What's up gamers, it's ya boi, back with another installment of my little side hustle. Just kidding, I'm not paid for this shit. I wish though. Oh! I got my first flame after my last update! Guys, I seriously cannot express how happy seeing that made me. I was like "Yo! I got a flame by someone who clearly did not even read my work! This is so cool!" It makes me feel like a real fanfiction author, now that someone has thoughtlessly commented utter garbage on my work. To everyone besides that one person, thank you for the reviews, I love reading them, and I'm glad to know that people enjoy my writing. You're all amazing, and hope you continue to enjoy. I try to keep things interesting.

Chapter Seventeen: Heroes and Monsters

Hm. This was going to be a problem. He couldn't do this on his own. He definitely needed Genos for this. Or maybe he could just talk to these people. I mean, this big check was just for show, right? They didn't really expect him to go to a bank and cash it in? Maybe they'd give him the real cash later. But what if they didn't? He didn't have a bank account to put it in. And besides, it was made out to Charanko. Would he have to where this stupid wig to the bank? Dammit. Where was Genos when you needed him? He'd know what to do.

The trophy was way too big too. There was no way this was fitting in his apartment. Maybe he could leave it out on the balcony next to his cactus. It did look shiny though. Was this real gold? Maybe he could pawn it in for a few extra bucks.

Sourface had been nothing but "Attaboy!"s and "That's my dojomate, Charanko!"s ever since the match's conclusion. Suiryu had been okay, for the most part, but he hadn't said a word. He was just kind of staring listlessly into space. Hopefully he didn't break the guy. It's not like he was a bad dude. Saitama had not been listening to the speech the announcer guy was giving. Maybe he should. He won, after all.

"That concludes the 22nd Super Fight Tournament! Thank you to all of our competitors who fought today! I have one final announcement! There appear to be monsters outside the venue, so we ask that you stay put until the police give us the all clear!"

Welp, looks like he missed the speech. And wait–were there still more monsters? Saitama thought that had been done with. How many monsters were there?

Suddenly, three huge shadows flew over the stadium. Three enormous black crows with human arms landed, holding some dudes. Shit. He couldn't punch them until they set those guys down.

"Look! It's Rosie, Dave and Bazuzu! The contestants that were sent to the hospital! What the hell is going on!?" The announcer cried out.

"Aah! You can deal with the monsters! I'm getting out of here!" One of the martial artists yelled, jumping off the platform and sprinting towards the exit. The guy who said that was thrown back into the arena, coughing blood.

A huge, four eyed monster with spikes sprouting from his shoulders strode into the venue. "Is that all of the contestants? Look at these weaklings. A white belt won this competition! How far the world of martial arts has fallen. For shame. Well, no matter. Because you're all going to become monsters! Even trash like you should turn out to be decent monsters."

"Oi! Become monsters? What the hell are you talking about?" Saitama asked, pushing his way towards the monster, tossing his trophy and check aside.

"So, you're the whelp that has this place turned on its head. You're supposed to be strong I hear. Well, listen to me. My name is Goketsu, and I'm not here to kill you all today. I'm here on the behalf of the Monster Association."

"G-Goketsu! The winner of the first ever Super Fight Tournament!?" The announcer asked. "Weren't you killed by a monster a long time ago!?"

So this monster was a martial artist too? And a strong one at that. Would he be any different than Suiryu, or any of the other contestants? Maybe he knew something about martial arts that Suiryu and the others hadn't.

"Indeed. I am that same Goketsu, and it is true that I was defeated by a certain monster ten years ago. But instead of killing me, I was taken to its lair and offered a choice. Become a monster or die. In return for my cooperation, they would grant me my greatest desires. And now, as a monster, I have surpassed all the limits I had as a human. I am so far beyond what the human Goketsu was capable of! Now, you all know who I am, so that should make this transaction painless. I have come to offer you the same bargain that was offered to me," Goketsu reached into his shirt and pulled out a few objects, tossing them to the floor in front of the martial artists. "These are monster cells. They will immediately transform you into monsters. Eat them and join our ranks as monsters, or die."

