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Chapter 7: HIS Match
A Champion's Challenge
The Second Match of the Event...
Expectancy
Something set unbelievably high for Saitama, as he made his way towards the entrance of the arena. He was dying to get his fight moving, so he kept a pep in his step as he walked, all to the discomfort of sleepy Tatsumaki resting on his head. Even now, Saitama was wondering why Tatsumaki was still on his shoulders, not that he minded, it's more like "Why?", and when would she get down.
"Baldy, can you stop with the weird walking, you're making me feel sick…" Tatsumaki whispered, too tired to even argue with him.
Tatsumaki felt embarrassed about thinking of this, but resting on Baldy's head like this was beyond comfortable. Better than any bed she slept on, and comfier than any pillow she would hug at night, Baldy's head was the best place to sleep on, hands down. Something about the softness, and the squishiness of his head made her feel safe, for some reason…
"What the hell am I saying?!" Tatsumaki screamed at herself, while gripping Saitama's head tighter. She was considering the fact that she must've gone clinically insane not too long ago, to the fact that she was still resting on Saitama's shoulders.
All the while, Saitama just casually walked towards the arena entrance, not really caring that Tatsumaki was still on his shoulders. He was too excited to care, and with a couple more steps, he finally managed to reach the entrance, 5 minutes early. Saitama's constant movements woke up Tatsumaki, much to her displeasure. She had half a mind to squeeze his face again, for waking her up, but was silenced when he started talking.
"Man, I can't wait! Yo, Tatsumaki, I hope your sister got stronger, I've been itching to fight in this place for awhile now." Saitama said, as he was lounging at the front of the entrance.
"Hmph, I haven't really been observing Fubuki for awhile, so wouldn't really know what she's been up to." Tatsumaki said haughtily, as she squeezed her things against Saitama, an obvious habit that was developing.
"Oh well, I'm ready for what she has to give. So who're you gonna root for in our fight? Me or Fubuki?" Saitama asked teasingly, shaking one of Tatsumaki's legs as retaliation to the squeezes.
Tatsumaki's face lit up like a lighter, now realizing that Saitama was about to fight her sister in a few minutes. What got her so embarrassed was that Saitama asked who she would cheer for in the match. Of course, she wasn't one of those types to be excited in these kinds of things, preferring to be the one fighting, rather the one cheering. But if she were to answer his question, the obvious pick would be for Fubuki, as she was her sister. But a little piece of her, way, WAY, deep down, wanted to say him, for no specific reason, whatsoever… Tatsumaki slapped herself, feeling a bit panicked at the moment.
"Come on Tatsumaki, get it together! Why in the world would you side with Baldy, here?! Fubuki should be able to rock the shine from his bald head, so why am I kind of wanting to root for him?!" Tatsumaki thought frantically to herself, squeezing and stretching Saitama's face in the process.
"F-Fubuki, Obviously! W-Who would cheer for you anyways, Baldy!" Tatsumaki yelled, clamping down hard with her thighs on Saitama's head, with no effect, mind you.
"Aw, and her I thought I might get a cute, green-haired esper on my team… Oh well, doesn't matter to me, so long as I get to fight!" Saitama said jokingly, not seeing that Tatsumaki's face was now looking like a red hot pan, from what he just said.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING CUTE?!" Tatsumaki yelled, burying her face into Saitama's head, too embarrassed to even look anywhere else.
"Um, you? There's nobody else here but us…" Saitama said, shrugging his shoulders, all the while feeling another barrage of squeezes.
"Damn it Baldy, just shut up!" Tatsumaki cried out, face still buried into Saitama's head.
Saitama just sighed, joking with this woman was still going to be a hassle, but whatever. Saitama actually found it funny seeing the esper so red, thinking she looked like a tomato as she did so. As Saitama was thinking about this more, a womanly figured came around the corner, wearing a long, black fur coat, and high heels. Saitama's fist clenched subconsciously, as he knew exactly who this person was.
Outside the Arena Entrance…
"Sup Fubuki, ready to throw down?" Saitama asked the woman, smiling, obvious excitement in his voice.
The woman known as Fubuki, turned her head towards Saitama, a smirk playing on her face. This man, he had this uncanny ability to get a rise out of her. Ever since he intervened himself with her, and her sister, Fubuki couldn't help but want to be closer with him. Saitama was the only person who had the balls to talk down to her sister, and for that, she couldn't repay him for it. What irked her was that Saitama thought of them as only acquaintances, and hopes to change that once after the match. Fubuki threw hair in a dominant fashion, and eyed Saitama competitively.
