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Chapter 5: The First Match
A Champion's Challenge
The First Match of the Event...
Excitement
A feeling that was coursing through Saitama's veins, as he made his way towards the specialized booth. Saitama was very eager to see the tournament, and to finally come and sit at the seat that would show him said tournament, he couldn't stop shaking. As Saitama opened the doors to the booth, however, he was blasted by the absolute fanciness of place. To call this place a booth was an insult, considering how big it was actually. From a very posh looking 19th century's bar stationed at the front, to the elegantly designed pieces of furniture scattered around, this entire placed screamed "waste of money", and Saitama was getting pissed from it. For god's sake, this booth's ceiling was well over 20 ft tall, almost taking the appearance of an entire hall, rather than a simple V.I.P.'s booth in any regular sports stadium. Saitama felt a bead of sweat roll down his head, as he began to traverse the enormous area, trying to find his seat. At one point, he saw a huge limestone-carved waterfall, which made the water take on patterns that symbolized the Hero Organization's logo, that being a massive bird.
"Freaking show off's, no one ever needs this much in their life…" Saitama said, as he passed the seventh complimentary wine tasting service.
Saitama was starting to get annoyed at how large this place was, and that he worried that he wasn't going to find his seat in time. If he was going to miss a few minutes of the match because of this… Let's just say he won't be too happy about it. It was then after a few minutes of walking, he finds Genos and King, talking amongst themselves outside the entrance of a large patio space. Saitama casually walked towards the both of them with a smile, glad he was able to see some familiar faces.
"Yo, Genos, King, what's up? It's been awhile. I was starting to worry I wouldn't see you guys until after the tournament." Saitama said, as he walked over to Genos and King, who were surprised, and happy to see him.
"Yo, what up bro? It's been a minute, yea. I just found this tin can a couple of minutes ago, and man, let me tell you how fancy this place is. It's like these guys "like" smelling their own asses, looking at how far up they are in them. Man, this place just says, "Look how much money we have!", pfft, show offs." King said to Saitama, clasping hands with him when got closer.
"Tell me about it… Do you know how many wine taste tests the offered me?! Like c'mon man, no one needs this much." Saitama said, deadpan as usually.
King could only laugh at this, since he was offered beer instead.
"I agree, nobody should live in such lavish lifestyles." Genos commented, smiling as Saitama patted his shoulder.
"Well, whatever the case is, let's just hope today's bouts will good, considering I'm one of the fighters in today's match later." Saitama said, moving over towards the patio area.
What Saitama failed to see, however, was the color drain away from both King and Genos, who were now remembering why they were here in the first place. They didn't know who was going up against Saitama today, and for their sakes, they hope it wasn't either them. They wordlessly followed Saitama outside, hoping that today wasn't their day to die.
When Saitama stepped outside, he saw the Arena in its full glory. The name of the arena was written out in big, golden, letters, and to say that playing field was huge was an understatement. Large sections of fields, ranging from all different types of terrain, covered the floor of the Arena. From rocky mountain sides, and large masses of water, to grassy fields, and snowy plains, the Arena's terrain collection was very extensive, and left Saitama a little bit impressed at how the Organization came up with such fields to do battle on.
Coming out of ogling at the arena, Saitama walked over towards the patio space, where he saw 3 rows of beautifully hand crafted grand chairs, each with a holographic screen that read the name of whose chair it was, and picture of the person for extra effect. Saitama didn't even want to know what half the price of these chairs were, and looked around for his name and face. When he found his chair, he started taking residence in the seat, rubbing his ass on it as much as he could, to make it just the right amount of comfortable. Next to his seat, he saw Styles's name, and the chairs around him had King's and Genos's face on them.
"Huh, talk about a coincidence, for all of us to be sitting together…" Saitama thought to himself.
Just when Saitama was about to start relaxing in his chair, a certain green hue started forming in front of him. What followed was green-haired woman, floating in the air, with a look of annoyance as she started down Saitama.
