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Let's just... Let's just ignore that happened, ya? And never speak of it again. Did anyone else see that Eminem Diss Track by MGK? Insane.

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Fried egg on rice. The meal of champions.

Sitting at her desk in her after having just woken up and made breakfast, she turned on the television while she typed away. The news again- an important channel. Glancing at it she was mildly surprised that it was a quiet day. Guess she'd have to kick off the new week.

Eating her breakfast, she noticed through her email there was an update and followed the link. Finally, an update. Her eyes scanned across the screen, and then she stopped mid-chew, her brows knitting together. "The fuck?" She scrolled- this wasn't right. She sighed heavily and typed in a review, "Damn 14-year-old girls making newbie mistakes."

Guess no new chapter for her. Damn fanfiction writers with super long hiatus' and then teasing with the wrong update. Lifting her bowl, she tossed her head back and poured the rest of her rice into her mouth, stuffing her cheeks.

After tossing the bowl in the sink she dressed in a purple demon cat shirt and jean shorts, showing off her muscled legs. Putting on her green cap she went out to make her debut.

Okay, so we got this guy in his late 30's - early 40's, worked the same 9-5 job for like 10-15 years? Today's super quiet for monster activity so everyone thinks it's going to be a good day. The guy goes to his work as a bank teller and after he clocks in he goes to his station, greeting his female co-worker for the morning. Waving over the young woman in a green cap he greeted, "Good morning! How can I assist you today?"

Leaning forward and resting her arms on the counter she gave out a long sigh, thinking over her words. "Well I guess I just want you to give me money. I mean, not a lot though. Wait-" she thought it over again, "would a lot be good?"

First customer of the day. Sighing the teller smiled despite the difficulty of the customer. "So you would like to make a withdrawal?"

"Huh? Yeah, kinda," reaching under her hat she scratched her head. "I mean, not really. I just want you to give me the bank money."

His eyebrows went up, but he bit his tongue. "All right," typing away on his computer he attempted to take it step-by-step. "So let's start with your name."

"Eh?"

Looking back at the girl, her brown eyes were big and innocent. Had she never been to the bank before? "I need your name to find your account. Then we can look at your funds and figure out how much you want to-"

"Oi- no." He stopped short and stared at her. She stared back.

"I'm... sorry?"

"I'm robbing you."

He stared and she stared in return. "I... beg your pardon?"

She shrugged. "Beg then."

Taking a quick glance around, no one else seemed to be paying attention to their conversation. Leaning closer to her he whispered, "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to please refrain from that type of joking."

"Oi," she was annoyed now. Frowning she corrected, "I'm not joking about this. Today's my debut and you're kinda fucking it up, so just comply and give me the money." Well, they had attention now. His coworker whispered to him concerned, but he discreetly waved her away. "I'm demanding money. If you don't comply I will break this building in half, understand?"

The teller quickly looked over her features, memorizing them so he could report to the police. A woman in her mid to late 20's, short curly brown hair in a green cap, brown eyes, purple t-shirt with a devil cat and... a 12-year-old boy's chest. Extremely flat. However her legs were super muscular, jean shorts and brown combat boots.

She didn't have a weapon.

She was demanding money, so she couldn't be a monster, right? She was an ordinary woman. If she didn't have a weapon then how was she going to rob them? Whispering again he insisted, "Ma'am, please, desist. We will call the police and-"

"Go ahead," she shrugged. "I'll kill 'em. I'm sure that'll put me on the news."

He stared at her. She was insane. He looked her over again. No weapon still.

"Everybody get on the ground!"

Gunfire- and everyone in the bank dropped to the ground with screams. Except for the woman in the green cap, who looked around confused, and then turned around to the door. "Eh?"

Six or so people dressed in bullet proof vests and black clothing ran in armed with guns. Her face fell flat, "You're kidding me." They were shouting and herding the trembling bodies by waving their guns around. "Oi!"

"Get on the ground!" One waved their gun at her.

"You get on the ground!" She shouted back, moving her leg forward. "I got here first! Get your own bank!"

In the silence of utter shock, they could hear one of the robbers mutter under his breath, "What the fuck?" There was a light creak and everyone whipped their heads around to see a kid opening the front door in an attempt to sneak out. He froze, staring back at them in fright with snot hanging from his nose.

The woman went wide eyed, "Whoa, little dude-!"

"Koharu, run!" A woman screamed.

"Get him!" The kid bolted and the robbers fired, shattering the glass, but the kid escaped.

"Shit!" Her hands went into her hair. "Dammit now he's going to get the cops!" These jackasses in black were going to steal her light!