"Yes, and once I'm done with you, people will see how unbecoming you are with A-Class, and that I'll be taking your place." Fubuki said teasingly, while keeping an ice cold stare, throwing daggers at Saitama.
"Huh? What's this gotta do with ranks? I don't care about ranks at all. What I care about is a good, honest fight! Now are we going to go in, or are we just gonna talk about the weather?" Saitama said, stretching his hand towards the arena's entrance.
"Glady, I've been waiting for this moment, Saitama, to go all out and beat yo-" Was all Fubuki got out, before seeing a certain green-haired girl on Saitama's shoulders, hugging his head tightly. Fubuki turned all white, and what came next startled the shit out of Saitama.
"ONEE-CHAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Fubuki yelled in a childish manner, trying to pry her sister off Saitama's head.
"Oh, hi Fubuki, I was simply resting on this Baldy's head for the time being, what's the problem here?" Tatsumaki stated, as if it was the most normal thing to say, while fending off her sister's attempts to get her off of Saitama.
"The problem?! Me and him are going to fight any minute now! When in the world did you ever sleep on his head before?! If I remember correctly, you hated this guy!" Fubuki said, still trying to pry of Tatsumaki off.
"I never hated this Baldy, he just pisses me off, A LOT, and with me sleeping on him, that was like an hour ago." Tatsumaki said, deadpan, like it was nothing at all.
Fubuki was getting angrier by each passing second, from how casually her sister was answering her question like they were nothing. Since when did her sister act like a friend towards Saitama?! Like a childhood friend clinging onto her friend that she hasn't seen in forever, or a lost puppy following a stranger when said stranger give it food. Fubuki couldn't believe it, so she then turned towards the man in question, a massive frown on her face.
"How about you? Are you ok with my sister on your shoulders? She's put you through the wringer last time, if I remember. So don't you, like, kind of hate her?" Fubuki asked with pleading eyes, hoping Saitama's answer would knock some sense into her sister.
"Huh? One, Tatsumaki didn't put me through anything, let's get that straight. Two, no, I don't hate her at all. Sure, she acted like a stuck bitch that one time, but that's because of the situation, and Lastly, I don't really care that she's on my head. It's weird, yea, but I kinda got used to it." Saitama said, shrugging his shoulders, all the while Tatsumaki was stretching his face.
"I'm no bitch, Baldy…" Tatsumaki pouted, squeezing his head for the 100th time. Strangely enough, hearing Baldy saying he didn't hate her was like having an immense weight removed of her chest. As to why there was a weight there to begin with, she didn't have a clue, all she knows that she feels a whole lot better knowing there was no hate between her and Baldy.
"What are you doing, Onee-Chan!" Fubuki screamed, all the while feeling really embarrassed that Tatsumaki was doing this public.
"I'm just punishing Baldy, down here." Tatsumaki said, deadpan, giving another squeeze.
Saitama just rolled his eyes, and began walking into the entrance of the arena, too eager to wait for Fubuki, while Tatsumaki was still sitting on his shoulders. Fubuki was at a loss for words at how easily Saitama and her sister seemed to interact, almost like two friends nagging on each other… While here she was, just an acquaintance with the very man her sister was sitting on. Fubuki didn't know what pissed her off more, Saitama being so carefree (and unfair…) about her sister's antics, or her sister sitting on his shoulders, doing whatever she pleases to him.
Fubuki was now filled with the utmost rage for her sister, seeing as how she, the one that fought Saitama, mind you, was able to now act so nonchalantly with him, like nothing ever happened. Fubuki began to follow Saitama's figure, visibly shaking with each step she took, the floor and walls vibrating at a low frequency in the process.
"Onee-Chan, I will not lose to you again! Once I beat Saitama, he will have to acknowledge my strength, and we can become proper friends, just you wait!" Fubuki declared to herself, running after Saitama's outstretched shadow.
The way in which Saitama's shadow covered most of the entrance way, however, gave off a feeling of inevitable defeat. Fubuki gulped hard, thinking of how hard it will be fighting against the man that won over her sister. Like looking at an endless brick wall at the end of the finish line, there was no way to win, much like the case whenever an opponent of Saitama's fights him. Whatever the match will hold, Fubuki's chances of winning was that akin to a man born blind, trying to describe colors verbally, to a deaf child, meaning that it would be near, if not, impossible, and part of her, deep down, knew those chances weren't going to be any higher.
