There is no Hero Association. Instead, those who save people, either for fun or because they want help people in danger, band together and create their own clan. Some heroes from the Hero Association will show up, mainly a majority of the S Class heroes.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"News of a group of heroes calling themselves the Justice Enforcement is all the citizens of City W are talking about, as they have been going around saving multiple citizens everywhere in that area. They claim that there is 'too much evil going on that is unaccounted for' and that 'something needs to be done.' Countless car crashes and bank robberies have already been prevented by this promising group of young heroes."

The screen displayed a picture of people lined up, dressed in a variety of styled clothes. One was a man with a mustache holding a silver sword that gleamed in the sunlight. Another seemingly floated above the group, highlighted in a green glow. She had her arms to her sides and her hands flat, and her hair was green and curly. There was also a large, buff man - bald like me, ha ha – wearing thin blue underwear. Others were lined up in between them.

Saitama raised his eyebrows slightly.

There are currently thirteen members of the assemblage, but they say they will be accepting heroes they see worthy soon! We'll be interviewing them soon, so be ready at 8:00 tonight!"

Saitama sat there, staring at the TV as an ad played. The light pit pat of rain had begun outside, and everything seemed to quiet down right then and there as the bald man thought.

Interesting.

SMASH!

Saitama stared up at the ceiling, waking up to reality. He lay on his futon, mouth and eyes open with slight surprise, and his heart rate slowly calming itself. He stayed there for a few moments, confused. The air in his apartment felt cold and moist. There was no sun to shine through the windows and cleanse the room of its gray and dull atmosphere.

He raised his eyebrows and looked to his left. His fist was where his clock was no longer, and the wood floor was stained with black dust. A thin string of black steam made a quiet whisp sound as it rose into the air.

My apartment's okay? I thought it got destroyed.

He sat up, rubbing away that rough, clammy feeling in his eyes. He sniffled and looked to his left and right again, still slightly dazed. Yep – his kitchen was still there, are his TV, and his...apartment.

Wait...what happened?

His mouth felt dry and in need of a quench. He got up and walked over to the sink, still looking left and right at everything to sure himself that they were untouched. Once he reached the sink, he opened the cupboard above it and pulled out a glass cup. The kitchen's tiled floor was uncomfortably cold for his bare feet. His toes twitched as he proceeded to fill the cup with water at full blast, trying to escape as quick as possible.

...4...3...2…

He whipped the faucet handle to the off position and hopped his way onto the carpet in front of his TV, making an "AH!" sound every leap. He lead a trail of water droplets behind him.

He went over to his window and looked out as far as he could.

The disaster was gone. The sky was no longer coated with a black blanket of smoke, and there were no smoking buildings to feed it. In the distance, people were walking up and down the street. Cars drove on the highway even farther in the distance – each car with a person or two inside.

The scene looked so...casual. Like nothing had ever happened.

Almost connecting the dots, he walked over to his TV, careful to avoid the tiled floor. He stood between his TV and his couch. He took a sip of the water while his eyes darted around, trying to locate the remote. He lowered the cup from his lips that had been blocking 70% of his vision to inspect his surroundings a little closer. Not on the table of which the TV was placed on, not on the kitchen counter, and not on the carpet. He slowly went to sit down on the couch, his eyes still searching around the room.

As soon as his ass finished its journey to the couch, the TV shot on and cycled through three channels. Saitama quickly jumped up, his hands up to his waist in surprise, and looked at the remote in the center of the butt imprint he made. He breathed out, not realizing he had been holding his breath, and picked up the remote and sat back down. He was surprised the remote hadn't shattered under his weight.

I guess it was just a dream, Saitama thought as he turned on the TV. The panic of the remote being missing for 30 seconds had almost wiped his memory of the dream ever happening.

The cyborg followed the trail of dead animals, the life drained out of every one of them. Their skins were gray and had lost their texture. All of their eyes had turned black, and it had begun to seem like they didn't have any eyes. No one species were being targeted, either – it appeared that any animal that had crossed this evil's path had been killed. Deer, frogs, snakes, birds...the cyborg's list kept growing. He had even come across a fly on the ground, its silky wings limp, one of them almost disintegrated.