"Hey Baldy, what are you doing here?" A certain green-haired esper asked.
Saitama could only sigh, as he was now going to have to deal with this annoying kid…
"God, why does this shit always happen to me?" Saitama wondered, failing to see the red tint that was now taking shape on the green esper.
"Hey! Stop ignoring me, Baldy! Why are you sitting here?! This place is only reserved for people that have tickets for these chairs, and I know you don't have the money to pay for one!" The green esper yelled, hoping that this man would answer her. The nerve, no one ever ignores her, the 2nd Ranked S-Class Hero, the Tornado of Terror, Tatsumaki!
Ever since having that fight with the baldy, she could never stop thinking about him. How he was able to withstand some, if not many, of her attacks with ease. Scratch that, it looked like it had no effect on him at all, even when splitting the earth, and sandwiching him in there, he simply glided through it like he was swimming through water. She even threw a freaking tornado at him for pete's sake, and he just brushed it off like a summer time breeze, which pissed her off even more. How could some lowly A-Class take her attacks like it was joke? Moreover, why was this baldy so keen on trying to figure her out during that fight? What was his deal? Did he like her or something?
For that answer, she needed to have another go at the baldy, to see whether or not that this guy a fluke or not, Hence why she challenged him in the letter. But there was another reason deep down, so deep, that Tatsumaki wasn't even aware of herself, at least not yet. That fact being that she kind of wanted to be part of baldy's little excursions. Something about him was vastly different from all the other heroes she's met with, and not just for the fact that he can take whatever she can threw out. Also, it was for the fact that he was so involved with her in that fight, in a way that almost showed concern for her, and he fought her not with frustration, or irritation; Rather, he fought her with the reason of trying to figure her out. He had shown genuine care over her sister, even if there were supposed to be just acquittances, and that little display made Tatsumaki wonder what was he deal, even it was for a little bit.
Tatsumaki needed to get these questions straightened out, and the only way to do that was through fighting with the baldy again, so she hoped that their match would be decided later on today.
"I'm sitting here cause my face is on the screen, you dumb brat." Saitama said, pointing towards the screen, which presented Saitama's carefree face.
Tatsumaki started at the screen, which to her surprise, actually had his face on it.
"Saitama, huh?" Tatsumaki read to herself, as she was looking at the holographic screen… Wait a minute, did he just call a brat?!
"Huh?! Who are you calling a brat? Baldy! I bet people use your head as a mirror, for how reflective it looks. Look at that! I can even see myself in it!" Yelled Tatsumaki, as she floated upwards towards Saitama's head. But Saitama wasn't having any of it, not right now at least.
"Oi oi, you better stop brat, you're making 10 year olds look older than you." Saitama said, as he was trying swat away Tatsumaki, who was now hovering just above his head.
This made Tatsumaki even more mad now, making her blush more apparent. To think this man had the balls to keep calling her a kid. How could this guy make her lose her composure so easily? Was it the stupid face he wore when she would look his way, or was it the glare that came from his bald head when the sun was caught in it's way. Whatever the reason, Tatsumaki had the growing urge of pinching this man's cheeks, and stretching his face like a rubberband, which she did.
"What's your problem, brat?! I didn't do anything to you!" Saitama yelled, as Tatsumaki was stretching his face out.
"It's because your face looks so stupid, freaking Baldy!" Tatsumaki could only yell out, unrelenting about stretching his face.
Genos and King walked up towards the patio space, all to find Saitama and the 2nd Class S-Rank Hero: Tornado of Terror, quarreling like two friends that were fighting over the last fry in a McDonald's packet. They watched as Saitama and the 2nd Class were going at it, as the 2nd Class Hero was on Saitama's shoulders, stretching his face out, while Saitama was trying swat her off like a fly. Genos and King looked at each other, shrugging at the same time.
"That's Saitama for yea, bro's always making people act a certain sort of way." King thought to himself, as he watched Saitama grab a hold of the 2nd Class.
