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Chapter 15: Heroes, Unite!
A Champion's Challenge
Inside the Arena Hallways…
Satisfaction
A feeling that washed over Saitama as he wandered through the Arena hallways, a wide smile on his face. Anyone could tell from the way he walked, that Saitama was in a great mood. Feeling stupidly satisfied for no reason at all, Saitama kept walking tall, his smile only growing as time passed. Like coming out of a stuffy room for the first time in years, he took this feeling in stride, and reveled in it. It was like blur for Saitama, as he recalled on the moments that happened just a few minutes ago. After all of the applause and commotion died down, Saitama was given clothes from the nearest gift shop by an Arena worker, and was guided towards the Arena entrance. Bad was retrieved with delicate hands from the medical staff, his body never changing its stance, even when he was carried out by a team of medics. This act itself made the audience clap harder, from the sheer manliness that Bad demonstrated. Saitama then walked the length of the Arena entrance, and the rest was history.
Saitama felt great, lightly stretching his body as walked throughout the halls. He hadn't felt this good in a very long time, and with how today's match went, only made him wanting more. The match itself with Bad was an awesome one, considering it had a lot of explosions and fire in it. For him at least, the match felt like a satisfying workout, not too serious, but enough to get his blood pumping adequately. Sure, he might've not gone serious at all during that fight, but man, did it feel good to kick it up a notch once in a while. Saitama was so happy, he made a small fist bump in the air in response, confident that these fights were only going to get better, and that he'll use his fists a lot more often, and a bit more seriously.
On one side of the Arena Hallways next to Saitama…
Once Saitama had left the length of the hallway, a black robed figure loomed out of the side of the hallway, a faint smile on its face. Once it was done trailing behind Saitama, it slinked back into the shadows of the hallway, its form merging perfectly into the wall's shadow. But just before the figure morphed into the shadow, it's whole form could be seen shivering from excitement, its smile growing larger from the fight it had just witnessed thirty minutes ago.
"You're such a tease Saitama, haha! Showing someone something so exciting, but leaving it so half-assed! It'll be fun going up against you, definitely!" The black figure thought to itself, its smile still growing. And with a only a couple of seconds passing, it fully merged into the shadows, tiny ripples of it's black being spreading across the length of the wall, disappearing from sight.
Meanwhile: On the Patio Space…
Everyone in Saitama's group felt a surge of motivation flow through them, suddenly having the need to train as a result. Both Bang and Genos made mental notes to themselves, both of them focusing on future training regiments. Shoten went straight into incorporating his aptly acquired data projections with an entirely new robot schematic, heavily focused on improving not just his hardware, but himself. The data he had taken from the match alone was enough to make a new line of incredible machines, and he was hell bent on upgrading his own personal arsenal as well. Tatsumaki sat on Saitama's seat with her hands gripping tightly on the sides, feeling like she needed to train harder for a reason that seemed impossible, even for her. Even King was motivated to get stronger, strong enough to make his current title a reality. Sure, he didn't know what he needed to train on exactly, but the feelings of training covered him still. Everyone present on the patio was knee deep in thought, when suddenly, a soft thud was heard at the patio door. Everyone turned their attention towards the noise, both surprised and disappointed to see who came through the doors this time.
A hero with long, white flowing hair came through the doors with a gust of wind rushing behind him, his face showing no emotion, except serious. Clad in a dark blue bodysuit, with his trusty sword holstered to the right side of his waist, his large white cape flowed gracefully in the air. He then walked briskly towards his allotted seat, not making any attempt to acknowledge the presences of the other heroes that were beside him. As he was walking towards his seat, his two small, black eight-pointed stars on both sides of his head, glinted in the sunlight, giving off the impression that he was wearing a crown. He then sat on the seat with his face on it, and looked over towards the Arena field, never once making eye contact with the other heroes that were near him. Looking at the utter destruction the Arena field was left in in the previous match, made the hero smile inwardly to himself, his hand instinctively going for holstered sword, but he stopped himself quietly. After laying their eyes on the hero that sat down, everyone, besides the hero mentioned, let out a disappointed sigh. They all wished that it was Saitama that came through the doors, instead of the hero of white, Flashy Flash.
Flashy Flash had a reputation in the Hero Organization for his massive ego, obnoxious seriousness, and ludicrously rude policies. Always one to be dismissive of heroes below S-Rank, and a hero that always stated that he could defeat most of his colleges in his current rank, made him one of the most unlikable heroes to date. If not for his ice cold looks, and even colder skill set, Flashy Flash would've been dismissed from the Hero Organization outright, for the mountainous amount of complaints he's received from all heroes ranging from C to S-class. These complaints can be recorded all the way back from when Flashy Flash was just starting out as a hero, and even in the present, he still gets the usual scoldings from the Hero Organization. None of these things never concerned Flashy Flash however, for he was a hero that always rushed towards achieving his goal as fast as possible, regardless of the means it takes to achieve it; For what is the purpose of morality in someone's actions, if people are being saved from those very actions? This mindset, and attitude had been in place in Flash's mind ever since he started off as a hero, and had never changed since.
Flash heard the collective grunts from his colleagues, but paid no mind to them, as he knew that he could take on most of them. Regardless if they team up, or fought him one-on-one, the outcome would always be the same. All of the S-Class heroes sat there in cold silence, the air filling with heavy tension as time passed on. Only five minutes passed, before Tatsumaki was the first one to acknowledge Flashy Flash's presence.
"Hey Elf-Boy, care to explain why you're being so obnoxious right now?" Tatsumaki said with crossed arms, and a furrowed brow, still sitting on Saitama's seat. Flash made no attempt to even face Tatsumaki, let alone answer her question. Tatsumaki got pissed off immediately, watching as Flash's back faced her, giving an almost bored expression. Flash only sighed to himself, continuing to stare off towards the Arena field.
"Elf-Boy, I'm talking to you. If you don't want to get launched to the moon, I'd suggest that you answer me now." Tatsumaki said again, her anger rising quickly, and her voice getting louder. This time, Flash pulled down his two pointed stars from his head, and placed them in his ears, acting like earplugs to drown out any unnecessary noises that might transpire.
If Tatsumaki was pissed then, she was furious now, as she used telekinesis on Flash's stars. She then pulled them off from his ears, and placed them back on the sides of his head. This made Flash turn towards Tatsumaki with face that shouted that he didn't want to talk at all.
"What is it, child?" Flash said with a very bored tone, his accent sounding very formal, like that of lord. Flash was already feeling tired as he was talking to the bite sized hero, bored out of his mind.