Below the Arena…
Saitama walked down a flight of grand stairs as he came out of the entrance hallway, wondering why they were leading down, all to then be answered by finding a massive doorway at the bottom. Saitama opened the doorway, which lead into an enormous underground warehouse, probably being the structure that was underneath the arena itself. The warehouse-like building spanned for several hundred miles, all laid out in darting blue, electrical wires and currents, and countless monitor screens could be seen shining brightly throughout the building.
As Saitama kept walking through the building, he caught glimpses of entire fields on machinery stands, being worked on by hundreds of worker robots. Some robots were mining away at some mountainsides fields with pick-like hands, while others were mowing away grass on grassy fields. Each field was custom made, never looking like another, and whenever a new field was needed, it would then get hoisted upwards, as a massive opening made itself known at the ceiling of the building, to replace the severely damaged fields as a result of the exhibition match. All of this space, and machinery got Saitama thinking, since it explains why the arena was so huge to begin with, being that just its battlefield alone, was over 25 miles long, and 25 miles wide.
"And I thought the battlefield was so big just to show off their money, boy was I wrong. So that's how they can repair the fields so quickly…" Saitama said to himself, putting a gloved fist in his hand, now understanding how the place worked.
What followed next as Saitama kept walking in the building, were large tower pylons of what seemed to be emitting some sort of colorless energy. It stretched from the floor, to several hundreds of feet into the air, and the smell that came off it was like ozone. It connected with several other towers in the area, and Saitama went ahead and touched it, only to be surprised that the energy followed his hand, to a certain length. As Saitama pushed up on the wall, he realized that his hand could no longer push forward, so he stopped pushing from there. When his hand left the wall, it simply reverted back it itself original shape. Looking at the oddly futuristic tower, Saitama asked Tatsumaki about it, who was still on his shoulders during the whole time he was down here.
"Hey Tatsumaki, what are these towers for?" Saitama asked, hoping she would have answer.
"These towers are what protect the audience from anything coming out the arena. They were placed here, by Metal Knight, due to that fact that we, as the participants in the tournament, have the power to obliterate everything in a one mile radius, hence why we're given so much space to fight in in the first place. From what I heard from you about the exhibition match, some idiot went and threw an entire comet on the other guy. If it were not for these tower barriers, the audience watching, along with several hundred miles of city blocks, would've been vaporized in the blast." Tatsumaki said, sounding surprisingly serious.
"Huh, so Metal Knight put these towers here. How did he know that heroes would have the power to destroy everything?" Saitama asked.
"He didn't, he just assumed that's how powerful we were, as participants, and made the precautions for it." Tatsumaki said, squeezing his head for asking such a dumb question.
"So how do the tower pylons absorb the attack?" Saitama asked, his face smushed between Tatsumaki's thighs.
"Well, Baldy, Imagine someone throwing a punch at somebody's face with no protection. The punch would go through, and the guy gets hit. Now imagine putting a wall in front of the guy punching the other guy, his hand would then hit the wall in return. But now replace that guy with a wrecking ball, and have it hit the wall. The wall would break, and the guy on the other side would die. You can replace the wall with a bigger one, but a higher power will just break it at some later point in time. No matter how you look at it, putting a bigger wall in place of the broken one is redundant, so the solution to this? Replace the wall with something stretchy, or cushy, like a hundred pillows, or so, and there you go, something that can't be broken so easily. The wrecking ball would still go through the hundreds of pillows, but the ball wouldn't have any force to it, whatsoever anymore, leaving the guy on the other side, ok." Tatsumaki said, feeling a bit smart, for her explanation.
"Yea, I get the reason, but why make the wall pure energy, and how is it stretchy?" Saitama asked again, scratching his head from all the explaining.
"No natural made, stretchy material can withstand such forces applied by us, the participants, and survive, so Metal Knight came up with a way to have said material at hand, that being the energy towers you see here now. Energy can't be destroyed, only transferred, and the kinetic blows these walls get, take the hit, and redirect that energy to the tower pylons, themselves. The towers, in turn, reverberate that impact energy towards the ground. How he got the energy to be what it is now, I don't know." Tatsumaki answered, giving small squeezes here and there.
Saitama took all of this information in as best as he could, trying to make a comparison. So, the walls were like a pitched trampoline, and when they're struck by something hard, they would wiggle that impact towards their respective poles, so as the damage done would go towards the ground.