"I thought the 2nd Class would be more refined than this… She's acting like a child towards Sensei, But who am I kidding, she threw me against a wall before..." Genos also thought to himself, as he watched Saitama tickle the living hell out of the 2nd Class.
"STOP, STOP! Stop tickling me, freaking baldy, this is rape!" Tatsumaki cried out, laughing as hard she could, tears streaming down her face
"You started this shit, brat, and now you're going to get treated like a brat!" Saitama said in annoyance, rapidly tickling Tatsumaki's sides.
You see, when Saitama was little, whenever he would start getting mad, or upset, his mother would tickle him out of his mood, until he would stop being mad. Sure, it would take a couple of minutes of torture, but it gave instant results, as Saitama would find himself not as mad as before. So since Tatsumaki was acting like an upset brat, Saitama came to the only possible conclusion for her… Tickle Hell. So he kept at it for a solid 5 minutes, before releasing his hold on her. He was watching at how Tatsumaki was now lying on the floor of the patio, panting from the lack of air, feeling a bit of retribution in the flow over him. Tatsumaki sat up on the floor, breathing heavily, tears in her eyes, and a pout was seen on her face.
"What was that for, Baldy?! Why did you tickle me so much?" Tatsumaki tried to sound mad, but it came out more of pissed off murmur.
"Why were you stretching my face?" Saitama simply asked her in return.
"No fair! I asked you first!" Tatsumaki pouted at Saitama, sitting crossed legged, arms crossed at her chest.
"(Sigh) Because you were acting like an annoying brat, and because you were stretching my face. Ok, now your turn." Saitama said, impatiently tapping his foot on the floor.
"That's! Um…" Tatsumaki only said, as she looked at the floor, feeling very embarrassed at the fact that she acted this way, because he called her a brat.
"Exactly what I thought, no answer. (Sigh) Look, I'm not mad at you or anything, Just don't go streching other people's faces like that for nothing. Otherwise, they might think you're an annoying brat." Saitama could only say, as he went back to sitting on his chair, looking out towards the arena.
Tatsumaki could only stare at Saitama at this moment…
"What the hell was that? No one's ever treated me like that before! The nerve of this guy, acting like we're close or something…" Tatsumaki thought to herself, as she started to remember the awful sensations at her sides.
Tatsumaki never acted this type of way before to anybody before, and no one ever had the balls to do what that baldy just did to her. Somehow, though, she felt oddly at ease, knowing that the baldy wasn't really mad at her outburst… What, wait? When did she ever care about if someone was mad at her or not? Tatsumaki shook her head, and started to levitate off the ground. She floated over towards Saitama, trying to get his attention again.
"Look Baldy, Just know that we're going to fight in this arena sooner or later, so you better prepare yourself, you got that!" Tatsumaki said, hands on her hips.
"I can say the same to you, Tornado of Terror." Saitama said, showing a brief seriousness to her, eyeing the woman with hints of a primal fire blazing in his eyes.
Seeing Saitama with that look, made her wonder even more on just who this guy is.
"Hmph, It's Tatsumaki to you, Baldy." Tatsumaki said, turning her head to face the arena.
"And it's Saitama to you, brat." Saitama said, also facing the direction where Tatsumaki was facing.
All of this unfolded before Genos and King, who were standing there, wondering on how these two were so close. Maybe it was a time where neither of them knew about, or simply that Saitama did his weird magic on her just now. Either way, Saitama just gained a new friend, even if it didn't look like it other people.
"Yo Genos, think she'll be coming over to the apartment now?" King asked, as he slowly walked to where his seat was.
"Knowing how Sensei is, I believe so." Genos said, following King's lead.
Tatsumaki floated in the air awkwardly, not knowing what to do now, since she was bent on getting rid of the baldy off the patio space. But knowing now that the baldy was here on actual terms, Tatsumaki felt even more embarrassed from how she acted with him. What sucked even more was that her seat was directly behind Saitama's, and that she wouldn't be able to watch the coming matches, without the use of her powers.