"C-Child?!" Tatsumaki stuttered out, her face lit up with embarrassment. She was a hair's length away from launching Flashy Flash to the moon, just when Genos put his arm between her and Flashy Flash, stepping in for Tatsumaki.
"What she's trying to ask you is, why haven't you made any attempt to commune with us? Isn't it rude to not acknowledge your colleagues?" Genos asked with a small amount of bite in his voice, hoping to get a rise out of Flash.
"If you are so desperate for a Hello from a hero, you might want to reconsider being a hero yourself, let alone an S-Class one at that." Flash answered coldly, his voice chilling the air between him and the heroes. His eyes never blinked, as he then shifted his attention towards Genos, staring at him with cold eyes. Genos's eyes twitched with a flash of orange fire, the servos in his arms instinctively activating for a fight. Tiny trails of steam could be seen coming off Genos's entire body. Luckily, Bang was there to stop anyone from going too far.
"Now Now, you two need to calm yourselves, the both of you. Flash, Genos is simply asking why you haven't said anything to us. Although you do not need to acknowledge us in the slightest, it is still customary to do so, as to not disrespect the people who work with you, me included." Bang said with a stern voice, earning him a scoff from Flash.
"I find it confusing that you think that my behavior is disrespectful, considering I do not see the lot of you deserving of my respect in the first place. So if you would, do not take my actions to heart, since I simply do not care what any of you have to say. This is the logic I follow, so for me to act in the way I am now, is not out of the ordinary. On the contrary, I believe me acting this way garners more favorable results, rather than wasting time on frivolous activities such as customs, or how one should interact with each other." Flash said with a quizzical expression, looking at Bang as if he were a senile old fool.
Bang was a person that seldom disliked very few people in this world, and Flash was one of those people. Bang always prided himself to always talk with control and wisdom, but with the way Flash was talking to him right now, made Bang flex his muscles slightly. For Bang, talking with Flash was like talking with one of the most obnoxious man in the world, completely disregarding everyone, and everything he associated with on his own violation, regardless of what or who he was interacting with.
"Hey, you need to take an easier tone on them, Flash." King said with a low voice, rumbling Flash's seat subtly as he talked. Flash the turned towards King, his cold gaze piercing King down to his core. King's resolved harden from this, the muscles in his arms tightening, his heart already picking up the pace.
"Oh, please do not take this the wrong way, but I am simply stating my grievances, considering they were the ones that started the conversation. But I will hold firm on my earlier comment. Try to see it in a logical perspective, why would anyone care about what other people think of them? What would be the point of wasting energy on how you perceive yourself to others, just to make yourself more appealing to nameless few? I will tell you the answer, there is no point for doing such menial tasks. What truly matters is how one conducts themself, and how one achieves their goal. Once a goal is obtained, the methods and means used to obtain it should not be questioned at all. Take for example this conversation, you asked me a question, and I answered it truthfully, regardless of the way I answered it. How you feel about me and such is irrelevant, since I completed my goal of answering the question." Flash said with low tone, cutting through King's voice cleanly. He made sure his point was portrayed in the most literal sense possible, not giving a chance for any other interpretation of his words.
King was left with his mouth closed, and a dissatisfied grunt filling the air, as a throbbing vein on his head popped up. He was pissed off that he couldn't do anything about Flash's behavior whatsoever. But what irritated King the most was it was that Flash right about one thing. It shouldn't matter what others think about you, since at the end of the day, you're still you. King knew that ideology by heart, seeing as Saitama was the walking example of that fact. Just as everyone was close to beating down Flash, Shoten soon came into the conversation, hoping to diffuse anymore tension that was already hanging in the air.
"Flash, you don't need to be so cold. All you need to do is to address your colleagues, that's all." Shoten said with reason, his accent taking on a formal tone. He hoped that that only was enough to stop Flash's insistent comments. Flash simply turned his attention towards Child Emperor, his face almost forming a small smile just looking at him.
"Child, the adults are talking right now. Simply do whatever children do, and do not concern yourself with matters that involve the mature. In fact, why not converse with the green haired child that is sitting beside you?" Flash said with a cold voice, a small smile now present. His eyes however, gave off the impression that he wasn't joking at all. Tatsumaki's anger grew tenfold, while Shoten was getting worked up from Flash's comment.
"C-Child?! I-I'm the smartest k-kid in Japan, and in the H-Hero Organization!" Shoten stated loudly, his kid accent now showing, while a light blush taking form on his face. Flash only continued to smile, knowing he was getting to the little hero.
"As true as that statement might be, you must understand, even if you say that, you are only the smartest kid in Japan. That, by itself, is proof you are not old enough to converse with matters that does not involve children. As for being the smartest at anything in the Hero Organization, I heavily disagree." Flash said with cold convection, smiling even bigger now, his gaze now centered on Shoten. Shoten bit his lip as Flash was talking, waiting for him to finish, his body trembling from anger as he listened in.
"Albeit, you have made small, marginal leaps in the Hero Organization with your simple robots and technology, It is the hero, Metal Knight, that deserves the title of the smartest anything in Japan, since he alone has immensely improved, and developed the Hero Organization as it is today. You are still far too young to converse with adults in a serious setting, so if you could be so kind, please cease your incessant prattling already, would you?" Flash said with a cold, thin smile, asserting his dominance over the small S-Class hero. Situations like these always made Flash smile slowly, since it allowed him to revel in his superiority.
Shoten sat in his seat quietly when Flash was done talking, his hand hovering over a button on his laptop he had out still. The button was labeled "RELEASE" in big, red letters. It was linked to a line of elite security bots that stood on standby at all times at an undisclosed warehouse nearby, ready to engage in battle at any time.
Everyone in Saitama's group felt extremely heated, staring at Flashy Flash hard with daggers for eyes, ready to beat the ego out of him. But before they made a move on him, Flash began to talk again, his face not changing, an almost sleepy emotion now present.
"Now that I have addressed all of you, can you please leave me be? I must say that conversing with all of you, especially the children, was discomforting, taxing, and most of all, an abhorrent waste of my time" Flash said honestly, speaking his mind cleary, not noticing the angry looks he earned from everyone.
