"
The monster was grumbling over her, and it was starting to get on her nerves. Covering the phone with her hand, she yelled up at it. "Hey! Shut it! Can't you see I'm on the phone here?"
Tatsumaki ended the call, mumbling to herself. "I'm so tired of this. Who's he think he is, ordering people about?"
Tatsumaki sensed the monster come closer. She looked up at a very unflattering angle at his face. "Are you done?" It growled.
"What's with the chin? Trying to scare me?" Tatsumaki mocked. "Should I be intimidated?"
"Act brave while you can, little runt!" The monster shouted, pulling its face back.
Tatsumaki bristled. "Runt!? How dare you!"
It pulled its leg up dramatically and tried to step on her. Tatsumaki looked up at it and yawned, flying up to its eye level at the last moment. It looked at her appraisingly. "Ah, so you aren't so helpless. But if you intend to destroy me, a giant meteor is about the only way!" it bragged.
Tatsumaki stared at it, bored already. "Fine. I'll do that then."
Searching for the nearest meteor, she grabbed one immediately and started dragging it towards earth.
The monster scoffed at her. "Don't make me laugh."
It opened its mouth, and its chest and neck expanded, glowing orange as a fireball appeared in its mouth. It paused and looked up as Tatsumaki's meteor entered the atmosphere. Tatsumaki crushed the giant lizard, smashing it into the ground with her meteor. She stared at the red hot bones in the crater she just created. "How bout another 300 million year nap?"
As the plane circled around, she glared at it in disapproval before dismissing it with a quick shake of her head.
She reluctantly boarded the plane, sitting down in the same seat she had been in before. The bespectacled worker came out, smiling at her. It was a disgusting smile, a fake, corporate smile. "Well done Miss Tatsumaki."
Tatsumaki glared at him. "I know how good I am. I don't need some puffed up jackass to remind me."
The man's smile wavered, but never left his face. He bowed slightly and retreated back into the cabin. Tatsumaki harrumphed, crossing her legs and leaning back in her seat. Who did he think he was?
When they arrived at City A an hour later, Tatsumaki immediately flew up to Sitch's office. She slammed open the door, causing him to jump and reshuffle his papers. "Ah, Tatsumaki-"
"What's the deal? You just sent me out to the middle of nowhere to deal with a frickin nobody and then immediately call me back? What's the big idea, huh?" Tatsumaki demanded.
"We've called a meeting for the entire S Class. Once the rest arrive, I will explain the situation," Sitch assured her.
"What are you calling those bozos in for when you got me? I'll deal with whatever it is," Tatsumaki rebuked.
"Please Tatsumaki, just be patient. The others shouldn't be long," Sitch told her.
"Hmph. Fine. I guess I'll be waiting to deal with whatever is big enough to warrant all the weaklings you call 'heroes'," Tatsumaki snorted, flying out and slamming the door behind her.
Two hours later, Tatsumaki was positively fuming. What was taking everyone so long? She could be out hunting monsters right now but she was stuck here, in this concrete hellhole. If all but two of the S Class weren't already here, she would have been tempted to smash the building into pieces.
From down the hall, Tatsumaki heard the elevator ding. Finally. Tatsumaki crossed her arms and prepared to scold Bang and the new S Class on their tardiness. Unfortunately, it sounded like Atomic Samurai got to them first. She didn't listen to most of their conversation, tapping her foot impatiently, until Atomic Samurai said something that caught her attention.
There was an A Class here?! What were they doing here? Sitch explicitly told her this was an S Class meeting only! It was probably Amai Mask, trying to worm his influence into the S Class. This would not stand! How dare he interfere with matters above him? She would pound him into the dirt and bury him like the pathetic worm he was.
Or it was some other loser, trying to chum their way into the S Class and gain notoriety by being seen with them. She would not tolerate them either. They worked hard to earn their spots in S Class, and no A Class loser would stick their nose where it didn't belong.
Finally, the posse crossed into her view. Bang came first, followed by Atomic Samurai and the new S Class, a cyborg. That was interesting. The only other cyborg was Drive Knight. Minorly distracted, she started her rant without looking at the other hero.
"Hey! You! Don't think by just.."
Tatsumaki stopped as she caught sight of the last hero. His bald head reflected the light from the lightbulbs above. His white cape flowed behind him, accompanied by a standard yellow suit and red gloves and boots. His face was blank, seemingly devoid of emotion. His pupils were dilated until they were just dots in his otherwise white sclera. Those empty eyes roamed towards her as she stopped speaking.
