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Chapter 4: A Champion's Interaction

A Champion's Challenge

The First Match of the Event...

Endurance

The last word that Saitama would use when describing someone who "fought" him… You see, very rarely did Saitama ever found someone that would last more than one punch from him, be it a normal one, or a joking one. And even if the thing getting punched survives, it would simply get downed by the second one he would follow up with. This very fact made fighting, for Saitama at least, boring as hell, and that there was nothing he could do to change that.

Saitama could only sigh, as he made his way across the entrance of the arena. He was trying to read the floor, and seat number on the ticket that Styles gave him earlier. Apparently, Styles bought the most expensive seats in the house, that being a specialized booth that housed big-shot guests. Those guest being all S-Class heroes that were either watching, or participating in the event, along with their assistants, high ranked Organization Officials, to observe the events of today's tournament, and a variety of celebrities that managed to pick up the special tickets. Saitama wasn't one for such ritzy places however, preferring regular seats to an event, but Styles went out of his way to get the tickets, so the least he could do was go with him.

If anything, Saitama was going to see how this tournament type fighting works, since he never fought in such a way before. As Saitama kept walking around the entrance way, he found a fancy elevator, its front doors decorated in silver and gold, making patterns of birds that circled around a crown of some sort. Saitama was genuinely pissed at this, noticing how fancy the elevator doors were designed in.

"Man, talk about a waste of money. No one ever stops and says "I wish elevator doors these days were better designed!", god, these people are just begging for attention." Saitama thought to himself, as he called the elevator.

The elevator took a minute for it to come down to the floor, making an angelic "ding" when it did. The doors opened, revealing a small couch in it, along with an AC unit, and soda dispenser. What was also in the elevator booth was a robotic woman, dressed in a freshly pressed uniform, smiling. Her hands and legs were machine-looking, but her face looked like a real woman's, a cute one at that. She wore her hair short, and cut, and her figure was slender, but firm. At the sides of her head, antennas stood up at an angle, making it look like she wore airplane wings at the sides. She wore a little hat that resembled that of stewardess, and as she smiled, a two rows of teeth were present.

"Hello sir, My name is Ava, may I see your ticket?" The elevator woman asked politely.

"Uh, sure ma'am…" Saitama said, as he handed her his ticket.

The robotic woman scanned his ticket through her eyes, making whirring sounds in the process. After a few seconds, she started to look at Saitama for while, eyes still scanning. The woman then returned his ticket, nodding her head at him.

"Ok sir, the 10th floor is where your seat will be." The woman replied sweetly.

"Oh, thanks Ava." Saitama said, as he entered the elevator, taking a seat on the couch.

Ava then pressed in a code for the elevator, and soon, the elevator began to rise. Wow, just wow, this whole experience is pissing Saitama even more, knowing that all of this shit is too damn expensive. As the elevator rode up to the 10th floor, Saitama was curious as to why a robotic woman was needed to be in the elevator, so much so, he asked Ava the question.

"Why does this elevator need a person to use it? No offense to you, Ava." Asked Saitama curiously.

The woman turned her head towards Saitama, smiling as she replied.

"Oh, I'm here due to an incident a several years ago. You see, there was once a humanoid monster that masqueraded as human, and rode this elevator to the floor where we're currently going to. This monster was trying to kill all of the S-Class heroes, you see, and thought to itself it could do so by having all them in one location. Fortunately, the S-Class Hero: Sliverfang intercepted the monster, as it was about to burst out of the elevator, and terminated it by cutting the elevator cables from the 10th floor. After the whole ordeal, Sliverfang made complaints to the Organization about how defenseless we are in such situations. As a result, you see me here now, acting as a greeter, and a gatekeeper, for this place." Ava said, winking at the end of the explanation.

"Huh, that's cool. So where there any other times that something like that happened?" Saitama asked again.

"Just one, thankfully, but don't worry, I took care of it. It happened a few years ago, a hulking monster, twice the size of the elevator itself, thought it could climb the elevator cables to enter the floor of where the S-Class heroes resided in. Unfortunately, I was there, and before the thing even set a foot towards the elevator, I unholstered my machine gun matrix, and terminated it by all types of gunfire. From explosive rounds to incendiary, I didn't spare a single type of ammunition when I fired my rounds into it. At one point, I think I threw a few electric rounds, just to be sure that the monster was apprehended. When security came to the scene, they were shocked that the monster was reduced to pile of charred bits and smoke." Ava said, smiling the whole way through at Saitama.

Saitama looked at this woman deadpanned. To think that she was packing that kind of heat underneath that appearance. Saitama couldn't help but crack a smile, he thought this woman was here for greetings… but boy, was he wrong. Saitama knew that this tournament was gonna be good, and by the interactions he's having with the people here so far, he was hitting it right on head. Saitama stood up, and decided to act a bit more chummy with this innocent looking robot lady.

"Uh-huh, right, ok. Remind me not to get you mad." Saitama said, teasingly nudging Ava's shoulder, as the elevator slowly came up to the floor.