Monster cells? Monster Association? Monster martial artists? What the hell was happening today? It was supposed to be a fun little adventure to experience martial arts, and maybe earn a bit of cash, and now this shit was happening? Goddamn it.

Suddenly, one of the guys ran forward, dropping to his knees.

"I wouldn't do that!" Saitama tried to warn, but it was too late. He had already eaten the cell, and was rapidly mutating.

"Hahaha! This power! It's incredible! I feel like I can do anything!" The newly formed monster turned to Saitama. "And why the hell should I listen to you? You're just a puny fucking human! I'm stronger now! Aaargh!"

Saitama wiped the spittle off his face. "Because I'm a hero. And if you're a monster, then I'm going to have to kill you."

"Yeah! Kill those monsters! Show them what martial arts is all about!" The crowd was cheering him on. Saitama smiled a little. It was nice not to be hated on for a change.

"Hahaha! Kill me? Me? You buffoon, I am–ACK!" The monster died as Choze snapped its neck.

"Hmph. Peon. But, if it were to gain such power after consuming this monster cell, what kind of power would I have?" Choze mused, glancing at Saitama. "Enough power to put you in your place, I imagine."

Choze picked one of the monster cells up and started to eat. Several others dove for the monster cells and ate them, turning into monsters as well. Those poor fools. There were eight monsters standing before him now. The three crows, Goketsu, Choze, and three of the martial artists, a three eyed one, a lightningy one and a bear dude.

"Hmph. These weaklings didn't turn out half bad. Of course, monsterization works best with better material. Looks like we might even have a demon level," Goketsu grunted, gesturing to Choze.

"Demon? I disagree. I am assuredly a Disaster Level Dragon," Choze argued, crossing his arms.

"No. You're Demon Level," Goketsu stated flatly.

Saitama cracked his knuckles. "You do all know you're gonna die, right? You don't need to become a monster to transcend your limits."

"Gahaha! Fool, you don't stand a chance against our martial arts now!" The three eyed monster cried.

"It's true. The moment I ate one of those monster cells, I noticed an abnormal explosion of cellular growth. In addition, my cognitive abilities have increased dramatically, and the few morals I had faded away," Choze stated.

"Yeah, that's what happens when you become a monster," Saitama said.

Saitama heard Suiryu approach, taking up a fighting stance next to him. Suiryu grinned at him. "Oi. You don't think I'm going to let you have all the fun, do you?"

"Yeah Suiryu! Those monsters are done for now!" The crowd was roaring with approval. Saitama appreciated the words, but they did realize there were monsters here, right? Did these people lack the basic survival instincts?

The three eyed monster rushed forward, and Suiryu intercepted it, backhanding it in the face. It fell back, and Suiryu avoided a swipe from the bear monster, elbowing it in the gut before dodging out of the way of a few lightning bolts thrown at him. Choze ran for Saitama, and Saitama killed him with one punch. Suiryu flipped towards the three eyed monster, who was still recovering. Suiryu stomped on the back of his neck, snapping it, then using his long hair to fling him at the lightning monster. The bear monster attacked him again, but Suiryu just jabbed him in the throat, leaving him to choke on his own blood.

"Solid moves," Saitama complimented.

"You think that was impressive? Let me show you what true martial arts is really about," Suiryu declared.

Suiryu jumped up to fight Goketsu, and Saitama went over and killed the crow monsters. When he was done, he looked over at the fight. Goketsu wasn't even flinching at Suiryu's attacks. Goketsu backhanded Suiryu into the stands, but Suiryu returned an instant later, launching himself at the towering monster. Goketsu immediately hammer fisted into the arena and stomped on. He didn't get up after that.

"Oi. You took good care of my disciples. But you will find I am not so easy an opponent. After all, I am a Disaster Level Dragon. Lord Orochi himself assigned me that title," Goketsu said, approaching Saitama.