Tatsumaki's breath hitched as he made eye contact with her. It was him.
Oh god. It was him. Right here. Right now. Oh god she wasn't prepared for this. What should she do, what should she say? She had been searching for him for years and he shows up right in front of her and she can't think of a single thing to say. She was an idiot! What would he think of her? He probably thought she was some lost child, and right now that kind of felt true.
Tatsumaki could feel the sweat start dripping off her forehead. Her hands were clammy and she knew her face was pale. Her heart was beating a thousand bpm, and probably would have exploded if it weren't for her psychic powers. She was frozen, staring at the man who changed her life, as he stared back, mildly discomforted by the intensity of her gaze.
He elbowed the cyborg. "Hey Genos? What's wrong with that kid?"
The cyborg looked over at her. "I'm not sure, Master. She seems to have an elevated blood pressure amongst various minor other ailments."
"Oh. Well, should we call a doctor or something?" Saitama asked.
"No Master. They seem like surface issues, likely stimulating from shock, nothing serious or life threatening. Besides, the meeting is about to start."
"Ok," Saitama said, following the cyborg into the room. Tatsumaki stretched out her arm, croaking out a weak noise. She watched the door close behind them, and she was suddenly alone again.
She stood like that, frozen, for several minutes, staring blankly at the door, mouth slightly agape. She barely realized she was breathing until Sitch came around the corner. "Come on Tatsumaki, the meeting's going to start."
He opened the door and went inside, going to his place at the head of the table. Tatsumaki walked inside in a daze, barely hearing whatever Sitch was saying. Some of the others stared at her oddly as she wobbled her way over to where Saitama sat. The cyborg promptly stood up demanding what she wanted. Tatsumaki flicked her wrist, sending him into a wall.
"Tatsumaki!" Sitch scolded. "Rookie crushing is beneath you. Please take a seat and allow me to finish."
"But, Sitch-", she started.
"Sit. Down," he ordered.
Tatsumaki hmphed and plopped down in a chair, next to Saitama. He raised a brow at her, then shrugged to himself, leaning back in his seat.
Tatsumaki opened her mouth several times, trying to think of something-anything, to say. Each time she came up empty. Tatsumaki didn't register a single word of what Sitch or anyone else said until Saitama spoke.
"In the next six months? That means it could be tomorrow, or even today."
Sitch stared at Saitama in surprise. "Uh, yes, that's true. Who…"
Sitch slowly grew pale as he looked over the bald hero, noting his bald head, yellow jumpsuit, red gloves and white cape. Saitama merely grinned. "It's a good thing I came."
Almost prophetically, the building shook, surprising everyone. Tatsumaki leaped to her feet, instinctively erecting a psychic shield around herself. When the trembling stopped, Tatsumaki looked over at Saitama, only to notice he wasn't there. Looking up, she noticed a large hole in the ceiling over where Saitama had been sitting. Shooting a glare at Sitch, Tatsumaki flew up the hole Saitama made out onto the roof. Saitama had already disappeared, but that wasn't the only problem.
An enormous, purple ship hovered over what should have been City A. The flying object was nearly the size of the ruined city, casting a shadow over the rubble. For miles, that was all there was. Debris and carnage, as far as the eye could see.
The new cyborg was the next person to rise from Saitama's hole. He glared distrustfully at her, and Tatsumaki stuck her tongue out at him. Child Emperor came next, then came Superalloy Darkshine, then Tatsumaki stopped caring. She frowned up at the ship. It was too big to simply drag to the ground, and had thrusters that would resist her. Plus, there was the fact that it would crush any survivors and the four heroes that went to fight an alien. It didn't seem that tough, and she, quite literally, had bigger problems to deal with.
Tatsumaki smirked. Saitama was already on the ship. What she did down here didn't really matter, because Saitama would probably destroy it before she could figure out how to bring it down. She could casually fling rocks at it and pretend like she was doing something, while Saitama beat the living shit out of the aliens up there.
Tatsumaki stretched her arms and cracked her knuckles. She'd fling rocks at the ship while she tried to find Saitama's presence aboard the ship. Tatsumaki flicked her hand, grabbing chunks of buildings with her psychic power. This was going to be fun.