Everyone at that point was ready to strike, not caring about the repercussions that might happen. Shoten's hand was an inch away from pressing the button, while Genos's arms started to surge with fire. Bang's muscle flexed intensely, irked by how disrespectful Flash was being right now. Tatsumaki was soon surrounded a subtle green hue, and King could be heard revving up his engine, ready to scare the shit out of Flash. Flash sat there in his seat, his attention now towards the Arena field, not feeling the heavy pressure that's been forming by all the other heroes present. Just when everybody was going to jump Flashy Flash, the doors to the patio opened again with a hearty slam, welcoming in another hero. Everyone immediately calmed themselves at that moment, a feeling of heavy embarrassment washing over all of them as they did so. All of them realized that they were going to attack another hero due to what they said, making them think of Saitama, and how he would react. Saitama would simply laugh, make fun of the hero mentioned, and then ignore said hero, simply moving on with his day. So with a collective deep breath, everyone did just that. As everyone took a deep breath, they turned their attention towards the patio doors. What came through the doors this time wasn't a person, but a belly, and an enormous one at that. Soon a head followed after, and the rest of the limbs. What finally emerged from the patio doors was the hero Pig God.
Pig God stood there on the patio, some of the sunlight being blocked out by the sheer size of his body. He stood tall at over eight feet, while sporting a stylish haircut. Large rolls of fat could be seen moving in all directions, even though he stood still. What's more bizarre was that not one of the rolls fat ever moved in the same direction. His black hair was drenched in natural body oils, and his face held a contented look. He was wearing a long, light blue sleeved shirt that stretched as far as an 10XL shirt would go. His shirt also had text, reading as "FEAST OR FAMINE". His shoes looked like they were about to burst, while his dark blue sweat pants gave off the impression of a snug fit. All and all, to call Pig God a big man was an insult, for he was far bigger than big could describe. Pig God also held a large, transparent plastic sack that held an untold amount of burgers in his right hand, their collective juices dripping at the bottom of the bag, onto the floor of the patio.
Surprisingly, Pig God was one of the few S-Ranked heroes that acted like a hero when the time called for it. With his level of attentiveness and cooperation whenever he was summoned, Pig God had unintentionally made himself a hero sought after to work with, regardless of the short amount of time he was a registered hero within the Hero Organization, and how he looked like. His skills are also nothing to overlook either, as he possess some of the strongest, as well as some of the weirdest, strengthens that the Hero Organization had to offer. He had also earned the respect of most of his colleagues, due to his easy-to-get along nature, and his no-nonsense attitude when it was time for work. In a sense, Pig God was a stark difference with regards to Flashy Flashy, as he was a hero that displayed high end, model attributes. However, the only problems with Pig God is that he is gluttonous to no end, and is extremely lazy in every other scenario if the situation allows it.
Pig God's appetite is bottomless, once cleaning out an entire city block's worth of restaurants after a quick victory with a Demon-Class level threat, in just an afternoon alone. As a result from the victory, along with heavy criticism from all food vendor sources, Pig God was given the permission to haul an unlimited amount of food from any establishment under the Hero Organization banner. As for Pig God's laziness, if the situation doesn't require him to act serious, he becomes the jolly blob of mass that appears on the patio we see at the moment. Sometimes too lazy to move, Pig God is known to fall through floors and walk through walls to get to a destination, rather than taking conventional means. Still, Pig God was a much better hero to get along with, unlike some other hero whose hair flows gracefully in the air.
With a loud grunt, Pig God moved towards the rows of chairs, eyeing his face immediately on one of the seats. He lumbered towards the seat rather quickly, his burger sack making a trail of grease and juices as he did so. The seat itself was more like a couch, and with heavy sigh, he sat down roughly, causing the whole patio to shake slightly at its foundations. Once Pig God was comfortable, he opened his large sack of burgers, and started scarfing them down like he was drinking water.
Luckily, Pig God's seat was placed in it's own row, placing him several feet away from the rest of the S-Class heroes. That didn't help however, since Pig God's eating soon gave off a rancid smell of meat and sweat, wafting throughout the patio space. The smell hit everyone like a brick wall, even making Flashy Flash wince as soon as the smell hit his nose. Shoten pulled out a sweet smelling stick of candy lip balm from his backpack, and applied a little of it underneath his nose, replacing the terrible smell instantly. Tatsumaki erected an invisible barrier that blocked out the smell entirely, while Genos mechanically closed his nostrils, eliminating the smell. King and Bang simply ignored the smell, already too accustomed to Pig God's mannerisms, while Flashy Flash extended both of his arms outwards at the sides of him, and brought them down to his body in an instant. What happened next was a permanent light breeze forming, blowing in a downwards direction beside him at both directions. The breeze aimed the smell away from him, towards the floor instead. All of the S-Class heroes had developed ways to deal with Pig God's eating over the times he has done it now, and this was no exception.
After a few minutes of Pig God's violent grunting, and choking, he slowed down to a stop. He then tied his burger sack up, and looked over towards where the other heroes sat. With a jolly smile, he motioned himself to acknowledge the other heroes with a wave from one of his large hands.
"Oi! Bang, King, how's it going!" Pig God said with a loud, jolly voice, his face slightly jiggling, even after he was finished talking. King and Bang looked over, Bang waving his hand in the process, while King tried to look tough in the meantime.
"Nothing too exciting, old friend." Bang said from his seat, facing Pig God as he talked.
"Not much on my front either, Pig God." King said along with Bang, moving to face Pig God as well.
"Ah, that's good to hear! By the way, I never got the chance to say good work yesterday, King." Pig God said, his jolly voice still present, placing his bag of burgers on the side of his seat. After watching the amazing match that happened yesterday at his home, Pig God ate a ton of food in celebration for his victory.
"Not to mention that cyborg that was with you. Goodwork, Demon Cyborg! Fine match you had yesterday." Pig God said with a hearty laugh, shaking the patio lightly as he did so. Pig God was also surprised, and pleased that the new S-Class hero was someone that could be relied on, and that he wasn't all bells and whistles.
"Thanks." King said with a light grunt, looking strong as he sat in his seat.
"I agree, thank you Pig God for the kind words." Genos said in a respectful manner, facing towards Pig God, while bowing his head slightly when he said it. Pig God laughed lightly at the cyborg's politleness, now turning his body over towards Child Emperor.
"Well, I hope you aren't too depressed over there, Child Emperor. You had a fine match yourself." Pig God said apologetically, noticing Child Emperor was sitting next to the Tornado of Terror.
"Not at all, in fact, I felt ecstatic from yesterday! You see, yesterday's match shed a bit of light on some devices I need to vastly improve upon, including some of my own personal equipment." Shoten said with pep in his voice, being honest as he spoke.
"That's great to hear! And how's are only female S-Class hero feeling today, huh?" Pig God asked with wide smile, his voice hearty and rich like a burger itself. He then noticed that the Tornado of Terror was sitting on the wrong seat, but decided not to look too deeply into that, not wanting any trouble for anyone.