Saitama looked over to a fidgeting Tatsumaki, and wondered why she acting like this now. Sure, he scolded her, but that's what she gets for acting like a child. It was then Saitama realized that her seat was directly behind his, and that she wouldn't be able to see the arena too well, due to her being so short. So Saitama did what was only natural to him.
"Yo, Tatsumaki, wanna trade seats?" Saitama said causally.
"W-What?" Tatsumaki looked a up at Saitama, surprised that he mentioned that.
"I like a seat in the back more than in the front, just wondering if you want to switch, that's all, it's cool if you don't wanna, though." Saitama said again.
"Um, sure, I guess that's fine… But it's only because you suggested it, and that I don't want you to feel bad if I were to say no." Tatsumaki said in a haughty attitude, but secretly grateful for the change of seats.
This guy, it was like he knew what her problems were, and just causally solves them like it was nothing.
So with that, Saitama got up, and moved over a to the seat in that back, which he would to make comfortable again. With a sigh, Saitama made one last look towards Tatsumaki, who was now sitting comfortably in his previous chair.
"Man, what a pain this woman is. Hope she can fight a bit better, now that she's recovered from her wounds." Saitama said to himself, hopeful that he was right about this.
Just then, a voice with a boston accent came from the patio entrance, calling out Saitama's name.
"Boss, ey Boss, Where are ya? I've been looking for ya all day, and you still ain't here yet!" Styles called out, pissed off at how late Saitama was to the first bout.
"Yo Styles, I'm right here!" Saitama called out, waving down Styles as he was moving down the row of chairs.
"Where the hell were ya, Boss?! I've been trying to get a hold of ya for a minute! One moment, I lose track of you at the entrance of the Arena, the next thing I know, you're in your seat before me!" Styles said, before noticing something off with the screen that displayed the names of the seat.
"Um, Boss, this ain't your seat." Styles pointed out, just now realizing whose seat this actually was.
"U-Uh, Boss, you know you're sitting in the 2nd Class Hero's Seat, R-Right?" Styles said, shaking a bit.
"Yeah, She's right in front me, as a matter of fact. Yo, Tatsumaki, come see a friend of mine." Saitama called out, poking Tatsumaki's shoulders.
Styles was trying not to foam at the mouth, considering Saitama was calling out her name so casually, and poking her shoulder. Mind you, Saitama was poking the shoulder of THE 2nd Class Hero, Tornado of Terror. Styles secretly prayed a quick prayer, hoping their deaths would be quick and painless.
"What do you want now, Baldy?" Tatsumaki asked, turning her head to face Styles.
"Oh, I just wanted to introduce to you a friend of mine. His name's "Styles", and he's been my assistant for the training period." Saitama said causally.
"U-Um, nice to meets ya, Ms. Tornado of T-Terror." Styles meekly said.
"Uh, hi, I guess…" Tatsumaki said, tilting her head in a confused fashion at Saitama.
"Just what the hell is Boss thinking?! You can't just go up and talk to one of these S-Class heroes like its nothing!" Styles screamed internally to himself, thinking that Saitama has gone crazy.
Just then, Genos and King came behind Saitama, taking up their respective seats next to him. Styles was about to faint, knowing that two more S-Class heroes have just sat them next to Saitama. Styles could only hope that Saitama doesn't do anything to piss off these guys. Sure, he knows Saitama is strong and what not, but these guys are S-Class heroes, meaning they're top tier of the metaphorical cake, and that pulling any shit with them means a really bad time.
"Hey King, Genos, what took you guys so long? I've been sitting here for a solid 5-10 minutes already." Saitama said jokingly.
Styles was going to kill Saitama for his carefree attitude one of these days, he swears it.
"We were just watching the show you were putting on with the 2nd Ranked S-Class. Who would've thought that the scary Tornado of Terror was ticklish?" King said, as he was clasping hands with Saitama.