Ava just stood there and laughed at Saitama, since this was the first time anyone took her story so easily. Most people she would guide in the elevator would be nice at first, but when she told them her past, they would become all quiet, and look at her in a different way. Awkward laughs, and roaming eyes was usually the reaction Ava received when she told her past. The people would then try to get as far away from her as possible, and running out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened. But this guy was the first one to be so relaxed about it, even as going as far to joke about it with her, like a friend that told a funny joke. Ava liked this guy, for the reason being that he was just a good guy in general, and that was the feeling she got when she first met him.

"Watch out sir, you might knock my guns out if you keep nudging me like that." Ava said with a smirk.

"Well then, pardon me, miss gunslinger, didn't think someone good with gun would be rocked by a few nudges." Saitama said, laughing a bit.

"Pfft, as if something like that would get me." Ava only laughed back.

Ava was elated at the fact that there was someone out there that would accept and treat her like a real person. A lot of people were already indifferent to robot people like herself, and the fact that she was retrofitted with weapons, both big and bigger, made it even harder for her to find someone to call a friend. So finding a guy like this made her life all the better, considering that she really didn't have a friend before. Sure, she had co-workers, but they never really talked to her in the way that this guy was currently doing.

But as Ava was thoroughly enjoying her time, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened wide. When the doors opened, Ava's heart sank a little, knowing that the little piece of happiness she just felt, was now going to leave. Saitama was about to step out, onto the floor, when he caught Ava's look.

"What's wrong with you, Ava? You ok, need an oil change?" Saitama joked again, but Ava wasn't coming out of it.

"O-Oh, it's nothing, p-please, get a move on, your seat will be in the booth that's just left of this room. Hurry now, you're going to miss the first match if you stay here any longer…" Ava said, looking down, her eyes a bit watery.

"Hmm? Why the long face?" Saitama asked, as he kept looking at Ava.

"N-Nothing, P-Please, get moving…" Ava said, stuttering now being heard in her speech.

"Uh-uh, nope, tell me what's wrong now, you were just laughing a minute ago... Now you're looking sad, was it something I said? I apologize then, for acting too familiar with you." Saitama said with clasped hands.

Ava was on the verge of crying now, seeing as how this guy was being so nice, and that he thought that he offended her somehow. It was too much for Ava, and she couldn't help but start crying. She looked up towards Saitama, water leaking from her eyes.

"It's just that… I never had a friend before… And what we did just now, I really liked that feeling, to talk to someone, you know?" Ava said sadly, trying her best to stop crying.

"Oh, well, I thought we were friends already…" Saitama said with ease, not knowing what effect it had on Ava.

Ava found her hands pressed to her mouth, looking at Saitama with wide eyes.

"This guy, just who is he? To think that he thinks of us as friends… I don't even know his name." Thought Ava, visibly shaking.

Saitama watched as Ava still kept shaking, and decided he needed to do something as a man. He asked Ava for something to write on, and with, and wrote down his address. He looked back at Ava once he was done writing.

"Well, whatever it is, stop being sad, it doesn't look good on you, you're too cute for that. So here, if you ever need to a person to vent to, come on over, and I will gladly listen to anything to need to get off your chest. By the way, names Saitama" Saitama said smiling, handing Ava his home address.

Ava couldn't comprehend what just happened, the fact that this guy, Saitama, handed her his home address, or the fact that he called he cute. Either way, Ava was slowly dying from happiness that Saitama was giving her. So what she did next was completely out of character for her, almost like an instinct, she gave Saitama a big hug and sobbed on him.

Saitama was caught off guard, feeling really awkward as there was now a woman crying on him. Was he too weird on giving his address, and for saying those things? Meh, he didn't care so much, for any man would do anything to make a woman stop crying. But now, Saitama had to deal with a crying woman on him, and he thought of the only thing he could do in this situation...

"U-Um, Ava, it's ok, alright? Just come over to my place anytime, and we can talk more from there. I gotta go, since I have a guy waiting for me, so… See ya!" Saitama said, as he ran out of Ava's grip and ran towards where the booth was.

Ava just stood there, holding Saitama's address in her hands and remembering the feeling of Saitama in her embrace. She looked at the piece of paper, and scanned it into her memory. She never had a friend before, and now she had the "ok" to come to his place if she needed to vent about things. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming, and after a couple of minutes, began to to go into the elevator.

"Saitama, huh? I will see you very soon then…" Ava said to herself with a soft smile, as she entered a code into the elevator, and doors closed to very happy Ava.

Hey guys, its me, ChickenMC, and put the pitchforks down. I know I said that I was going to make the next chapter the action one, but to me, that felt a bit too rushed in. So I thought to myself, "Why not put some exposition?" and boom, you got this little chapter, not exactly the action you wanted, but at least Saitama's at the arena now, right? (Anyone?) Well, anyway, I'd like to say thanks again for you reading this story, and I double Oreo Swirl, Butterfinger encrusted, caramel drenched swear I will get the action part in the next one. Well, see yalls when I get there!