"Lord Orochi? Who the hell is that?" Saitama asked.

"Lord Orochi is the strongest monster to ever roam this planet. He was the one who defeated me when I was a human. But even now that I am a monster, he far outmatches me in power. He is the Monster King, leader of our association. You're strong, so I'll offer you this final chance to join us. If not, you will die," Goketsu declared.

"I'm good. Heroes kill monsters, not become them," Saitama explained. Before he even finished his sentence, Goketsu struck him. The blow obliterated the arena, sending chunks of cement out of the venue and blasting all the human martial artists away. The wind buffeted Saitama's head.

"Hmph. You're still standing after one of my–you're bald." Goketsu pointed out.

"What?" Saitama asked, feeling his head. Oh shit. His wig was gone.

"H-Hey! That's Saitama! The A-Class hero everyone's calling a fraud!" Someone in the stands shouted. "He's no martial artist! He's just a regular guy!"

"What!?" Goketsu roared. "You're not a martial artist!? How dare you enter the most prestigious martial arts tournament in the world, and you don't KNOW MARTIAL ARTS!?"

Saitama sighed. Looks like the jig was up. "Ok, to be honest, I was hoping this would help me understand why people like martial arts. Bang talks about it like it's the greatest thing ever, and Garou's supposedly a martial arts prodigy, but what does that mean, really?"

"You came. To the greatest martial arts tournament. In the world. TO LEARN ABOUT MARTIAL ARTS!?" Goketsu roared.

"I mean yeah, what better place to learn?" Saitama asked.

"HA! You've got guts, hero," Goketsu bellowed. "I'll tell you what. I'll be gracious and give you a few extra hours to live. But when you and the rest of your worthless heroes come to find us, I will kill you personally."

"Why shouldn't I just kill you now?" Saitama asked.

"You have the attitude to be a martial artist. Unfortunately, humanity won't exist long enough for you to learn any. You don't stand a chance against me," Goketsu said.

Saitama just walked towards the giant. Goketsu laughed. "Oh? So you're approaching me? Instead of running away you're coming right to me?"

"I can't kick your ass without getting closer," Saitama replied. "Actually, that's a lie. I can kick your ass from wherever I want."

Saitama was standing practically right beneath the giant now. He looked up. "So. What're you gonna do now?"

Goketsu shook his head. "If you wish to die so badly, allow me to end your suffering."

Goketsu punched down at Saitama, burying him in the stadium. The arena shattered, sending out a shockwave that knocked down most of the audience members. "Who else would challenge me!?"

"So these monster cells, they give you power?" Bakuzan asked.

Goketsu nodded. "Tremendous power."

"Hm. Suiryu and this man could not beat you as a human. To surpass him, and kill you, I would need to become a monster," Bakuzan said.

"That would be a poor decision," Goketsu said.

"Silence! I will become the strongest monster! And I'll kill you to death!" Bakuzan grabbed the remaining monster cells and devoured them. He keeled over and collapsed.

Goketsu just sighed. "That's a shame. Let this be a lesson to all of you! This is what happens to heroes in this new world! Monsters are rising! We will cover this earth! Your heroes will fall!"

"Ah man, that punch ripped my belt," Saitama complained, brushing dirt off his pants. "These pants are too baggy. Why do you people wear them?"

The crowd went absolutely wild at Saitama's reappearance. Most of them had just barely gotten to their feet and were about to flee when he appeared.

"You're alive! Impressive! I will cherish killing you on the battlefield," Goketsu said.

"Yup," Saitama said simply. "Now it's my turn."

"Not quite!" A voice yelled. Saitama saw a four armed monster lunge at Goketsu, doing a flurry of punches and kicks. Each punch made a shockwave, not nearly as big as Goketsu's, but enough to kick up a strong wind.

When it ended, Goketsu grunted. "Impressive. You seem to be a Dragon Level Monster, like me."