"Shut up! Unless you want to become a ball of meat, I suggest you stop talking about it!" Tatsumaki screamed out, overhearing what King said.
"Well, bad kids need some sort of repercussion, so tickling was the best way to handle it. I just didn't know that Tatsumaki was that ticklish…" Saitama said teasingly, eyeing Tatsumaki, who was know blushing brightly.
"Damn it Baldy, just shut up already!" Tatsumaki yelled, who got out her seat, trying to fly over to Saitama again, to have a chance to stretch his face.
"Nope, you need to learn how to act your age, which now that I think about it, is not too far off…" Saitama said, now smirking at Tatsumaki, who took residence on Saitama shoulders.
"Can you please dismount from Sensei's shoulder, Ms. Tornado of Terror! You're making a scene!" Genos said, trying to get the situation under control, to no avail.
"He started it! And now, I'll be the one who's going to end it." Tatsumaki said, stretching Saitama's face again.
Styles could only watch as 3 S-Class heroes were talking and interacting with Saitama as if he was an old, close friend. Their whole exchange was very fluid, almost like they've been friends for a long time now, and this was their routine. He saw King causal pat one of Saitama's shoulders, as the Tornado of Terror stretched the ever living life outta Saitama's face. Then you have the Demon Cyborg trying to talk things down, while Saitama out of all of the commotion, simply wore a carefree smile. Styles was at a loss for words, Was Saitama that popular?
"Damn it, Take it back, Baldy!" Tatsumaki yelled, still stretching Saitama's face.
"Nope." Saitama said, as sat in his chair, looking towards the arena, or tried too, as Tatsumaki was sitting on his shoulders, stretching his face out.
"Please adhere to Sensei's request, you're making it difficult for him to see the match!" Genos yelled loudly at Tatsumaki.
"But he was the one who made fun of me first! Only fair I settle this matter myself." Tatsumaki said in a bratty attitude to Genos, stretching Saitama's face.
"Haha, Who knew Tatsumaki was one of those touchy-feely types, am I right, bro?" King said, laughing at how Saitama's faced looked as Tatsumaki stretched it far and wide.
"Not me, Man." Saitama simply replied, now getting used to feeling of Tatsumaki's stretching.
Styles wondered how Saitama made friends with all of these heroes, but that train of thought stopped, when another S-Class hero came, and sat down behind Saitama. It was Silverfang, looking positively happy, seeing as he had a smile on his face.
"I swear Boss, if this S-Class hero also knows you…" Styles thought to himself, as Bang place a hand on Saitama's shoulder.
"Hello Saitama, it looks like you have a little problem on your shoulders." Bang said with a grin, pointing at Tatsumaki's figure.
"Oh, this? It's nothing, to be honest, I'm starting to like the feeling. It feels like one of those high end massages you get at a spa." Saitama said smiling, which was answered with squeeze of Tatsumaki's thighs against his head.
Bang sighed wistfully, to think that Saitama would rope in a girl like Tatsumaki into his pace, he truly was an outstanding hero.
"By the way, who is the fine gentleman sitting next to you, Saitama?" Bang asked again.
"Oh, that's my friend, Styles. He helped me out as an assistant for the training period." Saitama said, still having Tatsumaki on him.
"I see, so then, Mr. Styles, how do feel about our friend, Saitama, here?" Bang asked, turning his head towards Styles.
"What I think about Boss?" Styles questioned Bang, confused.
"Of your time with Saitama, what are you opinions of him?" Bang said, looking a bit more sternly at Styles.
"Boss ain't too bad." Styles said jokingly to Saitama, who frowned when he heard that.
"But to be perfectly honest, Boss is one hell of a guy to be around. One minute, you're doing your own business, and then, WHAM, you're sucked right in Boss's pace. He ain't the type to look down on ya, rather he's the type a guy that you wanna follow around, to see what he's gonna do next. You know what I'm saying, old timer?" Styles told Bang honestly.