"I'm doing lovely, thanks for asking, Pig God." Tatsumaki said in a low, sweet voice, surprising not only Pig God, but everyone else in the process. Almost all of the heroes stared towards her, wondering where that voice came from. Hell, most of them thought she was incapable of demonstrating any other emotion other than pain-in-the-ass.
"W-What?! Why're you all staring at m-me?!" Tatsumaki said in a high pitch voice, making Pig God laugh a little harder, shaking the patio once again. Today was full of surprises, and hearing the Tornado of Terror speak so kindly for the first time was a great one at that.
"Oh think nothing of it! Just glad to hear that you're feeling fine. Oh, hey Flash, hope you're enjoying yourself today." Pig God said to Flash, as he shifted himself on his seat again, facing Flash's direction.
"...Yes..." Flash said in a very quiet voice, making no attempt to face Pig God as he answered him. Pig God was one of the very few heroes that Flashy Flash had come to respect, the only other heroes being Metal Knight, and Atomic Samurai.
Pig God made a small smile as he heard Flash respond, now turning his attention towards the Arena field. Looking at the destruction that was made apparent on the Arena field made Pig God smile and his belly flex, now knowing that there was another hero that can keep up with all the other S-Classes that were currently in the roster. Pig God also entertained the idea that there was now another hero to pick up on his slack, making him chuckle to himself.
"Not bad, Caped Baldy! I wonder if you can throw the same maneuvers at me when the time comes…" Pig God thought to himself, still chuckling slightly, sweating just a bit as a result. For some reason, he was itching to throw a few moves at Saitama, since the Garou incident was put to an end due to his actions.
Hearing Flash answer so quickly to Pig God's response irked all of the heroes to no end, wishing that they could face him in a match themselves. Pig God simply chuckled lightly to himself again, knowing all too well that Flash's actions would always be like this. You could say that this whole act was a daily routine in a sense, and it made Pig God's smile grow a little wider. Some would even say that this scene kinda resembles a family in a sense. Just as everyone was getting into a comfortable silence, the patio doors opened once again, this time very slowly, and with care. What came out next were two, incredibly fit heroes, their muscles flexing instinctively once they saw everyone else looking at them. A hero who stood tall, towering at about seven and a half feet, whose dark alloyed skin shined brightly against the sun, and with a hero whose muscles bulged in grotesque angles, while demonstrating old fashion bodybuilder poses. Both the heroes Superalloy Darkshine, and Puri-Puri-Prisoner walked towards their respective seats, large smiles on both of them. Darkshine walked onto the patio shirtless, wearing only black jeans, and black sneakers. Puri-Puri-Prisoner's outfit was the traditional jailer's inmate uniform, white slip-ons on his feet, along with a ball and chain, and a cute orange cat sweater wrapped around his waist. Everyone watched as the two heroes walked to their seats, recalling on how they came to be heroes at all.
Flashback: Darkshine & Puri-Puri-Prisoner...
Superalloy Darkshine wasn't always the muscle bound hero we see today. On the contrary, many years ago, he was but a twig of man, getting made fun of, and pushed around for how tall, and skinny he was, looking like a very thin tree sapling. Yet, despite the harassment, Darkshine was a very gentle giant, not showing a single sign of hate or anger for anything. Instead, he was always seen smiling, greeting and helping the people that passed him by, regardless if they were kind or mean. Still, the harassment continued for a long time, and for such a man to receive such hate, was cruel. But the moment he rescued an entire family from a random car bomb by shielding them with his own body, made almost everyone shut up about his appearance. Although Darkshine was later taken to the hospital for critical wounds from the event, his heroism was answered immediately, receiving a glowing invitation from the Hero Organization, and getting the chance to do even more good for more people. With a teary eyed smile, Darkshine accepted the offer, and went to work right after he was discharged from the hospital. In his mind, Darkshine wanted to protect people with the very body he trusted with to protect the first family, and thus, he trained it for years to make it as strong as metal itself.
Soon after, Darkshine found ways to make his body the best shield that had ever existed, making his muscles swell with massive strength, and shine brightly with pride. As a result of his many years of training, Darkshine became one of the strongest heroes to date, his own body being a shield for both hero and civilian alike. With regards to how he works with other heroes, he's seen as a god send. Even though he's very large man, almost all the heroes that work with him, always want to work with him again, just from how well he can work with others. But the real reason that makes Darkshine such an outstanding hero is not his body, but his absolute kindness that has followed him throughout the years. Along with his genuine smile, Darkshine had made himself one of the most beloved heroes in the Hero Organization of all time.
Puri-Puri-Prisoner on the other hand was never weak to begin with. Puri-Puri-Prisoner was always strong, his body being big and strong since birth, then developing into the man that fights for the Hero Organization today. The only thing that made him different among the other heroes was his past, and what happened to him. Years ago, when the Hero Organization was hard pressed to find new candidates to fill in for a new roster of heroes, they looked into reforming high class, harden criminals. Funny enough, it just so happens Puri-Puri-Prisoner was up for the task. Caught and captured multiple times by law enforcement, he was then wrongly accused (As stated by Puri-Puri-Prisoner himself…) of several counts of invasion of privacy of hundreds of men. As such, he was sentenced to twenty years in solitary confinement by three different judges, each of them adamant in their ruling. Little did Puri-Puri-Prisoner know, all three judges knew the charges were fabricated, as a means to ensure that Puri-Puri-Prisoner goes to prison. He then found himself locked up in a small prison cell only three days later, taking on a jailer's inmate uniform, and his name forever branded as a sex offender.
With his already massive body making it hard for him to move about in the tiny prison cell, Puri-Puri-Prisoner promised himself that the corrupt judges will pay for punishing an innocent man. He was only five years into his sentence, before he was given an invitation by the Hero Organization, although only offering the chance to become a discretion hero. A discretion hero is a hero that's employed by the Hero Organization to serve as reconnaissance, as an espionage agent, and most importantly, a peacekeeper. The catch is however, these heroes are hired behind closed doors, meaning they aren't recognized as heroes in the public, and they remain rankless. And an even bigger problem still, if said hero where to find themselves in an altercation, be it life threatening, or minor, the Hero Organization would not be liable to help/assist them, no exceptions. The Hero Organization has thousands of these types of heroes on standby, their presence ensuring that the peace was upheld in all the surrounding cities, at the price of their own recognition. With some heavy thinking, and five years being mostly alone in his life, Puri-Puri-Prisoner took on the job, ready to serve as a new hero. Thing is, five years alone with yourself can make most people do things, things not everyone can think about doing, and Puri-Puri-Prisoner was no exception to this rule. Even after taking on the job, all of that time being alone changed Puri-Puri-Prisoner, making him long for the touch of someone, anyone really. And with this change, transformed Puri-Puri-Prisoner into the beautiful bruiser we see today.