With two quick strikes, Goketsu sent the gray monster to the floor. "Join us in the outskirts of Z-City. We wait for the hero's response."

Goketsu left as the gray monster got to his feet. "Gah! I will be the strongest! You there! Baldy! Fight me and die so I can hear the screams as your bones shatter!"

Saitama just raised an eyebrow. "You really want to do that?"

"Shut up and die!" the gray skin monster yelled, doing two double hammer fists down on Saitama. An explosion of dust surrounded the two. When it cleared, the gray monster stood, a circular hole where his upper body once was.

The crowd exploded into cheers around him. "One Punch! One Punch! One Punch!"

Saitama went to check on Suiryu, kneeling next to him. "Hey man, are you alright?"

Suiryu groaned. "I've definitely got a few broken bones, I might be bleeding internally, and I feel like I got run over by a freight train, but I'll live."

"Good. You had a solid fight," Saitama said.

"Do you understand martial arts now?" Suiryu grinned. Saitama wasn't sure how to answer. He didn't want to disrespect the dude, but he really didn't.

Suiryu sighed. "Well, I think I learned what it means to be a hero."

"Oh, that's great!" Saitama exclaimed.

"It's a way to get people to cheer your name," Suiryu stated.

"What!? No!" Saitama protested, but was cut off by Suiryu's laugh.

"I'm kidding. I do have one question though," Suiryu groaned, propping himself up on one elbow. "Would you let me be your disciple?"

"Absolutely not. I have enough people following me around and asking my opinions on shit as it is," Saitama said. "But when you're out of the hospital, come find me in City Z."

With that, Saitama got up and went over to the announcer guy. "Hey, so, this isn't gonna disqualify me from getting that prize money, right?"

The announcer guy just stared at him for a second before falling unconscious.

"Uh–oh."


The lying about his identity did in fact disqualify him from getting the prize money. That was totally unfair. He won the tournament fair and square, so what if it wasn't his real name? It's not like he was cheating. For the record, it was nice that the crowd had agreed with him. They all booed when security had chased him from the venue. Saitama sighed. Now it really had been all for nothing.

And now all the monsters were gone too. Apparently they had disappeared as quickly as they had appeared, a few minutes after he had beaten Goketsu. Dammit. Why was he late whenever something important happened?

"Hey!"

Saitama looked up to see Tatsumaki hovering above him. Saitama waved."Oh hey, Tats."

"Where the hell were you? Didn't you get the alert?" She demanded.

"Oi, I cleared F-City, like I was told. I didn't realize there were more." Saitama scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. "Plus, monsters showed up at the tournament, so maybe it was a good thing I stayed."

Tatsumaki sighed and came down to his level. "Fine. Next time just keep your communicator with you, will you?"

"Sure, sure. All that monster killing must've left you starved. Come on, I'll make you some udon," Saitama offered. Tatsumaki nodded and followed along. "So what did you want to ask me earlier? Sorry you never got a chance, everything was kinda hectic this morning."

"Oh," Tatsumaki blushed. "Well, um, actually, I was wondering if you could help me balance out my psychic power."

"Hm? Keep the water level down?" Saitama asked.

"Yeah, something like that," Tatsumaki mumbled.

Saitama looked down at her. Her hands were fidgeting behind her back, and she wouldn't look at him. Also, the fact he had to look down was a giveaway something was wrong. Tats liked to fly above everyone else. Midgets and their superiority complexes.

"Tats? What's wrong?" Saitama asked.

"It's nothing! You know what, this is stupid, I'm stupid, I'm sorry," Tatsumaki said, turning and rising to fly away.

"Oi!" Saitama grabbed her ankle. "You know what the rule is. No lying, it's rude."

Tatsumaki groaned, but came back down, crossing her arms in front of her chest. But she still wasn't looking at him. "Ugh. Fine. I just…I don't like, I mean–"

"You think asking for help makes you weak," Saitama finished.