"Huh, that's pretty smart, having that little system going on for this place." Saitama thought to himself, putting a fist into his gloved hand again.
"Huh, that's cool. Never knew you knew so much Tatsumaki, I take back what I said about calling you a dumb brat." Saitama joked, slightly impressed at how Tatsumaki knew this stuff.
"Hmph, about time, Baldy! You shouldn't think that others don't know anything." Tatsumaki said haughtily, arms crossed, while squeezing down on Saitama's head.
Saitama kept walking after that, head aching a little bit from the talking, until he was found by some arena supervisors, which then guided him to a certain location, that place being a golden platform. With a bunch of lights facing him, shining brightly, Saitama assumed that this was the panel where he would get lifted onto the field of battle. The same thing was happening to Fubuki, only she was directed towards a sliver platform. Saitama saw this happened to her, and waved down Fubuki, to make sure that she was alright, when she then responded with a wave of her own. Tatsumaki was still on Saitama's shoulders the whole time, and Saitama knew that she needed to get off now, whether she would like it or not.
"Yo Tatsumaki, rides over, get off." Saitama said, as he began to hear the whirring of machinery in the background.
"Nope, I'm watching your guys's fight firsthand. Don't worry, I won't interfere or anything of the sort, I just want to see Fubuki's progress." Tatsumaki said, squeezing her thighs again.
"C'mon Tatsumaki, I need to fight this one by myself, you can watch back on the patio." Saitama pointed out, pleading that she would get off with that reasoning.
"Again, I just want to see your guys's fight firsthand, and the progress Fubuki has done. I won't interfere, so please, Baldy, just shut up." Tatsumaki simply replied, keeping up with the squeezes.
"This woman, she doesn't understand a thing between a man and a fight that he was going to have!" Saitama yelled to himself, visible getting heated. Just when he was about to tell her off, an idea came to mind, like a bulb lighting up, or microwave's "ding" going off.
"Hey Tatsumaki, let's have a little wager…" Saitama said, which was answered with a quizzical eyebrow from Tatsumaki.
"If I can get you to say the number "7" in the next 30 seconds, you get of my shoulders, and go back to our seats at the 10th floor. But if I can't do it by then, I'll do whatever you want for a whole day, tomorrow. What do you say?" Satiama said, hoping that she would take the bait.
Tatsumaki looked at Saitama with wide eyes at his proposition. Really? He would do "anything" she would say for an entire day?! Evil thoughts flooded Tatsumaki's mind, as she can already see the Baldy acting like a dog in her house, doing her housework, and other things she wouldn't want to mention to herself, as she started going into weird territory, like her going to random places around the city with him, holding hands, and doing other stuff…
"WHAT AM I THINKING?! I'm only doing this to get back at Baldy, yea, that's right! For payback only!" Tatsukami convinced herself, as she gripped Saitama's head tightly.
"You're on, Baldy! Let's… Begin… Now!" Tatsumaki yelled, dead set on not even thinking about the number 7.
"What's 5 - 3?" Saitama asked, with a smirk.
"2!" Tatsumaki called out, confident.
"Then how about 5 + 3?" Saitama asked again, still smirking.
"8!" Tatsumaki yelled, thinking about the ideas in her head.
"3 x 2?" Saitama said, knowing 30 seconds was all most up.
"6! C'mon Baldy, are you even trying?" Tatsumaki said teasingly, thinking about the plans she would make for tomorrow. She then found herself hearing a happy Saitama, as he began to dance the "running man" in place.
"Woot, I did it! I win! I got you to say 6!" Saitama said smiling, all while doing his lame ass dance. A blushing Tatsumaki was then hell bent on clamping down hard on his head, making sure that Baldy remembered the bet HE made.
"Are you stupid?! The bet was that you would get me to say the number 7-" Tatsumaki yelled out, before realizing the mistake she just did.
"And boom, I just won. Ride's done shorty, try again next time." Saitama said with a grin, lifting Tatsumaki from his shoulders.
"B-But, t-that wasn't fair! You cheated! I want a do over!" Tatsumaki screamed hysterically, pissed off immensely, that she screwed herself over from something so stupid.
"Deal's a deal, Tatsumaki, now go back up to our seats, you can watch our fight from there. Like I said, you can try again next time." Saitama said knowingly, placing a blushing, pouting Tatsumaki on the ground, patting her head in the process.