Bang was satisfied with this answer, since most of that is true, without a doubt. Of all the people that Saitama's been with, almost all of them still kept in touch with him, in one way or another. One could say that they can't help but want to be around him, since "He's a hell of guy to be around", that much is true.
"I know exactly what you mean, youngster." Bang said, smiling at Styles.
"I ain't that special… Jeez Styles, can't you cut back on the compliments?" Saitama said sheepishly, for he never thought Styles would say something like that.
"But it's true, you goof." Styles said, punching Saitama's arm.
"I agree with Styles, Sensei, you are a person of high interest for many people, including me." Genos said to Saitama.
"Yea, you kinda have a thing that makes people do shit your way." King also added in.
"Guy's, will you shut up?!" Saitama was on the verge for leaving this place in a huge leap. He didn't do anything special to warrant such praise, so why was he getting it now?
Tatsumaki was hearing all of this, as she was still sitting on Saitama's shoulders, and couldn't help but agree with each of them. This guy has made her do things that she wouldn't do to anybody else, not be a longshot, in a span of several minutes. And to say that she kind of wanted to see what he would be doing next isn't a lie either. Tatsumaki thought to herself that she was going insane. How can one guy be able to do this her, and with no clear reason as to why, what was his secret? Well, whatever it is, Tatsumaki kept up her stretching, hoping it would have some sort of effect on Saitama.
"Yo, Tatsumaki, are you gonna get off, or what?" Saitama asked, wondering why she still on him.
"Nope, I still haven't gotten you back for all the things you did to me." Tatsumaki simply stated, a hint of smile forming, while squeezing her thighs against Saitama's head once more.
King, Genos, and Bang looked at each with a certain type of glance. They all knew what this was going to be leading up to and they would have to get use to it, that being Tatsumaki's presence as the fourth person in their group. They all sighed in unison as they would to have to get use to her quirks, but they can't complain, knowing each of them had one as well.
Styles was actually enjoying the scene he was watching, as the 2nd Ranked S-Class was still on Saitama's shoulders, and the 3 other S-Class heroes behind him were trying to talk to Saitama in some sort of fashion.
"Man, ain't I lucky to a know a guy like that. One in million they say, one in a million…" Styles thought to himself, with a smile on his face.
Time passed, and soon, Saitama was getting a bit bored with the intermission thing going on. He asked Tatsumaki, who decided she was just gonna sit on Saitama's shoulders, a question by shaking one her legs.
"Hmm, I wonder when the match will start, it been like 30 minutes already." Saitama said as he looked the arena's main clock.
"I don't know, Baldy. Probably it will start in a few more minutes." Tatsumaki said, now going easy on the stretching, since her hands were getting tired.
And with a thundering boom of a several mega speakers, and the main clock receding into the walls, the arena roared to life. Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to a stage that was being elevated up by machinery. In the middle of the propped up stage, a man, dressed in all white suit, wearing a top hat, and holding a cane, was striking a few poses. He was also holding a microphone, and started to bring it up to his face. With a few more poses to strike, the man finally started to speak.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Cats and Dogs alike, I, Avner, Curator of Light, would like to inform you lovely people, that the first match of the today's festivities will begin momentarily." The man said with an showman's voice.
Saitama was giddy with excitement, vibrating softly in his seat, much to the surprise of Tatsumaki, who was still sitting on his shoulders.
"Before we can get to the battle of heroes, we will now post the challenge brackets of today, starting… Now!" Avner shouted with passion, stretching his arm out towards the results of today's matches, which appeared on a holographic screen that emerged from the floor of the stage.