"I should be able to deal with this on my own. I'm strong, I shouldn't have these issues," Tatsumaki said.

"I'm gonna try and not make this sound all speechy, but we all got to play to our strengths. A few months ago when that meteor was gonna hit Z-City, I smashed it, but there was no way for me to stop all the pieces from hitting the ground. Metal Knight was the one who destroyed most of the rubble so there was only a little damage. No one can do everything on their own. Not even me," Saitama said.

"Are you kidding me that was so speechy!" Tatsumaki laughed.

"Oi! It was not!" Saitama complained.

"No one can do everything on their own. Not even me," Tatsumaki mocked. "Do you even hear yourself!"

"Gah, shut up," Saitama groaned, nudging the midget.

"Never fear, Saitama, the world's greatest hero is here now! I am the beacon of hope, a light in the dark! As long as I am here, good will always triumph over evil!" Tatsumaki declared in the best imitation of a deep voice she could muster. Which wasn't very deep, considering how high pitched her normal voice is.

"No, you're making me sound like an anime character," Saitama groaned. "I mean, that's not inaccurate, but still."

"Then you shouldn't be so stereotypical with your speeches," Tatsumaki giggled.

"I swear, I'm not trying! Gah," Saitama groaned. "Ugh. Anyways, yeah, I'll help you out with your water metaphor thing."

"Really?" Tatsumaki wondered.

"Yeah. I'm not really sure what you want me to do, but I'll help however I can," Saitama said.

"...thanks," Tatsumaki whispered.

"No problem. But it might have to wait until after this whole monster association debacle," Saitama said.

"Monster…association? The fuck is that, some kind of anti Hero Association?" Tatsumaki asked.

Saitama shrugged. "I guess. Never heard of it before today, maybe it's new. But apparently, their boss, Orakei, is the toughest monster alive."

"Tch, it's got nothing on you," Tatsumaki said.

"Maybe. I hope it does though. Might make things interesting," Saitama said. "There's also that Hero Hunter guy."

"Didn't you say Bang was on the case? That guy's probably toast now," Tatsumaki said.

"Yeah," Saitama agreed. "Probably. For an old man, he's pretty quick, huh?"

"Aaah," Tatsumaki exclaimed suddenly. "You're doing it too!"

"What?" Saitama asked.

"You're holding something back! Something's bothering you!" Tatsumaki said.

"Why are you so happy about that?" Saitama wondered.

"Tell me! Come on, you got to tell me," Tatsumaki pleaded.

"What? No I don't," Saitama said.

"Aha!" Tatsumaki pointed at him. "You admit something's wrong. If you won't let me lie to you, you can't lie to me!"

"Ah, yes I can," Saitama said.

"What!? No you can't! That's totally not fair!" Tatsumaki exclaimed.

"Sorry Tats, but life's not fair," Saitama said.

"Grr, tell me or I'll put you in S-Class," Tatsumaki threatened.

"What? No! You can't do that! Come on Tats, let's talk about this," Saitama said.

"Yes, talk. Now," Tatsumaki said.

"Gah! Fine. It's just…" Saitama sighed. "I joined this martial arts tournament to understand martial arts. It's supposed to make people strong, right? Thing is, it's not anything special. I dunno, I feel like I've peaked. Like there's nothing more for me to do, nothing more to learn. I mean, I've done everything there is to do. I've seen things no one else has ever seen, I've been places no one's ever gone, done things no one's ever done. I've ended wars, I've saved nations, I've done it all. But nothing's ever made me feel…satisfied. When the day's saved, I go home and lie in bed. Then the next morning I get up and do it all over again. I wanted to experience martial arts to see if maybe there's something more to life, something new and exciting. But no, once again, all I need is one punch."

Saitama kicked a pebble down the road. It skipped a few feet before rolling to a stop. Saitama could kick it farther, he didn't know how far though. He's never had an excuse to go all out. He wondered what that would look like. He wondered if that would finally satisfy him.

"Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if you hadn't become a hero?" Tatsumaki asked. "I've been thinking lately. All my life, I've been a weapon. Before you found me, I was a lab rat, and they tested me by throwing monsters at me. After you freed me, the government came in and made sure I wouldn't hurt anyone with my powers. That meant relieving my stress, and you can guess how they wanted me to do that. And now I'm with the Hero Association. It's not that different really, the cage is just cozier now. But I've been thinking, maybe I don't want the monsters to define me anymore."

Saitama looked at Tatsumaki. She looked back at him. They stood there for a minute, before Saitama grinned.

"You know what? I could go for that," Saitama said.

"You do know I don't mean quit the Hero Association, right?" Tatsumaki said quickly.

"What? No, of course not. We're heroes after all," Saitama said.

"But heroes aren't all we have to be," Tatsumaki finished.

"So what were you thinking? Gonna take a cooking class? Maybe go bird watching? Maybe I'll take up painting, who knows," Saitama mused.

"I haven't planned that far ahead," Tatsumaki admitted.

"Hey, what about going skydiving?" Saitama asked.

"I fly all the time, I'm not paying somebody to do what I can do myself," Tatsumaki said.

"Yeah, but have you ever really admired the view?" Saitama asked. "I bet you can see the whole world from up there."

"Hmm. You know what? After we deal with this Monster Association, I'll fly you up there. We can grab a picnic basket and watch the sun set on the continent from ten thousand feet up," Tatsumaki said.

"That sounds like fun," Saitama said. "It's not bad that I need a hobby for my hobby, right?"

"Nah," Tatsumaki said. "Besides, it's your job now."

"Eh, I still prefer to think of it as my hobby," Saitama said.

"Probably 'cause you're not getting paid as much as I am," Tatsumaki teased.

"Boo. Cheap blow. You can afford better," Saitama said.

"I could afford your whole block," Tatsumaki said.

"I still don't know how you afford your ego though," Saitama mumbled.

"What was that!?" Tatsumaki yelled, psychic aura whipping a wind up.

"I said your ego must be really expensive," Saitama said. "I don't know how you manage to fit all that stuck uppedness in such a small body."

Every living thing in a seventeen mile radius collectively had an oh fuck moment. Tatsumaki blinked. She blinked again. Then she did something not many people knew she was capable of. She chuckled. The chuckling turned into a hysterical giggle, which turned into a full on laugh. Tatsumaki laughed so hard her psychic powers failed her, and she knelt on the street, laughing her head off. Saitama just stared. It wasn't that funny. Then again, it was pretty funny.

"What's gotten into you Tats? It wasn't that funny," Saitama deadpanned.

"It's–haha, it's nothing. I just haven't heard a joke like that in a long time," Tatsumaki giggled, wiping a tear from her eye.

"You should watch more comedies," Saitama suggested.

"I do," Tatsumaki said. "But no one's brave enough to make fun of me. Or if they're stupid enough, they don't have good jokes."

"I'm pretty sure half the S-Class insults your height and intelligence on a weekly basis," Saitama said.

"Yeah, but their insults are dumb," Tatsumaki said.

"Uh-huh. Sure," Saitama said.

Just then some white haired dude came rushing at them from an alleyway. Saitama kicked the dude into a wall.

"What the hell was that about?" He wondered. "You know that guy?"

"No, but who ever he was he must be really dumb," Tatsumaki said. "Attacking me and you? Surely he has a brain deficiency."

"Hold on a second," Saitama said. "That's the same guy that tried to mug me the other day! What the hell, is he stalking me or something?"

"What!?" Tatsumaki yelled. "Who the FUCK does he think he is!? That motherfucking fucker in a fucking fuckhole of a fuck!"

"Hold it with the fucks Tats, jeez," Saitama said, sticking a finger in his ear. "Were all those really necessary?"

"I'm going to take him," Tatsumaki said in a low voice.