Whatever had been done to them, it seemed to make their bodies decay fast. While tracking the trail the man had run across a barn, with all of its inhabitants having suffered the same fate. The cows had seemed to already be a decent ways into their decaying processes, even though according to the news, this strange phenomenon was completely new. It must just be something with cows though. That fly was still fine, right?

As the cyborg kept walking, the trail slowly grew until there were lifeless carcasses littered everywhere. Seemingly all of the wildlife in the area was wiped out. Fields in the distance were scattered with dead animals, and even some of the rivers had fish floating above water, being carried by currents.

The forests were the worst though. It was nearly impossible to walk through without stepping on the deceased. Those areas felt truly eerie, knowing that everything, in an environment that should flourish with life, is dead. At least the carcasses didn't produce any odor.

Whoever is causing this left this area a decent time ago, he thought.

The sky was a bright blue, with some flat, thick clouds drifting through. A nice wind rustled the many trees nearby, creating a relaxing white noise to go along with cool breeze. The day was just growing to be sunny. The hill the cyborg was on gave a great view of City Z in the distance. From where he was standing, the buildings looked grand in a way, even though the area was oddly...deserted…

It must be in the city right now, attacking people! The cyborg realized. He took one last look around him, and unknowingly began to jog toward the hazardous ghost town of City Z.

the Tanktop woke from his sleep, and checked his clock. It read 10:03 A.M.

Damn, overslept again.

The plan was to get up early to go for a jog. Missed it for the second time.

He took off the white sheet and got up. He took a glance outside the window before stepping toward the door. I gotta get an actual blanket...that white sheet makes me feel like I'm in a hospital bed.

He had before, but that was besides the point.

He walked into his living room and pretty much went through the same morning steps as Saitama had. Tanktop Master had remembered where he put the remote, however, and grabbed it off the table in front of the TV as he sat down on his couch. He took a sip of the milk he had poured. He chose milk over water, because milk made you stronger.

Nothing like a cup of milk.

His sip turned into gulps as he turned on the TV with his peripheral vision. He put the cup on the table to watch the news, but that was when the sunlight from the window struck. He shut it eyes quickly, and raised his arm to block the flash of light. He made a tch sound as he got up to close the curtains on the window. The TV droned on, and none of the words caught the man's attention. He yawned as he move the curtains in front of the window, and walked over to sit back down, thirsty for another sip of milk.

"...powerful monster…"

The Tanktop turned his attention toward the TV and the cup of milk he was holding stopped halfway up his chest.

A picture was being shown on screen of dead livestock, but there was something odd about them. Cows, chickens, pigs...they were an unnatural gray, as if something had sucked the life out of them. The cows were decaying quickly, and it was hard to look at. It seemed to be inside a barn on some field. Trees surrounded the field in the background.

"...to be the cause of the trail of dead animals that is quickly spreading to become a landscape of carcasses. The trail seems to be heading towards City Z. Anyone living in that area should evacuate or find somewhere safe to hide immediately. The Hero Association is developing a threat level as we speak, so keep watching for further information."

The news transition animation played.

Should I go out? It's all the way it City Z… Tanktop Master thought. Suddenly, his couch felt very comfortable and he felt like having a nice, peaceful morning. It's cold out, anyway.

But what about the people in City Z? What if someone gets hurts, or even dies? Dammit, Tanktop, you're a hero! He sighed, half in disappointment and half being the realization that he now had to travel all the way to City Z now. He instantly tried to shut down his second thought. The hero group's probably going to send me to go soon anyway, since I live nearest to the threat. It's fine. Besides, it's my duty whether I like it or not. He blocked out the return of Silverfang's dojo being in City Z, and put on his coat hanging from the coat hook by the door.

The door opened, and closed.

He kept running, chasing, pursuing it. And that little speck, conjured by the devil, was still alive. No matter how many times he swung at it, it would find its way out of the hand of death and fly off.

It probably wasn't even trying. Most likely didn't even care. And it only pissed him off even more.