Saitama smashed his way through the alien ship. He had no idea how much he destroyed so far, or where he had been. Everything looked the same, purple, metallicy, and alien-y. He'd come across and killed all sorts of aliens, from plush, squishy looking aliens to buff, green, plant-like aliens. None of them posed any kind of challenge to him, or showing off any moves he hadn't seen, like, a thousand times. Couldn't monsters learn how to fight besides just punching their opponents?
Saitama was running casually down a hall with a fork at the end when he heard a buzzing in his ear. Afraid it was the mosquito back for round two, Saitama stuck his finger in his ear to make it go away.
Attention intruder! Leave this vessel immediately or I will be forced to k-kill you!
"I'd like to, but I got lost," Saitama called out.
Huh? So you're saying if I tell you how to leave you'll just go?
Saitama shrugged non committedly, forgetting that the alien couldn't actually see him. The alien laughed. What a stupid earthling! It came onto their craft, and couldn't find its way out! He was going to drop it to its pitiful doom! Alright, continue down the hall and take a left.
"A left?" Saitama looked at the two corridors, a mischievous grin coming onto his face. "I guess I'll take a right."
The alien wailed, realizing his stupidity for falling for such a simple ploy. Saitama burst through the door, showering the room with purple shards. Tentacles climbed over a platform in the center of the room, dragging an three eyed bulbous head up from the floor below. The octopus-like alien rose to its full height, floating a few inches off the ground. This is the last time a pitiful earthling makes a fool out of me! I will turn your bones to ash!
Saitama stared blankly at the alien. "Oh? You're a psychic? I've fought a ton of you guys, but never an octopus esper."
Geryuganshoop blanched. Who was this earthling? He couldn't take any chances with this thing. Fool! I am no mere psychic. I am Geryuganshoop, the Supreme Telekinetic Power of the Universe! All espers are weak and trivial compared to my power!
Somewhere below them, Tatsumaki sneezed.
Die, earthling!
Pieces of the door Saitama smashed, lifted off the ground and swirled in a circle in a whirlwind around the octopus. The force of the flying rubble kicked up a small tornado. Wind whipped around the room, blowing some of the other aliens around. Saitama stood there, unimpressed by the show of power. He had seen espers do some crazy things, and throwing rocks around was at the bottom of that list.
The octopus lashed its arms forward, throwing the rocks at Saitama. He simply stood there, letting the rocks bounce off him. He caught one of the rocks and inspected it. Hm. Perhaps 'rocks' wasn't right. The piece was metallicy and reflective. It was surprisingly smooth. He had expected it to be rough and maybe sharp, but this chunk was a perfect little ball. Weird.
Saitama looked up at the alien. What a letdown. This better not be the boss of these dudes. Even earthbound psychics were better than it.
Saitama chucked the rock at its head. It sailed clean through it, cleaving the alien's head in two. It slumped to the ground, tentacles sliding off the platform. Saitama jumped down to one of the aliens below.
"Hey there," he said conversationally. "Mind telling me where your boss is?"
Bofoi stared at his screen in shock. He had been monitoring the S Class meeting, which unsurprisingly Saitama had been invited to, when out of nowhere, an enormous alien ship appeared over City A. There was no warning, so inclination that anything was amiss. One moment it had been a bright, sunny day, and the next an alien ship was blocking out the sun and laying waste to City A.
Bofoi scowled at the beast of a ship. How had it appeared so suddenly? They had noticed an asteroid ten miles long heading towards the planet but couldn't spot a city sized purple flying ship? Did it have some kind of cloaking technology or was it simply too fast to be seen by conventional methods?
At first, Bofoi's first instinct was to simply nuke it. It had reduced City A to ash, so the fallout wouldn't be as devastating. But several things stopped him. Firstly, he wasn't sure the ship would even be damaged by nuclear weaponry. They were obviously more advanced than his technology, and may be unaffected by, negate, or even reverse a nuclear strike. Secondly, his own genius had gotten in the way. The Hero Association HQ was the only surviving building, and currently hosted the entirety of the S Class and a significant portion of important members. If he killed them all, it would turn the Hero Association from a poorly operated but occasionally useful operation to an utter annoyance. So he opted for an alternative.