Tatsumaki's blush knew no end, as Saitama's hand slowly caressed her head. Tatsumaki was never patted on the head before, so when Saitama did it, it felt really odd, but extremely comforting, as well. So when Saitama's hand left, she had to physically stop herself from reaching back up to grab his hand, and putting it back on her head.
"Whatever Baldy! Don't make me wait for you too long!" Tatsumaki yelled, walking towards the arena entrance in anger, arms crossed.
"What are you waiting on me, for?" Saitama called out, but Tatsumaki was already out of the area well before Saitama called out for her. He simply shrugged, and focused on the task at hand, for he was about to get into a long awaited fight, and all the excitement went back into rushing into him.
Fubuki, on the other hand, watched that whole scene play out, and was even more pissed off at her sister. Why was she acting so cute with Saitama?! And why was Saitama doing all of that in the first place? Wasn't he excited about the match earlier, So why would he go and do all of that with Onee-Chan. These questions and more flooded Fubuki's mind, but she would to deal them after the match. So with a despondent sigh, Fubuki mentally focused herself at the task at hand, and that was bringing down the Caped Baldy, once and for all.
Inside the Arena...
The panels of the mountain field opened, lifting up a Blizzard of Hell into the sunlight. Many people can be heard screaming for her, as she was a living bombshell, for her ice cold beauty. Fubuki stood on her sliver platform, carrying a smile with her along the way, waving down to the cheering crowd.
"I am the B-Class Rank: 1 Hero, Blizzard of Hell! I hope my skills leave you frozen with amazement today!" Fubuki yelled towards the crowd, playing her part as a showboater for the match, nothing wrong with playing into the crowd. The audience responded with a wave of hoots and whistles, obviously taking her side in this match.
Just when Fubuki was losing herself to the applause, the sound of a second panel opened, and out came her opponent on the other side of the field. Saitama was standing in his hero outfit, staring out towards the crowd as his platform came to a stop. He raised one hand towards the crowd, waving to them, putting on a carefree face.
"Uh, hi… I'm Caped Baldy, and, um, enjoy the match, I guess…" Saitama said, deadpan as he was looking out towards the crowd, his hand awkwardly waving to them. The crowd was dead silence at his appearance, wondering if they got the wrong hero to fight the Blizzard of Hell.
But before anyone could think about anything else, the arena's clock came on screen, to reveal the timer ticking. Saitama and Fubuki got into their respective sides of the field, waiting anxiously for ring of the bell.
"I wish you the best, Fubuki. Please make this entertaining for me, because I've been waiting for this moment for a long time now." Saitama said, his eyes pulsing with hints of primal fire.
"As I to you, Saitama. I hope you don't hold back against me." Fubuki said smiling, the timer now at the 10 second mark.
"Will see about that Fubuki, we will see…" Saitama called out, itching to move.
The timer came down to the 5 second mark, and everybody in the audience stayed quiet, for they were all going to see what this "Caped Baldy" was all about. To see if he was worth to fight the bombshell that is The Blizzard of Hell.
5…
All noise in the arena ceased...
4…
Everyone in the audience anxious, waiting for what was to come…
3…
A bead of sweat dropped simultaneously from everyone in the crowd…
2…
Fubuki concentrated heavily for the attack she going to throw out in a second…
1…
Saitama picked out his nose at the last minute, thankful he got that over with with one second to spare…
(Dooong)... (Dooong)... (Dooong)...
3 rings of the bell could be heard again, and without a moment's hesitation, both Fubuki and Saitama came at each other, guns blazing. Fubuki had a look of determination, hoping she can bring down Saitama, while Saitama was stone faced, hoping that this match was going to be a good one.
"Take this, Saitama!" Fubuki yelled, throwing her hands towards the ground, erecting 2 large walls of earth, and having them rush violently at Saitama. Saitama answered with a simple punch in the direction, causing both walls to shatter instantly in a cloud of dust and pebbles. Once the dust settled, he failed to see that Fubuki had vanished from where she made her attack.
"Got you! Special Move: Hell Storm!" Fubuki yelled, appearing a several feet behind Saitama, with the help of her telekinetic movements. A monstrous tornado then took shape, as Saitama was completely engulfed in its embrace. Debris from the shattered earth walls started to get picked up by the tornado, and any other surrounding objects flew straight into its path, all the while, Fubuki was smiling to herself, elated that she was able to land such an attack on Saitama so early on. The audience was at awe, as there was a now tornado on the field, growing in size by the minute.