SMACK!

bzzzzzzzzzz.

Saitama's teeth made clicking noises as they were grinding. Veins were sprouting from every inch of his body, and especially on his poor, bald head. It was starting to look like a big wrinkly brain. A fiery anger scorched his guts, and he was on the edge of screaming.

He had been following the poor bug ever since it dared land on his arm while he was watering his cactus. With a few…with a lot of failed attempts at killing the pest, it had led him all the way down the street from his house. About 5 minutes into his journey, Saitama had begun to leave thick imprints of his boots in the sidewalk. Those wouldn't be repaired until a week later.

The mosquito was traveling along the ground now, as if it was just taking a nice walk with nothing to worry for. Saitama was crawling on his hands and knees, his eyes locked on his target, careful not to scare it off.

Well, considering the bug's attitude he was starting to doubt he needed to worry about that.

Suddenly, the bug stopped its stroll. Saitama held his breath. His eyes widened to a comical level. He brought up his hand, slow as ever, preparing to karate chop the little shit in half. He couldn't tell if it was his imagination or not, but the bug had seemingly turned its head to stare back at Saitama. It was like it was testing him. All time seemed to freeze. The bald man's eyes were ice frozen on the beady eyes of the creature he faced. The atmosphere grew as quiet as a cloud drifting by, a strange mix of peace and tension. He stared into those dead eyes for one final moment that felt like fifty, and swiftly, finally, took action.

POW!

Bits of concrete went flying ten meters into the air. The surrounding buildings shook and their glass windows shattered. A long crack formed down the middle of the road that expanded in both directions as far as the eye could see. The clouds above took a large circle formation around where the impact was dealt, and steam hissed as it rose around Saitama's hand.

He breathed out as he embraced the quiet. The tight feeling in his stomach lifted, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the nice summer wind.

Bzzzzzzzz-

The man's eyes shot open and he erupted with a scream. His eyes glowed red as he darted into the nearest store, searching for something that could teach this thing a lesson. He stomped out with bug spray and shook it up, looking around for the mosquito.

It was still in the same spot, staring at him calmly.

Saitama broke into a full sprint, holding down on the spray as he charged it. It accepted the chase, and began to fly off in a flury of swirls and loops.

Damn you. This isn't over yet!

15 minutes later…

He was no doubt miles from his home now. The buildings grew less familiar as he continued to chase the mosquito. The mosquito toyed with him, zipping around buildings and through corridors. Saitama payed less and less attention to his surroundings, going full focus on the bug. It darted up suddenly, flying high above the ground until more buildings were visible ahead. Its wings buzzed louder like a remote controlled toy plane. Tch. It's challenging me! Saitama's head screamed. He crouched down, and launched himself to the height of the mosquito, leaving a nice little crater in the ground below. There was only a couple feet between Saitama and the mosquito now. Saitama grinned an evil smile.

He held up the bug spray and unleashed its holy powers upon the pest. He let out a scream of triumph while doing so. His eyes stared crazily at the white mist enveloping the area in which the mosquito was last seen. By accident, he took in some of the bug spray through his nose, triggering an eruptive sneeze. The sneeze itself caused a shock wave, and nearby trees almost had their roots and the ground stolen from them. The mist of the spray was blown out of existence, too, and Saitama reopened his eyes.

It was still there. Right in front of him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

He fell back to the ground and looked up at the mosquito, who was hovering there and staring back at him. How did the mosquito survive a shock wave that almost wiped out a tree? Saitama marveled. He clenched his teeth and jumped back up into the sky, attacking the bug with more spray. Once again, it magically survived. The bald man repeated this process until it came to him that it was useless.

It was then that he realized he had been making a huge mess of the street. Smoking holes were scattered everywhere, as if the road had been popping pimples, and there were cracks that would pop an untold number of tires laid about everywhere. Oh. Oops.

Out of nowhere the bug flew off at full speed, shooting off into the distant buildings. This only angered Saitama more, as he let out another roar and zoomed off down the street too, determined to extinguish his enemy.