Today's 3 Main Match Line Up:
B-Class Rank: 1 - Blizzard of Hell (vs.) A-Class Rank: 7 - Caped Baldy
A-Class Rank: 1 - Sweet Mask (vs.) S-Class Rank: 14 - Demon Cyborg
S-Class Rank: 7 - King (vs.) S-Class Rank: 5 - Child Emperor
When the results popped up, many of the S-Class heroes that were with Saitama, excluding Tatsumaki, were relieved to find out they aren't going to be fighting with him yet. Saitama on the other hand, was now thinking about how he was going face of against Tatsumaki's sister, who was woman that surrounded herself amongst others to make her feel stronger. Saitama quashed those ways of thinking for her, yet her men still remain loyal to this day. Saitama hoped that Fubuki had gotten stronger in the time they were apart, and that she learned to rely on her strength the most, rather than those of other people.
Tatsumaki looked at the board with wide eyes. Apparently, her sister was going to be in a match against Saitama this round, and knowing how she had trouble with dealing him in the past, she could only hope that Saitama let's her down easy. If only Tatsumaki could switch places with Fubuki, and have that fight with Saitama instead, if only…
"Yo, Tatsumaki, are you ok with me fighting your sister?" Saitama asked, shaking one of her legs to get her attention.
"This is a competition, she signed up knowing the risks of this place. It would be an insult to both me and her if you didn't fight her." Tatsumaki said sternly, gaining some respect from Satiama.
"So the brat can be an adult sometimes, who knew?" Satiama joked around.
Saitama was rewarded with a renewal of stretching and thigh squeezes, but to him, this was Tatsumaki giving the green light from him to fight Fubuki. Him knowing that Tatsumaki was ok with the fight means that he doesn't need to worry about her causing ruckus later on.
Saitama felt his blood boil with pure excitement, and he needed to get this fight underway, or else he'll go mad with emotion. The announcer again started speaking, after a few minutes of the match results being up on the stage.
"Now that today's events are planned out, please enjoy this exhibition match to the fullest!" Avner said with passion.
Before long, the stage came back to the original ground floor of the arena, and what followed was a hero, clad in black iron armor, and wearing a knight's helmet, appearing from a panel that was seen opening in the grassy field section.
"I am the the S-Class Rank: 19 Hero, WorldBreaker! I hope my skills will be enough for you people today!" The hero boomed towards the crowd, bowing.
WorldBreaker had some serious gear on him, as his iron armor looked like was made from used tanks plates. He was holding a black, iron shield the size of the elevator doors Saitama used early on, and a hammer that looked like it was a bunch of truck engine blocks welded together. He was a hulking hero too, standing at about 9 ft tall, WorldBreaker towered over the grassy field. He really looked like an S-Class hero.
"I've never seen him before… Genos, what do you know about that hero?" Saitama asked.
"One moment, Sensei… Here it is, S-Class Hero: WorldBreaker, Rank 19, is a hero who gained the Rank of S, by destroying an entire island with his sheer power. The island of question was infamously known as an island of monsters at the time that held Tiger, Demon, and Dragon level threats monsters. WorldBreaker was sent there to destroy a few of those threats. He proceeded to do so by dropping from the plane that was flying him over there, and dropped himself from 30,000 ft. When he made impact on the island, the force produced rivaled that of several nuclear explosions simultaneously exploding. To the astonishment of everyone in the Organization, after the dust settled, the once known island, was now blown away from existence. For this feat alone, WorldBreaker was given the rank of S. " Genos stated, as lines of text could be seen running across his eyes.
"Wow, he blew up an island." Saitama said, a tiny bit impressed.
"But there is more Sensei, later on in the future, WorldBreaker was no longer shown to the public, due to issues with the Organization. It says here that, WorldBreaker, was accused of spreading highly sensitive Organization information. Although no evidence was ever founded for such claims, WorldBreaker was still found guilty by the Organization, and was to never be recognized publicly as a hero, let alone one of S-Class." Genos said, as lines of text could still be seen rolling down his eyes.
Saitama could only shake his head in disappoint from hearing that piece of news.