He immediately had turned his satellites to monitor the spacecraft and activated his most advanced arsenal of robots to attack the ship. He had other robots that were closer, but they lacked the firepower to do any real damage against the monstrous ship. Besides Tatsumaki, the S Class wasn't doing anything to attack the ship. A few were engaged in battle with an alien who made it to the surface. Some had even left. What buffoons. They had no idea what was on or inside the ship. It had been here for less than an hour. They still had no idea why it was here or what they wanted, or what other manner of creatures resides within the ship. If it took four S Class heroes to battle one of the aliens, and there were countless more inside the ship, it did not bode well.
Of course, that alien was likely the vanguard, and significantly stronger than most of the aliens on the ship. But not all of them. There were far too many unknowns for the arrogant S Class to simply leave.
Fortunately, not all of the unknowns were calamitous. Saitama had disappeared, presumably onto the ship. That would negate most of the problems, but the ship was still standing. So long as it hovered over City A, it should be considered active and dangerous.
Bofoi leaned in to inspect the ship. It was too big to pinpoint any weak spots or notable atypical points. A few things were obvious, though. The ship was primarily made out of a single metal or alloy that he was unfamiliar with. He had scanned the ship, and there was a very powerful energy force keeping the ship afloat. A vessel of that size would need considerably large thrusters, but this strange force made it unnecessary. If he could get his hands on it, it would make the whole invasion worth it.
Bofoi made sure he captured several pictures of the top of the craft from his satellites. He didn't plan on leaving it in any kind of usable shape when he was through with it, and seeing its original form may prove useful in understanding how the alien technology works.
Bofoi leaned back in his chair. There was still thirty seven minutes until his robots arrived and started their aerial bombardment. Unless anything of note happened before then, he could sit back and study the ship.
Saitama ran down the long corridor. It was taller and longer than the others he had been in, and the door at the end seemed positively kingly. The aliens he talked to told him that this was where their boss was, so he hoped it wasn't just a wild goose chase. He was kinda getting annoyed at how big this place was and how much running he had to do. It was definitely more than the ten kilometers his workout demanded.
Saitama jumped up and punched the door in the central decorative eye looking thing. It folded outwards and shattered, dust particles swirling around the doorway. Saitama looked up, rising to his full height. Sitting on a modest throne before him was a figure unlike any Saitama had ever seen. Dressed in golden armor, white pants, a red cape and white boots, the alien rose to his full height. Standing a good two feet over Saitama's head, it spoke as it approached.
"Wonderful. You must be this world's finest warrior. What is your name, earthling? I must know before we duel for the fate of your planet," it said.
"I'm Saitama, a hero for fun. You the boss-man of these invaders?" Saitama asked.
"I am. I am known as Lord Boros, Dominator of the Universe. I lead the pirate band known as the Dark Matter Thieves," Boros told him.
"Look dude, I don't know what the Denominator of the Universe wants with earth, but you fucked up City A, and you're gonna have to pay," Saitama said.
"Earth…," Boros began. "There exists a prophecy. I once traveled the universe, ravishing everything I saw. I conquered countless worlds, and slew innumerable amounts of warriors. But I was too strong. Soon, there were none who could stand against me. I grew to know the torment of all encompassing boredom. Then, I came across a seer who foretold that there was a being on a remote planet who would be my match. She told me of a being that could rekindle my passion for battle and ignite the flames of my youth."
Saitama stared at him blankly as he grew closer. His pale blue skin and purple veins vanished as his singular eye widened and his mouth grew into an excited grin. His spiky pink hair moved seemingly on its own, shifting without any wind.
"That was nearly twenty years ago. Have you any idea the distance I've traveled to get here? My men believed the prophecy a ruse, a filthy lie to lure me away from the planets I conquered. But now I am certain it was true. Come, Saitama! Give stimulation to my existence!"
Saitama punched the alien. It shot off its feet and smashed into a pillar on the other side of the room. "Come on man, you can't go around attacking planets just cause you're bored. Not even telemarketers would think of something that stupid."
Saitama stared at the alien, waiting for it to make a move. After a moment, it rolled its head forward and stomped a golden boot on the ground. A shockwave traveled up the armor until it shattered at once, exploding into a hundred pieces.
"This armor…which was used to seal my immeasurable power, has now been broken."
The pale skin of the alien slowly darkened, turning to a navy or black. His back arched and popped in an unnatural way, and the being got slightly taller. The purple veins glowed with a blue light. Purple energy exploded out from the alien, cascading Saitama and the rest of the room in a purple light as waves of power rolled out of the alien. He grinned manically at Saitama, eye wide. "It is time!"