The gunman aimed at her again and shouted, "Get on the fucking ground or you die!"

She flipped him off.

Koharu was sprinting down the street a blubbering mess. "Help," he cried out, "Help me! Please, somebody!"

Pedestrians that were paying attention paused to look over at the kid confused. Looking around there was nothing chasing him. However one young man dressed in full bicycle armor and riding his bicycle heard the young boy's cries. The crowd easily parted for him once they saw who it was. He slid to a stop right up to the boy- causing him to jump in fright- and stopped perpendicular to him. Kohaku stared up at the man with hope in his shining eyes. "Mumen Rider!"

"What seems to be the problem?" Mumen Rider asked, looking cool behind his goggles.

Koharu sniffed and pointed back up the road. "M-my mom is in trouble! There were men with guns- they're robbing the bank!"

That was all the information he needed. He nodded, "Don't worry, I'll save your mother." He put his foot to the pedal and sped off.

Koharu watched as he stood from his seat and pedaled faster. He cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted, "Thank you, Mumen Rider!"

As Mumen Rider rode to the bank, he could visibly see the closer he got the more panicked people were, taking notice of the situation. Looking ahead he spotted the bank- and a body went flying out of the building, breaking the doors off with it. Mumen Rider slid to a halt and watched in astonishment as the human body embedded into the building across the street, cars screeching to halts as well. That had to be a robber, he thought judging by the outfit.

There was a barrage of gunfire, however one after another bodies went flying out into the building across the street. Mumen Rider didn't understand- did another hero make it before him? He got off his bicycle of justice and put up the kickstand. Hostages came flooding out screaming, but the gunfire ceased. "A monster!" They were shouting. "That woman's a monster!"

Mumen Rider fought against the people to make his way in. Entering the building he froze, taking in all the damage. Bullets holes everywhere, everything nearly smashed to pieces. It was empty save a woman in a green cap. "Uh, miss-?"

She kicked down the teller's counter and it exploded, forcing him to put his arms up against the debris. Looking back over he watched as she grabbed a black duffle bag and headed into the vault. "H-hey! Wait, stop!" He ran after her.

"Huh?" She stopped and looked back at him. She was surprised, "Oh, hey. You're that C-Class hero Mumen Rider, yeah?"

"Uh, y-yeah..." He slowed his running and approached her curiously. "What... are you doing? Who are you?" He thumbed to the wreckage behind them, "Did you do all that?"

"Yup." Turning back around she headed for the vault. "Who I am; I haven't really made a name up yet. I don't know what I wanna go with. As for what I'm doing," she kicked in the large metal vault door and it blasted open, crumbling under her boot like foil and ripping off the foundation around it. "I'm taking some money. I got some bills, need to pay Stubbles back," as she rambled she carefully stepped her way in around the crumbling walls and ceiling. "Plus there's this new cat game for the PC that I wanna get."

Mumen Rider stood there dumbfounded. Her leg strength was insane. "Um..." He lightly jogged over to her and watched as she kicked in the metal lockers, breaking them open for the money. "I'm sorry, I'm confused. You're robbing the bank? Did you stop those guys with guns?"

As she stuffed the duffle bag she replied, "Yeah, they were in my way. Trying to steal my spotlight."

He sighed, "Well, you know I'm going to have to stop you, right?" She looked over at him and stared. "I know you're super strong," he carefully stepped his way inside, "but it's my duty as a hero."

She smiled, "I always liked you." He froze. She went back to packing the duffle bag. "Listen, I want you to do well, and I want my name to go out. So here," she tossed him the duffle bag and he awkwardly caught it. She quickly counted a handful of banknotes and tucked them into her back pocket. "You're going to report to the police what you saw- make sure I get credit for breaking into the bank and stealing money. However you," she walked up to him and stood tall- about his height, "managed to take back most of the money and scare me off."

"I don't... I don't like this."

"Course you don't!" She smiled and slapped him on his padded shoulder. "Cause you're a good guy! Sorry to do this," she then kneed the duffle bag into his gut. She went easy, but he still went flying down the hall and crashed against the wall- rolling and breaking it off- back into the lobby area.

Sirens of cop cars could be heard outside and the police rushed in as Mumen Rider slowly got to his feet. "Mumen Rider!" An officer called out, "What happened!?"

"Did you take out those robbers!?" Another asked in astonishment.

Mumen Rider coughed a bit, needing to catch his breath. He ignored them and hurried back down the hall holding his stomach, but back at the vault he could see the woman already made her escape with a gaping tunnel leading back out of the building.

Meanwhile the woman was counting the banknotes again as she walked down the street. "Two, four, six, eight, ten..."