Saitama was too surprised to react, wondering how in the world did Fubuki ended up behind him, as he was then pushed back by gale force winds that were forming at all sides from him. Then the debris came, coming in buckets, as it acted like bullets, making tiny rips into his custom. This pissed Saitama off, as now he would have to tailor his suit out, for the 6th time this week. When Saitama felt he had enough of this, he stretched out his arms, and simply spun himself in a circle in the opposite direction the tornado was rotating in. This caused an equal balance within, and the tornado dissipated into thin air. The audience was shocked to see the tornado disappear, replaced with Caped Baldy, spinning extremely fast
"Normal Circle Spin." Saitama said casually, as he destroyed the tornado with no real effort. After stopping himself, he searched for Fubuki, who was up above him, now preparing for another attack.
"That all you got, Fubuki? Cause I was hoping for so much more…" Saitama said, feeling very disappointed for the attack he just took, if that was one of her strong moves, then he knew that this fight was done.
Fubuki just started with daggers in her eyes at Saitama, seeing as how he just took out one of her stronger attack with virtually no effort at all. Fubuki gritted her teeth, and focused a large amount of psychic energy into her hands, after certain amount of time passed, she aimed her hands towards Saitama.
"That was nothing, Saitama! Try dodging these! Special Move: Psychic Hail Shot!" Fubuki yelled out, as she opened her hands, palms flat out towards Saitama.
Large, green orbs of energy sprouted out of Fubuki's palms, and came out in quick session at Saitama, who dodged each one with ease. When the orbs touched the ground, they exploded with a green hue to them. Sidestepping and weaving in and out, Saitama was making Fubuki's attack look more like a dance routine, much to the enjoyment of the kids in the audience, as they too, were starting to copy Saitama's movements. With Saitama kind of enjoying the rhythm he was dodging at, he decided to make lame poses as the orbs hit the ground, making the audience laugh with each pose. Fubuki, on the other hand, was feeling steamed, as Saitama was making fun of her attack.
"Hey! Stop fooling around, and fight me, Saitama!" Fubuki shouted, still keeping up with her orb attack.
"Aw, I kinda like the dancing though…" Saitama said, a bit sad actually.
"Oh, shut up, Saitama!" Fubuki yelled, now forming a very large orb to fire. When it reached critical mass, Fubuki launched it with a scream.
"Oh, well ok. Guess the dance ends here." Saitama said, as he watched an orb the size of refrigerator come his way.
"Joking Wave Punch." Saitama said easily, eyeing the orb of green light, and punching in the direction it was coming in.
What followed next was a large stream of pressurized air, ripping into the orb with blistering speed and force. Fubuki's eyes widen, as her orb was now showing signs of being pushed back towards her. How Saitama can push back an entire attack consisting of psychic energy with just air alone made no sense at all, and Fubuki was starting to get pissed at how strong he is.
"Oh no you don't!" Fubuki said, as she began firing more orbs into the large one that was being thrown back at her, in an attempt to throw back the attack.
Saitama lifted an eyebrow, as the orb was coming back to him now, even though he threw his punch. He then saw Fubuki planting more orbs behind the large one, trying to get the orb to fly back towards him. Saitama couldn't help but smile from how Fubuki was acting.
"She's really trying, huh? Alright, fine, I'll kick it up just "1" notch…" Saitama said to himself, preparing another punch. Winding up for another hit, Saitama arched his arms back.
"Normal Wave Punch." Saitama called out more sternly than before, as he punched just a bit harder than last time.
What came out of it was a visible pulse of air displacement, as all the air surrounding Saitama's being was redirected towards where he aimed his punch at. Like watching wind take a physical form, Saitama's punch had literally blown the very air away. Similar to the punch he used on Genos when they were sparring for the first time, A gigantic stream of air impacted the orb, causing it to fly upwards immediately, despite Fubuki's efforts to push it back. The orb was catapulted well over her, where it landed in another field, a couple of miles away. It exploded in a beautiful green mushroom, and the ground shook from the impact. The crowd was speechless, as they just witnessed the air take form around Caped Baldy's punch, like it was being guided or something. Fubuki's eyes were even wider, as she didn't think that Saitama could punch even harder than that… But she quickly shook of the fear, and started to prepare another attack.
"Not bad Fubuki, not many people could sustain one of those punches for as long as you did, good job!" Saitama said approvingly, sticking a thumbs up towards her.
