This is a story about mighty heroes… or, more specifically, one hero in particular…
The bald man made his way through the city following the sounds of screaming and destruction. His white cape flapped in the faint breeze that smelled of smoldering rubble coming from the city center. He tugged on his stupid-looking red rubber gloves to make sure they were in place, and a VERY faint smile that BARELY reached his eyes appeared on his face as he gradually meandered his way over to the big purple monster. True, being a hero meant he could save people's lives every day, but his overwhelming power and skill made it so the fights no longer had any interest. After all, how fun was a fight you could win with just one punch.
…the strongest hero of all time. His name is rarely spoken aloud in human cities, as flashier, more famous heroes took the spotlight in theses population centers. True, he became the highest-RANKED hero, but his involvement was so subtle or behind-the-scenes, and he so despised fame, that few who he didn't save, or train, knew his name where humans thrive.
A sigh drifted out of the mouth of the boring-faced man as he looked on the fallen and weeping Subterranean King, the beast's broken swords laying on the pavement around him. If he was as weak and as unprepared as this so-called king, he would be ashamed to show his face in public, too, but they really did need some help. Coming to a split decision, he made the beast an impossible offer.
"I can help you… for a price!"
But humans aren't the only dwellers on this planet. Hidden in out-of-the-way nooks, or underground lairs, hidden mountain cities, or high-reaching aeries, poisonous bogs, or public dumps, heck, even hidden at the bottom of the sea, the monsters dwell. Here, his name is spoken with near god-like reverence, and here, his whim is law. All who disobey him feel his wrath, and his 'younglings' and 'hatchlings', his 'pups', his 'whelps', and his 'bamboo shoots' bring both fear and hope.
DAMNED MOSQUITO!!! Hunting theses things should be this hard! They are BUGS, for goodness sakes!
He ran as fast as he could as he chased the insect, never realizing that today, he would hear the words that would set him on his path, the words that would give him meaning, and his life purpose. Today, for the first time, he would hear the cyborg say…
To gain his wrath is easy. Just break the laws he laid down, or threaten the innocent. To gain his aid is easy. Just say…
"I would like to be your disciple!"
This is a story of the lawgiver of the monsters, the tamer of beasts, and the trainer of heroes. This is the story of Saitama, a guy who is a hero for fun!