You won't get away.

Unbeknownst to Saitama, there was a much larger mosquito wreaking havoc in the city as well. Hundreds of bug constantly flew around it in a circle. The aura alone surrounding her glowed red.

She giggled a sadistic giggle, and stretched while floating mid air. Then suddenly, the aura around her disappeared.

She sighed. "Come on you guys. That wasn't nearly enough." She cocked her head back and frowned. She outstretched her arms before continuing, "Go get some more for me!"

The mosquito chuckled evilly before the bugs fwoomed outward, swarming every inch of the surrounding area. A loud buzz could be heard 100 meters away, and if one turned in that direction they'd be face to face with a large black bubble, constantly pulsing and changing shape slightly. The bugs zipped and zapped, searching for pray to rob blood from, but life seemed to cease everywhere in the area. The only thing the mosquitoes could find were lifeless, gray bodies, animals of all sorts.

The Mosquito Girl smiled. Once she got a little more blood, she would grow much more powerful. That's what he had told her. She had been sent out to test her abilities, as the doctor wanted to expand off of her to create greater, more powerful beings. Evolution.

Out of nowhere, the hum of what sounded like machinery caught her attention. She turned to look, and stared down at a bright, orange glow being pointed at her. The pointer was a blonde man, seemingly made only out of technological handicaps. His eyes, like his palm aimed at her, glowed orange, and he wore a white shirt combined with jeans. He appeared to be a cyborg to her.

He stood in a confident stance, with his feet pointed towards his newfound enemy. His eyes were easy to read for anyone who had seen that look before – killing intent.

"Target acquired." He spoke in a robotic voice.

"Well, well. Who do we have here?" The mosquito responded, trying to sound as cocky as possible. Was this weird looking man seriously trying to attack her? She laughed in her mind. Looks like I'll have to teach this man a lesson.

But before she could continue, a beam of fire erupted from the palm of the strange blonde man, headed straight for the hovering monster faster than one could blink. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she just barely avoiding being scorched, bending her body over the beam. She swirled around it as it disappeared into the distance, marking a circle in the clouds above. A nice blue sky revealed itself behind it.

The girl turned to look at the hole in the clouds, her face still masked in shock. The clouds carried on in the distance, as if nothing had happened. She kept her eyes on it while her heartbeat slowed. That was close!

It was then that she realized she had taken her eyes off of the cyborg for far too long. She whipped her head back around, searching for the man, only to find that he was nowhere to be seen. Dust rolled along the crack pavement, the wind a soft whirring noise. Fear and tension immediately swallowed her mind, and she turned at every small sound she could here.

Suddenly, she heard something approaching at high speed, the air being mercifully speared through. She turned to face it, but quickly realized she wouldn't have time to dodge if she hesitated to move much longer. She shot down as quick as she could, barely avoiding the barreling figure. As she flipped downward, she caught a small glimpse of the cyborg's blonde hair. His eyes were completely black this time, as if he were in deep focus. Then time sped up once more and she almost sent herself hurdling into the ruins of a two story building.

She caught herself mid air, her wings buzzing madly now. She stood still in shock for a moment more, then became filled with rage. "You bastard! Trying to sneak attack me like that?" She shouted as the cyborg stopped on the street in front of her. Dust curled out from under his feet, and he glanced up at her. Those golden, yellow eyes blazed her soul. She could tell, now, that this was no small fry. This man was dangerous.

She took a moment to calm herself down, her eyes shadowed from the blonde cyborg. Then she snickered, and looked up at him.

"Whatever. I'll take care of you, and then your blood will be mine!" She planted her feet on the ground, and bent over, getting ready to charge him.

"I see. You get your power from the blood of your victims." He shifted upward, his chin pointed high as he glared at her. "It's too late. I have figured out the source of your power. You will be eliminated." His right arm glowed with heat as he charged up another of what the Mosquito Girl presumed to be a blast from before.

Ha. Try it, cyborg. This time I can see you head on, she thought. She braced herself as she put on a smile.

"Incinerate."