Fubuki blushed at Saitama's praise, but didn't let it get to her head, as she now saw him moving towards in break neck speed. Before she knew, Saitama was just behind her, talking in a low, serious voice.
"But now I'll be going on the offensive." Saitama said, directly behind Fubuki's ears.
Fubuki yelped, as she used her telekinetic powers to launch herself anywhere, but where Satiama was. She ended up landing just a few feet away from him on the ground. It took her a minute, but when she got her bearings, she eyed Saitama with a heavy blush, and a pouting face.
"Don't sneak up on me like that, Saitama!" Fubuki yelled, trying to look fierce, only looking more embarrassed.
Saitama shrugged, as he threw a few casual punches her way.
"Consecutive Reduced Punches." Saitama said, throwing a barrage of punches towards Fubuki.
Fubuki answered by pulling out her boxcutter knife from her coat, as she imbued her weapon with psychic energy. The boxcutter glowed a green hue, and with a slash, a visible line of energy came from the blade. It collided with Saitama's fist, tearing a bit from his glove.
"Oh no, this attack also cuts cloths, gotta be careful here…" Saitama said to himself, worrying about the tailoring prices if he were to get cut up even more. He then got an idea for the situation, taking a stance as he wound up for this attack.
"Consecutive Reduced Wave Punches." Saitama said, punching the air lightly, as fast as he could. Compressed air bullets were taking form, and rushed forward, impacting Fubuki's slash attacks, both reverting back to thin air as they collided.
Fubuki watched in amazement at how much Saitama could do with just his fists, and only reminded her how little her chances were to beating him. But she had one more move to use, and it was strong enough to make her own sister worry about her using it. She would need to prep Saitama for the move, however, and she knew just how to do it. Fubuki rushed just in front of Saitama, and held her hands in front of him.
"Prepare yourself, Saitama, for this last attack! But first, Special Move: Full Body Bind!" Fubuki yelled, pressing her hands firmly against Saitama's chest, as a vibrant green light emanated from her hands.
Saitama was about to counterattack, when he realized he couldn't move his body at all. Weird, he had the thought of moving to attack Fubuki, but it was like his body was flat out ignoring his mind, giving the order to do so.
"Hmm, this is weird, that attack didn't hurt at all, but my body ain't moving anymore." Saitama thought to himself, as he was just standing there on the field with his arms to his sides.
"What I just did to you was simply negate your mind from ordering your body from moving. It'll only last for a few minutes, but that's more than enough time to use this on you!" Fubuki yelled, as she began to fly into the air. She stopped flying once she reached several feet above Saitama, and began to charge up psychic energy within her.
Fubuki's body soon shook, as her entire being was glowing green. It was then that a large ring of orbs started forming around her, and spun violently, making it look like a single ring was present. More rings formed, as much as 5 were present, as they rotated around her body. After another minute of charging, Fubuki soon started to absorb the rings that were spinning around her, growing brighter with each ring absorbed, up until all rings were gone, and her body shined like an emerald. It was then at this stage, that Fubuki remembered hearing her sister's voice about this attack.
"Fubuki, you are not strong enough to use this attack. If you do, you will die." Tatsumaki's voice played in her head, as she remembered the last time she used this attack.
"Well, watch me now, Onee-Chan, as I use this attack on Saitama!" Fubuki yelled within her, as she was almost done preparing for the attack.
Everyone in the audience was enthralled at how beautiful Fubuki looked with the attack, shining like an emerald that was freshly polished. Her body was shining so brightly, that the arena cameras couldn't capture the attack adequately.
Saitama watched the whole transformation, not like he couldn't do anything else at the moment. He was surprised that Fubuki had gotten this strong in so little time, getting a little bit excited at the attack that was sure to be strong. Which each passing second, Saitama felt his fingers move slightly, and by a couple more seconds, he was able to move freely. Saitama just watched as the attack was almost upon, and decided to see what the hype was about.
Fubuki was now done charging up, shining like a star at the end of it. It was just in time, too, as she saw Saitama begin to move. Fubuki held her breath, and with a confident smile, she aimed her body towards Saitama.
With determination coursing through her veins, her heart racing at breakneck speeds, and her resolve as strong as her sister, she called out to Saitama in a prideful tone.
"This one is for you, Saitama! Brace yourself for this! Limit Break; Final Move:Ice Age: Hell's Reckoning!" Fubuki proclaimed, folding her entire body towards ground beneath Saitama.