"Man, that sucks, I feel for this guy already. Just imagine it, saving a bunch of people, killing a ton of monsters, and preventing utter destruction on a daily basis, and yet someone from some random place has the authority to prevent you from having the recognition you deserve. What a world we live in, what a world." Saitama said bitterly, shaking his head.
Genos could only gawk, as his Sensei just described his exact same situation, where no one would give him the recognition that he deserve so much more than this guy did.
Another panel opened not too far away from Worldbreaker, and Avner came out it this time.
"And I am the S-Class Rank: 18 Hero, Avner, Curator of Light! I hope my performance leaves you all dazzled by the end of today!" Avner said, as he too, bowed his head towards the crowd.
Anver replaced his last get up, donning a white metal suit, with wings and thrusters at his back side. His metal suit shined with such intensity, that a few people in the crowd had to avert their eyes, as to not strain themselves, looking at him. All the while, Anver struck hero poses, laughing confidently as he did so.
"Him too, I don't know him either. Genos, know anything about this guy?" Saitama asked, facing over to Genos.
"Let me see here, Sensei… Here we go, S-Class Hero: Avner, Curator of Light, Rank 18, was a hero who rose to the rank of S by providing power to several 3rd world parts of the country. He was sent to a multitude of parts in the country, to help the status of each place he went to. The power that Anver shared was similar to that of hundreds of nuclear power plants, and the energy he had given was completely clean of harmful properties. For this reason alone, Anver has gained many peace awards in his time, and was given the rank of S happily." Genos said, kind of amazed at this hero's rise in rank.
"Wow, what a guy, to help out the entire country with his powers." Saitama said, smiling softly.
"However, Sensei, Anver was also caught in a situation similar to WorldBreaker's. It had to do with something along the lines of identity fraud. Supposedly, a piece of intellectual property resembled the hero Anver too well, causing the owner of said intellectual property to sue the Organization for plagiarism of said property. At an attempt to stop the case, the Organization came up with a deal for the owner, that being that they would get rid any and all likeness of Anver from both the public and their records, so that the owner wouldn't file a case against them. The owner agreed to this terms, and what followed next is that the Organization getting rid of Anver's name from the public, and hero database." Genos said, feeling sad for the treatment of this hero.
Saitama was really getting mad towards the Organization now, since they were throwing this heroes under the bus.
"Damn it, why does the Organization do this type of shit?! These heroes don't deserve such treatment for what they've done!" Saitama thought to himself, tensing up heavily.
Saitama was about to say something, when the sound of a gong rang out. The two heroes out in the field started to walk towards their respective sides, and stood there, waiting. WorldBreaker, raising his hammer into the air, and swinging it for the feeling. Anver, priming his suit, the thrusters at his backside lighting up in response. With a few seconds of silence, and the heroes wishing the other "Good Luck" and that war's fortune was upon them, the arena's main clock came out the wall, to show that it has been transformed into a timer. The timer started at the 10 second mark, and began to count down. Around the 5 second mark, each hero took their respective stance, waiting for the clock to ring…
5…
Heavy breathing was heard amongst the crowd…
4…
Women and children standing at their seats, waiting for the action…
3…
Both heroes eyed each other with absolute concentration…
2…
A collective breath was taken and held by everyone in the audience…
1…
Saitama gripped his seat at the edge, ever so slightly…
(Dooong)... (Dooong)... (Dooong)...
3 rings of the bell could be heard, and without a moment's hesitation, both heroes rushed to each, their weapons raised and a battle cry from their mouths. This was the start of the tournament known as "THE CHAMPION OF HEROES", and for everyone that was here, knew that this tournament was going to the best one that is to come… At least, that's how Saitama felt about whole ordeal, seeing as he found himself standing, in response to the fight he was about to witness...
Sup guys, ChickMC here, and I'm super sorry for the delay of the chapter. I promise to get the next chapter by the end of tomorrow, scout's honor. Thank you guys for reading my diddy, and I encourage all of you to leave a review, to gauge how I'm doing with the story. Welp, that's all I gotta say, so, see yalls in the next one!