"Mumen Rider's there!"

"Come on! Hurry!"

People sprinted by her to get to the bank, wanting to see the action. She didn't even glance up when ambulances sped past, their sirens blaring. She sighed, "Well, I have enough for a couple months rent... Maybe I should have gotten more, but having too much would just be too easy." She stuffed the money in her pockets and made her way back to her apartment.

Once she was home she took off her hat and made herself some lunch. Turning on the television she watched as the news went over the robbery report live on the scene. General gist was several men attempting to rob the bank were incapacitated and Mumen Rider was there to save the day.

=Um... No, ma'am, I wasn't the one who stopped the robbers.=

=Can you tell us exactly what transpired?=

=I'm still coming up to speed myself. There was a woman in a green cap and purple shirt and she... she had incredibly powerful legs. She just kicked her way into the vault and I guess she did all this damage.=

=Mm-hm, and how did you manage to get the money back from her? Where did she go?=

After making her lunch she ate it over the sink as she watched the television. Mumen Rider sighed on the screen, =I-I didn't do anything. She handed me the bag and in exchange I would tell everyone about her.=

=Do you believe this is an aspiring villain?=

=I... can't say. She didn't give me a name or a motive, but she was here to rob the bank- something about bills and paying someone back...=

She sighed heavily, wiping her mouth of food. "He coulda just taken credit," she said as she went for her computer. "Oh well, guess that's what makes a hero. Today was a bust though." She quickly typed away, "I need bigger fish anyways. Rob a bank or a store and suddenly everyone's doing the same thing- losers."

She needed something more flashy.

=Mumen Rider, could you illustrate what the villain looked like?=

=Yeah, I can try.=

She looked up and went wide eyed at the very crude drawing he made of her. "What the hell!" She shouted at the screen. "Who's going to recognize me!?" Frustrated she changed the channel to a mindless show.

Continuing to search the net her eyes lit up, "That's a fat fish."

This fat man with a pencil mustache was her ticket. Her eyes lazily scanned the news article about a Tanaka Kaito, accused of poisoning his father to inherited his fortune and his technological company that was known for working on prototype blah blah blah- he lived in Y city, just a couple of cities away. She stood up. Walking out of her apartment she grinned to herself, adjusting her cap to better hide her eyes.

Tanaka Kaito sat alone at a long and extravagant table filled with food fit for a king. He was a fat man with greasy black hair and a pencil mustache. A butler waited at his side holding a silver platter with a letter on it. While Tanaka was stuffing his face the butler was explaining, "News of your recent payment has reached the two stock market members that you made deal with before, sir. One Mr. Sadao and one Mr. Yoshimoto. They request an audience with you at your earliest convenience."

Tanaka sat back in his chair, munching on his food as he hummed. After swallowing he replied to his butler, "Tell them I've got no business with the likes of them! I've already gave Isami a fat check to further her research." He waved his butler off. "I don't give two shits what those bastards do."

"Sir, they have also sent this," the butler handed him a letter.

Tanaka eyed it. "What is that, a threat?" He smacked it away and the platter fell, however the butler swiftly caught it. "Why would I be intimidated by them? Besides, I still have that ninja under contract. Hey!" He suddenly shouted. "Ninja!"

"What?"

Tanaka looked over to see his ninja leaning against a wall, wearing his tight black suit and long purple scarf, staring at him unhappily. He pointed his fork at him and said, "A couple of bastards are going to send people after me to threaten me. If they get near my house then kill them."

"Fine."

"There, problem solved." He waved his butler off. "Go send an invitation to those bastards and any other jackass that wants to take me on- I dare them to try something."

"Very well, sir." His butler bowed to him and then left to do his task.

Saitama was lounging in his living room reading a manga while Genos was scribbling away in a notebook. The television was running as usual on the news channel to keep them up-to-date. Genos glanced up during the interview with Mumen Rider and his eyes glowed, quickly analyzing his scratchy image and taking a picture for his memory.

"Sensei, whoever this woman is she's apparently strong." Looking to him he asked, "Should we go out and investigate?"

"Eh?" He looked up from his manga and then over at the television. He blinked, staring at the film of wreckage and the crappy picture. To be honest he wasn't paying attention. And that picture was nothing to go off of. "Genos, I won't be able to do anything with that picture." He went back to his manga. "What do you think?"

"I agree the drawing is very poor," he replied, looking back to the television. "Robbing a bank is very cliché, I don't believe she's worth the time at the moment. Another lower class hero should be able to apprehend her."

"Alright." Still reading his manga, Saitama reached for the remote and changed the channel to another news station while Genos went back to writing.