Once released from prison, and registered as a discretion hero, Puri-Puri-Prisoner's first order of business was to pay the judges a little visit. What happened after he visited the condemned judges is still not certain, but some speculation indicates that all of the judges later then moved into Puri-Puri-Prisoner's household of their own choice, their reasons unknown. After that was done, Puri-Puri-Prisoner made it his ultimate goal to punish the deserving, but doing so in a way that would make bad boys turn into good men. Putting on his old jailer's inmate uniform as a symbol of hard love, he went to work, cleaning up the various city streets that teemed with countless bad boys with his fists of love. What resulted from Puri-Puri-Prisoner's actions was a huge decline in petty crimes that spread from city to city, all attributing from the fact no petty criminal wanted to be part of Puri-Puri-Prisoner's harem of bad boys. The Hero Organization, although a bit mortified, recognized the impact of Puri-Puri-Prisoner's actions, and how he single-handedly cleaned up several cities in only a month's worth of time being a hero. He was then formally acknowledged as an S-Class hero publicly, and was an instant hit among the Okama districts across all the cities.
If one were to describe working with Puri-Puri-Prisoner, it would be like working with a professional wrestler trying to bake a cake, while wrestling another wrestler. Although Puri-Puri-Prisoner has a big heart, he tends to let his hands do the talking, often causing more harm than good in most cases. As far as how smart he is, he at least knows that the cereal goes first in the bowl, and the milk comes up last, yet he somehow still manages to forget that sometimes. Most high ranked heroes would pass on having Puri-Puri-Prisoner as a partner, but nonetheless, he is still an excellent S-Class hero.
Present Time...
Darkshine and Puri-Puri-Prisoner walked up towards respective seats, their faces flickering on the monitors. With a relieved sigh, Darkshine sat down onto the chair, followed soon after by Puri-Puri-Prisoner, who took off his slip-ons, and started to scratch his feet vigorously once he sat down. Although Darkshine was used to it by now, both Shoten and Tatsumaki watched in horror as Puri-Puri-Prisoner effortlessly scratched his feet, skin filings falling to the floor as he kept scratching. King, Bang, and Genos could only shiver in their seats, slightly unnerved by how little Puri-Puri-Prisoner cares about doing something so private in public. Pig God ignored Puri-Puri-Prisoner's rudeness, while Flashy Flash didn't even see what was happening behind him. Shoten was about throw up, and Tatsumaki had the decency to let Puri-Puri-Prisoner know he shouldn't be doing something like that in public.
"Pi-Pi-Prisoner! Stop doing that this instant! You're outside in public, and it's freaking disgusting!" Tatsumaki yelled towards Puri-Puri-Prisoner, only to get a smile her way from the man that continued to scratch his feet.
"Oh, Hi Tornado! Nice to see you here, of all places too!" Puri-Puri-Prisoner said with an innocent smile, completely unaware about what others were saying about his foot scratching.
"N-Nevermind that! Can you please stop scratching your feet in public?! It's gross!" Tatsumaki protested loudly, her voice getting higher in pitch.
"But my feet are itchy. Do you know how far me and Darkshine had to walk just to get here?" Puri-Puri-Prisoner reasoned out, putting his slip-ons back on, his feet feeling great now.
"Tornado is right Pi-Pi-Prisoner, it's not appropriate to scratch your feet when they're others in open, man. You should apologize for such rude behavior, man." Darkshine said in a stern voice, getting a small nod from Tatsumaki. Puri-Puri-Prisoner only grunted, and bowed his head slowly towards Tatsumaki, and apologized. Tatsumaki nodded at this, and then faced towards Darkshine, her face taking on a softer tone.
"Anyway, it's good to see you arrived just in time, Darkshine. Matches are going to start soon, you know?" Tatsumaki said with an sweet voice, getting a surprised look on both Darkshine's, and Puri-Puri-Prisoner's faces.
"W-What? Is t-there something on m-my face or something?" Tatsumaki said with a slightly red face, feeling her face if there was something on it. Darkshine and Puri-Puri-Prisoner only laughed, and spoke aloud.
"Nah, it's just really refreshing to hear something nice come out of you, you know, man?" Darkshine said with a large smile, his muscles catching the sunlight. Tatsumaki could only blush slightly, finding it funny that being nice to other people was so alien for her.
"I agree, I wonder what man was able to tame that childish heart of yours?" Puri-Puri-Prisoner said easily, catching the little tells Tatsumaki was letting out as he was observing her. Tatsumaki on the other hand went a whole new shade of red, her face giving off visible steam.
"W-W-W-W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY, TAME, AND MAN!" Tatsumaki shouted loudly, all to the amusement of everyone in Saitama's group, along with Pig God, Puri-Puri-Prisoner, and Darkshine.
"Honey, not only can I tell you're in love, I can smell it, and girl, you're covered in the stuff! I'm just so happy you were able to find someone, Tornado dear! I bet he's real tough, to be able to put up with you!" Puri-Puri-Prisoner said with naive happiness, while waving a free hand towards the girl in question. Tatsumaki on the other hand was dangerously close to launching people to the moon. With her emotions unchecked, Tatsumaki's telekinesis was on a rampage. Just before Tatsumaki could wrap Puri-Puri-Prisoner up in a green sphere of energy, Darkshine spoke up again.
"Anyways, Bang, King, how's it been man?" Darkshine said towards the two heroes, his genuine smile never leaving his face.
"Today has been nice enough, good friend." Bang said with a smile, a quiet voice following his words. Darkshine nodded with approval, seeing the old hero with a great amount of reverence. There was always a feeling of respect that Darkshine had for the elderly, considering they've lived a lot longer than he has. Darkshine then faced himself at King's direction, his muscles catching the sunlight again.
"No problems in heaven yet, buddy." King answered back with a grunt, talking in a low voice, shaking Darkshine's body gently as he spoke. This made Darkshine laugh heartily, he voice shaking King's body right back.
"Good to hear my man! Ey, Demon Cyborg, I saw that fight with King yesterday! That was some awesome teamwork you showed, man!" Darkshine said with his smile, slapping his knee, as he remembered that awesome fight between the cyborg and Sweet Mask.
"Thank you for the kind words, Darkshine. I only hope I can match the same energy I put there in my other matches." Genos said with humble voice, feelings of pride welling within him as Darkshine spoke greatly about his teamwork with King, considering Darkshine was a hero that focused heavily on teamwork. Darkshine nodded happily, now turning his attention to towards the child genius.