A rumble was felt amongst everyone in the audience, and the ground shook ever so slightly. Until suddenly, giant beams of green energy erupted from the earth, freezing everything it touches into a solid block of ice. Saitama tried to dodge the beams, but his body was still feeling the effects of Fubuki's Body Bind. With a shred of luck, Saitama was able to just graze an attack, his cape getting caught in one of the beams. His cape froze over, now weighing like a pile of bricks, not that Saitama noticed. Another beam managed to hit one of his legs, however. His leg, now encased in a block of ice, made it much harder to move. Anymore of these attacks, and Saitama will end up being frozen over.
"Not a bad attack, not at all." Saitama said to himself, smiling slightly, as a lucky beam caught him entirely, freezing him all over in a block of ice.
Once Fubuki saw Saitama get frozen over, she immediately stopped her attack, and fell down to the ground gracefully. Her once shining figure, slowly dimmed away, until Fubuki returned to her normal self. Fubuki smirked, as she was able to immobilize the man that beat down her sister, and in order for him to leave the ice, he would have to admit defeat to her. For Fubuki's ice was imbued with her own, special psychic powers, which held the ice in place. No amount of force, or heat could possibly break this ice, and the only way for it to dissipate, is Fubuki consciously telling the ice to melt.
"How's that Saitama? I just beat yo-" Was all Fubuki said, before the block of ice Saitama's body was in, started to vibrate violently. So much, that it was digging himself into the ground below him.
Fubuki watched as the block of ice struggled in the hole it created itself, still trying to get out of the ice block. Her smile grew wider as she saw the vibrating slowing down, until it reached a stop. Fubuki walked up next to the ice block, a giddy smile on her face.
"Hehe, nothing you do can break this ice, Saitama, so just admit defea-" Before Fubuki could say anymore, one of Saitama's fists broke through the block. Fubuki was horrified on what just happened, considering she just said that this ice can't be broken by any means, she then heard a few words coming from the block.
"Normal Cross Punch." Saitama said easily, as his fist raised itself high, and impacted the block below it. The ice block shattered instantly, revealing a deadpan Saitama stretching his body.
"Man, that was cold, burrr…" Saitama said jokingly, while eyeing a jaw dropped Fubuki.
"W-What? H-How did you g-get out?" Fubuki said, blown away at how unschathed Saitama looked.
"Huh? I just punched the ice. To be honest, It was hard to get a good position for me to punch inside the block, so I had to rub my arms against the ice very fast. When I had enough room to move my arm an inch or two, I was able to throw out my punch, and you just saw the rest, and there, I'm out." Saitama said casually, shrugging his shoulders in the process.
"B-But my ice can't m-melt…" Fubuki said meekly, feeling very light headed all of sudden. Saitama just kept shrugging his shoulders at her, since that is what happened.
"That ice move was pretty "cool", am I right?" Saitama said comically, throwing up 2 finger guns at Fubuki, who simply fell from both shock, and exhaustion.
"Huh, was is that bad?" Was all Saitama said, before he was treated with high amounts of applause. The crowd cheered for him, signalling that he just won the match.
"Oh, I won… I didn't feel like I won anything, though…" Saitama said to himself, carrying a passed out Fubuki towards the medical teams. He held up his hand towards the crowd, signaling that Fubuki was ok.
"Oh well, at least that was sorta fun for awhile… Hope the other guys here are a bit stronger." Saitama kept thinking to himself, as he handed Fubuki of to the medical team. He turned back towards the crowd, waving to everyone he could see.
The audience were impressed beyond belief, to see the hero that was Caped Baldy. He fought the entire match like it was nothing, and even when he was caught in the ice blast, he freed himself like he wasn't frozen to begin with. His moves were out of this world, literally bending the world with every punch he threw, and the fact that was super funny during the whole match, made it even more entertaining. Yes, the audience loved the performance Caped Baldy did, even with their pre-judged thoughts about him early on, and they all hope to see what else that Caped Baldy had to offer.
Saitama walked across the arena floor, trying to look for a way out, just when a door made itself present, that led back towards the arena entrance way. With a sigh, Saitama walked out of the arena, hoping that his next match will be a better more fun then this one, But somehow, he had a feeling that wasn't going to be the case for a long while.
Sup Guys, sorry for the long wait. Anyways, this was my longest chapter yet, and I hope it satisfies you for a couple of days, for i'm gonna need them. Thanks for those reviews, btw, really helped me steer this chapter. Hope to see yalls in the next one, and please review, I'm lonely...