"To prison, right?" Saitama asked. "Tats? Oi! No no, I know that look, hey! You can't kill him."

"Why not?" Tatsumaki whined. "He's stalking you and trying to mug or assault you! That's illegal!"

"So is murder!" Saitama argued.

"I kill monsters all the time!" Tatsumaki exclaimed.

"That's different and you know it!" Saitama said.

"Gah! Fine! Whatever! But when he shows up at your house, don't say I didn't warn you!" Tatsumaki said.

"Noted." Saitama sighed. "First that Ronald guy and now this weirdo. I can't catch a break."

"Wait hold up—you've got another stalker!?" Tatsumaki asked.

"Yeah, the ninja dude," Saitama said.

"Flashy Flash!?" Tatsumaki yelled.

"No, Ronny's shorter, wears black and has purple makeup, I think," Saitama said. "Maybe it was blue. I think he got a haircut too recently."

"Oh," Tatsumaki said, suddenly remembering how Saitama was with names. And people in general. "Well if he evers shows his face again, I'll pound it into the fucking ground!"

"Eh he's not that bad, really," Saitama said. "A little enthusiastic but harmless, really."

"Oh yeah? What does he do then, huh?" Tatsumaki demanded.

"Well, he usually tries to stab me or kick me, he also likes to explode things, oh! He's really obsessed with showing you how fast he is, even though it's really not that fast," Saitama said.

"How is stabbing and exploding harmless?" Tatsumaki asked.

"Well it's not like it hurts or anything," Saitama shrugged. "It's mostly a nuisance."

"But what if he stabs or explodes other people?" Tatsumaki asked.

Saitama stopped walking for a second. "Huh. I hadn't thought of that."

Suddenly there was a beeping on both his and Tatsumaki's communicators. They pulled them out and read the message.

"Oh shit, Metal Bat's been defeated," Saitama noted.

"That is what the message says," Tatsumaki said sarcastically.

"We should go visit him," Saitama said.

"Why? If he was weak enough to be defeated he doesn't deserve our presence," Tatsumaki said.

"Why not? He tried," Saitama said.

"Clearly not hard enough," Tatsumaki replied.

"Still, I think we should go say hi at least," Saitama said.

"Lame," Tatsumaki said. "Weak. Wanna find this Monster Association and annihilate them?"

"Is that a pun?" Saitama asked.

"On what?" Tatsumaki asked.

"My hero name," Saitama said.

"Oh you got one? Cool, what is it?" Tatsumaki wondered.

"The Amber Annihilator." Saitama folded his arms across his chest.

"Bwahaha! Really? You're shitting me," Tatsumaki laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. That's the name they gave me. It was probably Amai Mask's idea. My suit is not amber! You think someone with his fashion sense would know that!" Saitama complained.

"It's not that bad, actually. It could have been a lot worse," Tatsumaki said.

"Yeah, so everyone keeps telling me." Saitama waved dramatically. "But what's wrong with using just my regular name?"

"It's not as cool," Tatsumaki said.

"Yeah, and Amber Annihilator sounds so much cooler," Saitama said.

"It does! It has Annihilator in it! You annihilate things! Boom! It works!" Tatsumaki said.

"Let's see what Metal Bat thinks," Saitama said.

"Why? He has fewer brain cells than you have hair," Tatsumaki said.

"Oi! Not cool," Saitama said.

Tatsumaki just grinned. "Fine. Let's go visit the dunderhead."

There it is! Hope you had fun with that. I had fun writing it. When I was originally writing it, I had Saitama kill Goketsu and just left Bakuzan out of it. But then I thought, wouldn't it be more fun to have more opponents in the Monster Association arc? I also didn't like how I characterized Goketsu, but I'm not sure I like how this fight with Bakuzan turned out. If you've got any thoughts, leave them in the comments. Any ideas for you want Saitama and Tatsumaki to do together after the Monster Association arc is over?