"Child Emperor, hope you're not feeling a bit down from yesterday, man." Darkshine said with an apologetic smile, knowing what it feels like to lose in a fight. Darkshine was surprised however to see Child Emperor smile back at him, shaking his head quickly.
"No, It's fine really. Yesterday's match made it clear that my machines weren't up to code, and that more work is needed to bring them to their full potential. Besides I got to meet someone really cool from it…" Shoten practically whispered that last part, a deep blush on face as he kept talking. This made Darkshine raise an eyebrow, wondering what was happening with everyone. Today was full of surprises, and they just keep coming and coming. First the mean spirited Tornado of Terror acting civil for the first time, and then the ever so confident Child Emperor acting incredibly meek in front of him.
"Hmm, let me guess? Pig God's going to be on a diet too now, man?" Darkshine thought to himself, making his smile grow even larger, seeing as everyone was starting to get friendlier with each other. Darkshine then faced towards Flashy Flash, hoping to see if he can get the fastest hero to slow down for him.
"Yo Flash, how's the fast lane been treating you, man?" Darkshine said with his signature smile, getting a surprising comment in return.
"...Good, I suppose..." Flashy Flash spoke out with a forced grunt, not facing Darkshine at all. He made a special exception for Darkshine, as he was one his favorite heroes in the Organization of all time. Darkshine then laughed out loud for the first time in a long time, extremely happy to see everyone so friendly with each other. The other heroes however, were getting even more pissed that Flashy Flash had just answered another hero with no fuss at all. Darkshine then faced towards Pig God, wondering if he was going on that diet now.
"Let me guess, you're going on a diet now, my man." Darkshine said with a playful look, only to get a hearty laugh from Pig God, shaking him, along with the entire patio in the process.
"Screw that! I'm too lazy to mess with that shit you call a salad, haha!" Pig God said, still laughing a good laugh that countied to shake up the patio space. Darkshine laughed with him, happy that not everything had changed in such a short amount of time. Just as Puri-Puri-Prisoner was about to address everyone himself, the patio doors open again, this time with a loud thud.
Everyone in Saitama's group had hoped it was going to be the man of the hour, but were answered by two hulking arms going through the doors first, along with a pair of legs that shined of dark chrome. With a collective sigh, two big ones coming from Tatsumaki and Shoten, the rest of the group rested their heads on their hands. What came out of the doors this time were the heroes Tanktop Master, and Drive Knight, both of them sharing a laugh with each other as they entered the patio space.
"Wow, who would've thought a monster would monologue himself to death, huh?" Tanktop Master said with a grin, laughing hard from Drive Knight's story. Tanktop Master's tanktop moved wildly around his body from all the laughing, his muscles flexing as well.
"Hey, it was his fault he wasn't paying attention to my sword as it came right in front him, haha!" Drive Knight said with a laugh himself, remembering how funny, and stupid that one monster was when he killed it. Drive Knight then recalled the events that lead up to them arriving at the patio space.
Drive Knight remembered meeting Tanktop Master in the Arena lobby randomly. Apparently, Tanktop Master had lost his way towards the patio space, so Drive Knight suggested that they should walk together, since he knew the area pretty well. Tanktop Master agreed, and they both traveled the Arena together. With a few stories exchanged here and there as they walked the length of the Arena, along with a peaceful ride up the elevator with Ava, they soon appeared right in front of the patio doors, surprised that time seemed to fly between the both of them. Tanktop Master was the first to enter through the patio doors, with Drive Knight tailing right behind him, ready for a good fight today.
Tanktop Master stood short at five feet, six inches, whereas Drive Knight stood taller than him, standing about six feet tall overall. Tanktop Master's muscles were a modest size, nothing to scoff at, while Drive Knight's armor lit up as brightly as Darkshine's own muscles. Tanktop Master wore a simple maroon Tanktop, sporting light blue jeans and dark grey sneakers. Drive Knight's black hair was still unkempt, while his one red eye blinked itself a couple of times. He came in the patio space clad in dark chrome armor, recently polished, as it was shining everywhere, getting into the eyes of almost every hero that was present. Almost all of the heroes then shielded their eyes, making Drive Knight blush slightly to himself. He quickly walked over to his seat, which was directly behind Flashy Flash's, and sat down, followed by Tanktop Master. Drive Knight's black box was also present, sitting snugly on his back, looking almost like a long-board from a distance. Once both heroes got themselves situated in their seats, they continued to laugh, now fixing their sights among their colleges that showed up before they did. The other heroes in the meantime, eyed both Drive Knight, and Tanktop Master with remembrance, as they were recalling how both them came to be.
Flashback: Tanktop Master & Drive Knight...
Tanktop Master was the strongest man among his clan, his own tanktop being proof of that fact. Supposedly, when a tanktop child is born into the clan, one of the Grand Tanktop Reverends will bestow a colored tanktop to the newborn child at random. The colors of the tanktop varied in the hundreds, not one tanktop having the same color as another. The rarest, and most powerful tanktop color however, was maroon, and it just so happened that Tanktop Master was bestowed the mighty tanktop. It wasn't surprising also that he was the strongest child born into the tanktop clan. Once news spread among the tanktop clan that a child was born with the maroon tanktop, all the master tanktop clansman made it their mission to train the child in the true way of the tanktop. For many years, the tanktop clan has been ridiculed by it's own idiot clansmen, for their use of the apparel itself, since tanktops in general are looked upon as clothing that only a douchebag wears. Yet the real truth about the tanktop is that it's design is to enable a person to fully access his upper body in ways only a tanktop can, while every other shirt can't. As Tanktop Master learned the true meaning of the tanktop over the years of his childhood, and his clansmen teaching him the true ways of the tanktop, Tanktop Master soon became a person that the Hero Organization couldn't ignore, so they invited him to become a hero when he was just 18 years old. Tanktop Master agreed, and hence we see the man sitting in his seat.
Unlike the other rude tanktop clansmen that litters the current hero rosters, Tanktop Master was, and still is a gentleman both in heart, and in practice. Tanktop Master has learned the truth that tanktops aren't what makes the man a douchebag, rather it's the man himself that makes it so. Many heroes that work with him, insist on working with him again, as Tanktop Master was an extremely down to earth man. Aside from Tanktop Master's muscular appearance, Tanktop Master can derive even more power from his tanktop itself, as the maroon tanktop is the best tanktop, bar none.