And this time, she was very ready for it. As soon as the blast sounded out, she swiftly darted to the right and curved around a few buildings. The cyborg's facial expression quickly changed from seriousness to astonishment as the bug rushed him from the side, zipping through an alleyway between two buildings.

As he twisted his body to face her, she extended her wing out. The sound of mechanical failure rippled down the empty buildings and streets. The cyborg made a tch sound while turning to check on his missing body part. The mosquito flew up, sliding the detached arm off her wing and holding it. She gripped it tightly before laughing and tossing it to the side. She took in a big breath of air before looking down to mock the cyborg. He had disappeared, again.

Out of nowhere, she felt great pain at the lower part of her body. She gasped and glanced at the bottom half of her body. Her legs, shin down, had been completely severed off.

A look of shock crossed her face as she saw the man land on a building in her peripheral vision. As she stared at him in shock, he dropped the legs of Mosquito Girl. He kept his iron gaze upon her.

The latter grew even more angry than before, squeeing her fists as hard as mosquito-ly possible. "Damn you," she growled. "I'll kill you before you have time to think! I've used barely any of my power yet!"

Just then, something connected in her brain. Yes, power. Once again, that devilish smile returned to her face. They probably have enough blood gathered by now, right?

"Come to me, little ones! Feed me your juices!" She shouted as she extended her arms out. The cyborg stood still, on edge, waiting for something. He looked around, all five senses at the max. The mosquito lady stood still, and the last thing the blonde man heard in the silence was a small chuckle from her.

A faint buzzing. Heard from miles away. The cyborg named Genos turned his head toward the distant sound in awe. He was about to check his ears when it rapidly grow louder, and a ball of dark gray could be seen growing about 30 buildings off.

But it only took a few seconds for the loud rumbling of bugs to be brought to them, engulfing the Mosquito Girl as Genos stood back and watched. The cyborg shielded his face with both arms, still leaving a small gap for his eyes to see. All that could be seen of the mosquito queen now, however, was her red hot skin as she laughed inside the storm of pests. Genos grunted as the wind of the bugs began pushing him back, and he leapt away, backflipping.

He landed a few buildings down the street, and continued watching helplessly as his enemy gathered more power than he thought she could ever have. His golden eyes displayed a look of disbelief and worry. He closed them. This was unexpected, he thought. This will be a much more challenging fight now.

His thoughts were interrupted, then, by a bald man running down the street. Pure anger had taken over his face, and he held up a small can of bug spray. Mist drifted behind him as he tried his best to extinguish the pest in front of him, his eyes glowing red while doing so. Suddenly he stopped, and reached his hands into his mouth, trying to clear it. And before he could consider spraying his own tongue, our friend Saitama met our new cyborg Genos.

And history, as we know it, set its course.

Some time later…

Finally, Tanktop had arrived at the scene of the crime report, hunched over and panting. The sky, by now, had bene brightened by the morning sun, and most of the clouds from before had floated off to a different city. All that was left...were the ruins of multiple buildings and streets, crumbled bricks and hissing pipes from underneath the roads.

From looking at the area, Tanktop could tell that there definitely was a fight here already, but then…

Who took out the mosquito lady?

He stood up and looked to his right, at the thick blood splattered on rocks and rubble.

You. I must know who you are.

What a day, Saitama thought as he walked out of his bathroom and sat down in the chair at his table. A nice bowl of cereal sat before him, and he began to eat while reflecting on his day. The TV droned on in the background.

I didn't mean to acquire a disciple today, he thought as he stared out through the window and into the pitch black night. Well, I've learned to definitely listen to people when they're talking. Otherwise, you might agree to something you shouldn't have, or don't want to do. He gulped down his cereal and frowned at it. Man, I shouldn't have made it before I brushed my teeth. Not only is it all soggy now, but it just tastes really minty. Yuck.

He ended up pouring it out into the sink, and laying down across the couch as he watched a show he had been beginning to grow fond of.

While watching, a thought hit him, reminding him of something.

Oh yeah, he thought. I guess I'll look into that hero thing tomorrow.

Chapter 2 coming out soon hopefully.