Drive Knight however didn't start out with such support from anybody, in actuality, almost nobody, even most of the higher-ups in the Hero Organization, knows how Drive Knight came to be a hero in the first place. The running theory that most people agree on, is that Drive Knight is an advanced form of A.I. that was created by Metal Knight, to develop a new communications system for the Hero Organization. However, the A.I. apparently achieved sentience, and started doing hero work of its own accord. Although Metal Knight had denied any sort of relation to Drive Knight, along with vehement comments from Drive Knight himself, stating that he is a human, most people still think that was how Drive Knight came to be.
Even still, Drive Knight had displayed unmatched skill and efficiency when given a task, or mission by the Hero Organization. Be it a mission that required him to go undercover, and obtain information from enemy lines, or to go in guns blazing, and wiping out an entire town's worth of monsters in a single night, Drive Knight was indeed a great asset to work with. So much so, the Hero Organization allocated special funds to Drive Knight himself when he requested it. With the new found funds, Drive Knight spent it on the research of morphtronic technology, develing deep into the subject matter as far as he possibly could. With countless sleepless nights, and too many ambition-filled days, Drive Knight's research finally lead to him allowing his body to merge, and transform when presented with certain types of material. To be able to take on new shapes and forms, this was Drive Knight's true dream, to fight monsters, and protect the people in ways that was only limited by his own imagination. As an added bonus, Drive Knight became a hit with the kids in the cities, considering he could transform into anything, just like a toy.
The downside with Drive Knight however, is the fact that he can't work with anyone else. Although he can interact normally with other people, even known to a be an approachable person, once a mission is given to him, he refuses to work with anyone, no exceptions. Too many unknown variables when you present a foreign body that isn't your own, or so Drive Knight counties to say when presented with a chance to work with another person. Still, Drive Knight was a great hero to have around, as his work ethic can be a bit contagious to the other heroes. Funny enough, Drive Knight tends to find himself competing many times with his other colleagues, for reasons he didn't even know himself. Whatever the case was with Drive Knight, and regardless of his origin, everyone, including the Hero Organization, greatly welcomes Drive Knight's presence, and service.
Present Time...
As both Drive Knight and Tanktop Master were sitting, they turned their attention to their colleagues, waving a single hand towards each of them.
"King, Bang, nice seeing you out here. Hope the day's been good to you." Drive Knight said with a faint robotic voice, watching King move towards him.
"Yeah, nothing out of the ordinary on my part, Drive. Good seeing you finally making it here." King said in low voice, shaking Drive Knight in the process.
"I must agree with King, today has been good so far." Bang added in, his voice quiet, but firm. Drive Knight nodded approvingly, and turned his attention towards the two small S-Class heroes.
"Glad to see someone's here by their own will." Drive Knight said jokingly to Tatsumaki, who picked up on it immediately.
"Hmph, the difference is that I'm here on time, Drive. But at least you're here now, right?" Tatsumaki spoke back in a soft voice, making both Drive Knight and Tanktop Master look at her incredulously. Tatsumaki didn't even care at this point, ignoring their stares this time.
"Well, someone's in a good mood, huh?" Drive Knight said in a joking manner again, now facing towards Shoten.
"How about you, Child Emperor? How's it been since yesterday's match?" Drive Knight asked curiously, wondering if Child Emperor was downtrodden about the outcome of the match. He was pleasantly surprised that to hear Child Emperor's voice to be so cheery.
"It's been an eye opener for the most part. I learned painfully that I need to upgrade all of my hardware. King himself made certain of that, heh." Shoten said with a small laugh towards King, who took this chance in particular to get a rise out of the child hero.
"Be that as it may, didn't you also say that you met an awesome guy, not too long ago?" King said with a stern voice, though he was making a very smug grin internally. King hit the target dead center, watching as Shoten's face completely turned red in the process.
"B-Be quiet a-about that, K-King!" Shoten shouted, his cute kid accent now present, making King laugh loudly from his reaction. Drive Knight watched Child Emperor's reaction when King mentioned that awesome guy, he wondered now who that guy was. He was then brought out of thinking when Demon Cyborg called out his name.
"You ok Drive? You seem to be preoccupied with something." Genos said with a curious tone, Drive Knight now turing over towards him.
"No, it's nothing. It's just funny watching a genius turn red, that's all." Drive Knight said a light chuckle, his faint robot voice making his chuckling sound raspy. Genos gave Drive Knight a small smile, agreeing that watching a usually confident hero like Child Emperor act like kid, was funny.
"But anyways, you alright yourself, Demon Cyborg?" Drive Knight asked, ignoring the banter between King and Child Emperor that happened in the background. Shoten was yelling cutely towards King, where King was ignoring the young kid's insults.
"I'm been having a great time so far Drive. Just waiting for Sensei to return back here." Genos said honestly, his eyes veering off towards the patio doors unconsciously as he was talking. Drive Knight was now even more curious, as he had never heard Demon Cyborg talk about a Sensei before. As he was about to ask Genos another question, Darkshine then called out for Drive Knight.
"Ey, Metal Man! How's it been, man? I heard you've been killing it at work, man!" Darkshine shouted from a distance, as he, and Puri-Puri-Prisoner were a bit farther away from the other heroes.
"Work's been a pain, but yeah, I'm doing alright, thanks for asking." Drive Knight yelled back at Darkshine, waving a free hand his direction. His robotic voice made Darkshine laugh in the moment, making Drive Knight smile internally. He then faced towards Pig God, watching as he was opening up his burger sack.
"Pig God, mind closing your mouth when you eat this time?" Drive Knight said jokingly, happy that he wasn't able to smell Pig God's feast. Pig God went ham on his burger sack now, grabbing burger after burger, and shoving them in his mouth like they were marshmallows.
"Uh uh, how am I going to eat if my mouth's closed?" Pig God reasoned out as he was eating, talking with his mouth open. Clumps of burger smush fell from his mouth, but Pig God just kept eating, not looking at Drive Knight as he was talking.
"Fair enough." Was Drive Knight only response, before looking away from Pig God's eating, his stomach on the verge of exploding from watching Pig God''s table manners.
Everyone already found ways to circumvent the smell that Pig God was giving off already, deciding not to talk among themselves during Pig God's feast. Several entire minutes of violent grunting, and choking was in the air, as Pig God was close to finishing up his sack of burgers. Soon enough, the sounds of choking died down, and all that was left was silence once again. It was then Drive Knight who broke the silence, facing towards Flashy Flash's direction.
"Hey Flash, you ok? You've been quiet for awhile now." Drive Knight asked Flashy Flash, only to answered by his back, along with silence. This immediately irritated Drive Knight, making him speak up with a louder voice this time.
"I'm talking to you Flash, It's kind of rude to ignore me here." Drive Knight spoke up, his robotic voice flaring up slightly. Again, he was only answered by Flash's back, along with a loud silence.
Everyone knew, including Drive Knight himself, about Flash's mannerisms by now, accepting the fact that he rarely talks to anybody. Thing was, Drive Knight's mannerism was that he had an extremely low tolerance for disrespect, and he was also man that didn't like to be ignored. The moment Flash ignored him again, Drive Knight jumped up from his seat, landing right in front of Flashy Flash himself. Flash then looked up at Drive Knight once, before giving him a bored expression, and looked downwards at his feet, not giving Drive Knight the respect of his gaze.
"I'm right up here Flash, care to answer me?" Drive Knight said in a threatening tone, his one eye glowing a very dark red hue, his robotic voice going an entire octave lower, becoming much more clear and menacing. And for the third time, Flash answered back with silence, only making the top of his visible to Drive Knight. This in turn made Drive Knight throw a lightning fast right punch at Flash's head, only to stop an inch away from actually punching him.
"Do you mind, machine? You are so desperate for a response from me, you are willing to physically assault me? What kind of hero would do that, I wonder?" Flash asked with a frigid voice, now looking up directly into Drive Knight's red eye, matching his glare with an ice cold gaze. Flash then retracted his sword that was only mere millimeters away from Drive Knight's neck. Drive Knight lowered his right fist, never breaking eye contact with Flashy Flash.
Everyone on the patio watched in silence, seeing the two heroes fight in between each other. Shoten and Tatsumaki were still, while King and Genos were grunting from how fast Flashy Flash got his blade to Drive Knight's neck, sitting down no less. Bang was quiet during this time, his eyes closed, ready for things to go wrong. Darkshine, Puri-Puri-Prisoner, and Tanktop Master flexed their muscles, ready to contain both of the heroes if need be. Pig God only watched quietly, knowing that in a family, siblings must settle their differences among themselves, and that outside help wouldn't stop their fighting, nor do anything to remedy the situation. A minute of silence passed between the two of them, until Drive Knight spoke again.
"Tsch, I don't need to hear that from you, Mist of the Blurry White." Drive Knight said coldly, his voice still in it's deep pitch setting. Flashy Flash's eyes slightly opened at this news, his curiosity now peaked.
"Now I have not heard that name in a very long time… Care to explain yourself on how you acquired such knowledge?" Flash said calmly, his voice still giving off a lordly tone. His right hand was on his sword, trembling from the anger Drive Knight had made him feel. Before Drive Knight could even speak, Flash stood up from his seat, and placed his sword at Drive Knight's neck again in a single heartbeat, his gaze looking even colder now. Drive Knight wasn't fazed, as his left fist was already touching Flash's stomach, daring him to try something.
"Wow, aren't you talkative now? I think that was my first time hearing you say more than three words, heh." Drive Knight answered back with a bitter laugh, his voice still low. He never broke eye contact with Flash, and after a minute of hard staring, Flash grunted, and quickly holstered his sword. Drive Knight did the same, scoffing as he did so.
"We will fight in time, so please sit back down in your seat. I will find out where you obtained such information eventually." Flash said calmly, looking at Drive Knight one more time, before sitting back down on his seat, and then putting his attention towards the Arena field. Drive Knight only scoffed, and walked back towards his seat. But before Drive Knight left Flash's sight, he had the chance to hit the back of his head, so he did.
"Oops, my hand slipped, my bad Flash…" Drive Knight said with a cold voice, making Flash stand up from his seat immediately, taking a stance towards Drive Knight. Drive Knight in the meantime, threw his left arm to his back, reaching for his black box, ready to beat the shit out of the cocky asshole that stood in front of him.
Everyone at this moment motioned to stop the fight that was bound to happen. Bang was already standing, his muscles already tense, while Genos prepared himself to jump in between the two heroes. King revved up his engine, his aura also charging up within him. Tatsumaki wrapped herself in green energy, pointing both her hands towards the two stupid heroes that were about to fight, while Shoten was seen typing up a work order on his laptop, ready to call security up into the patio space within seconds. Darkshine was about to join Genos, getting ready to jump in between the two heroes himself, while Puri-Puri-Prisoner and Tanktop master were about to rush down Flash, and Drive Knight. Pig God stood up, ready to knock some sense in the two heroes that were about fight for petty reasons. Things were getting bad, as both Drive Knight, and Flashy Flash were about to strike each other. It was then all the others heroes rushed in, prepared to contain the situation at hand.
"[Armament Mode]: Silver Modification!" Drive Knight shouted , raising his left arm to sky, along with the black box. His left arm then started to fuse with the black box, forming a beautiful sword that shined a bright silver chrome. Flashy Flash on the other hand was now in a full stance, concentrating on his attack. Both heroes then came at each other, their sword pointing towards the other.
"Sliver Rus-" Was the only thing Drive Knight could say, before he stopped after hearing the patio doors open.
"Heaven's Command: Flash of Heav-" Was all Flash could say, before also hearing the patio doors opening, causing him to stop as well.
What came through the doors next was a bright light, blinding everyone that saw it. Drive Knight's sword fizzled back up into the black box, which automatically reformed on his back. Flashy Flash also holstered his sword, wondering why the hell a bright light was flashing in his face. All the other heroes shielded their eyes, the light being too strong for them to handle. As soon as the light had died down, a lone figure was made clear on the patio space, his face looking extremely dopey.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Saitama said nonchalantly, holding free corndog samples in each of his hands. With his bald head reflecting a lucky sunbeam, Saitama manged to blind everyone in the process, stopping a fight that was scheduled a bit too soon.
Hey guys, Chicken here, letting you all know I'm back with an update! (Finally, amirite?) Anyways, this chapter took a little longer than the most, since I'm trying to experiment with some stuff here and there. This chapter focuses on fleshing out some characters, and giving them a modicum of depth. Throw in a few opportunities for some sub-plots, and boom, you got yourself something interesting here! (I hope...) So comment about the chapter, and tell me what needs tweaking! Another thing, I did some much needed spring cleaning for this story's progression, putting chapters where they belong. I also went and replaced my "Thanks" chapter, and the Q&A with new filler chapters. I felt like it was long enough to finally put something worth of substance in those places. But never forget, I'll always truly appreciate everything you guys have done for both me as a writer, and for this story. From the comments that build me up, to the ones that knock me down, I love each and everyone of them, along with you guys. But the thing that really blows my mind is that you guys are still supporting this story! For pete's sake, you've been reading my story for over an entire year! Like damn guys, chill. Thanks for everything, and I'll see all of you in the next one!