The One Kick Woman Special played as a re-run on Channel 666 news. Junki's face was splayed on the screen, innocent with big brown eyes looking over her shoulder at the camera man. The television illuminated a dimly lit large room. Across from it, a mysterious man with a full and luscious brown mustache, face half shadowed to keep his identity hidden. Enjoying a glass of straight brandy, swirling it as he sat in his chair, he called, "Sonic?"

"Yes." Speed-o-Sound Sonic, ninja for hire, expert assassin with a very high success rate. He had always been in the room, however his presence was only known leaning against the wall once he spoke.

The rich older man smirked, turning his head slightly towards him. "Tell me, you worked for Kaito before, didn't you?"

"Yes." He bit the word off, not liking the memory of an inexperienced, inappropriate, idiot woman defeating him so easily. Saitama was his rival, that woman was simply a tumor.

"Tell me," facing the television again he asked, "have you met this woman before?"

"Briefly," he replied, doing well to hide his tone. "I didn't catch her name, however her strength was overwhelming, I'll admit. A self-proclaimed 'bad guy'."

Something about that made the rich mysterious man laugh. Sonic frowned at him, wondering what was going through his clients head. Forcing himself to stop laughing, he said, "Her name isn't important. I have a task for you Sonic- this won't affect your business with me, rest assured. Go and attempt to kill that young woman, will you?"

Sonic frowned even more out of confusion. "If it won't affect anything, then what's the point?"

"I would merely like to scale her abilities for myself," he replied and took a sip of his drink. "I know your capabilities very well, after all. Go on, humor an old man, would you? I'll even give you a bonus for the trouble."

After a quiet sigh he got off the wall. "Fine." After that he disappeared.

!

The woman nicknamed the Executive, the hardass known to get shit done and proud of her work, was standing in one of the many lounge rooms throughout Headquarters designed as luxurious break rooms for the employees. It was empty, and she stood in front of the flat screen mounted on the wall, resting her chin on her hand.

The Heroes Association made it public their reevaluation of Y City, and apologized to the public for their error in judgment to both civilians and the wounded heroes. They would have to kiss some ass for a while, and they'd be on thin ice. They couldn't afford to fuck up again, the Executive knew that better than anyone. The announcement might have been risky, however news stations and cable companies were cutting ties with the City State. On top of that they were acting immediately, so Tanaka Kaito and Uyemura Isami wouldn't have time to prepare.

Things appeared well in place. However something nagged at the Executive. The "anonymous" tip Stubbles and Specs received was a blessing, yet it was too easy. So she stood alone, flipping through news channels and talk shows to see the immediate response of the public.

Something else had to happen, she thought, aiming the remote as she changed channels again. Something else would get in the way, she just knew it...

And there it was.

=And now, a knowledgeable and well respected guest, Amai Mask!= The audience of the popular talk show applauded as Amai Mask walked out onto the stage, waving and shaking hands before taking a seat. Her painted lips pressed tight. Amai mask was the number 1 A-Class Hero. A man that was well suited for S-Class, however the pompous self-righteous celebrity remained in A Class. In his words, 'to help maintain the quality of Heroes the world will look up to.'

She never liked that man. He was smart, and clever, and had good advice he shared with the Association, granting him special permissions by the higher ups. However the Executive never saw his reasoning and motives as pure and selfless. He had his own agenda he strived for, and a perfect example was this.

=Seeing the O.K.W. Special myself, I felt it was glorified,= Amai Mask said, and the Executive bit her lip. =The public views the Heroes Association as a power with vast knowledge. When they make a decision, we all expect it to work, including myself. However, after the failure of their evaluation, Channel 666 news, as we all know, took that opportunity to put a couple things out of proportion.=

The host asked, =So are you saying the threat of O.K.W. is not S-Class worthy?=

Amai Mask chuckled in his handsome way and fanned his hand, =I suppose that puts a little pressure on me, doesn't it?= As the audience and host laughed, the Executive knew he was covering his own ass. =What I will say is that I felt the Associations original evaluation was grossly underestimating, as I said on the previous talk show I was on. Jumping from C-Class to S seems a little compensating, wouldn't you say?=

There was a mass agreement from the audience. The remote landed on the couch as the Executive was already leaving the room, heels clicking down the hall.

She was good about hiding her nervous ticks, however her brisk walk was a giveaway. She marched back towards the Y City operation room. However, not-so-pleasantly on the way, turning a corner she nearly ran into 6-foot-5 Sekingar, the brown-haired man with a robot eye. Taking a quick step back, she smiled up at him, "Oh, Sekingar! I'm sorry, I nearly ran into. I wasn't paying attention."

While he stared down at her, his robot eye adjusted. Still he smiled, "No worries, I was rushing as well." He then frowned, "Where are you headed?"

"The Y City operations room," she replied honestly. She knew better than to try and lie to this man. "What about you? I didn't think you were on the Y Project."

"I wasn't, but I was called in," he replied. "Amai Mask contacted me, so I'm heading towards an emergency meeting on his behalf."

"Emergency meeting?" She frowned, keeping an air of innocence as she crossed her arms. "I hadn't heard about that." He was on Executive level as she was, but hearing Amai Mask of all people contacting him let her know that Sekingar had special permissions as well. Or perhaps the man was working his way into good graces through Amai Mask.

"It was established with only the board members," he replied, offering a kind hand of explanation. "I'm only attending because of Amai Mask, but at this rate I'm already late."

"Oh, then by all means." She quickly side stepped out of the way. With a smile and nod he hurried on. After he disappeared, her smile fell to a dark look as she continued on.

Amai Mask and Sekingar. Amai Mask was one thing, but she considered Sekingar even more dangerous. A man that attempted to become a hero and failed, she felt as if he would do anything to put his name in the spotlight, even construct his own demise to go down as a martyr for the history books. The Executive knew she wasn't well known, merely a female face for the board, she had a word here and there, but only those hidden on the sidelines like she was knew her power. Those like Stubbles and Specs. Speaking of-

"Stubbles! Specs!"

Bursting into the operations room and shouting as loud and commanding as she could, nearly everyone jumped, especially the two she called out- Stubbles spilling his coffee down his shirt and Specs dropping some papers.

"Ah, shit," giving up on his mess, Stubbles ripped off his headset and hurried over while Specs followed after him, stumbling as he attempted to pick up what papers he could. "Jesus, what is it?" He questioned as they neared. "We're were just about to-"

"Everyone, attention, please!" They all glanced over at the young woman with tied back blonde hair, wearing a headset and holding a tablet. "The board as issued a pause on operations! Please stand by your stations until word is received!"

"Just about to contact the S-Class heroes, right?" The Executive questioned. They two men looked back at her dumbly, coffee stained and disheveled. She sighed. Her two greatest allies. Glaring at them mildly she stated loudly, "You two are unnecessary here. Nautia and Klaus, take over their positions."

"Yes, ma'am!" They both replied and scrambled from where they originally were.

The men in front of her went wide eyed and looked as if they were quickly trying to figure out a good reasoning to protest with, however she lowered her voice and commanded, "Follow me."

As she marched out of the room, the both of them were stunned for a moment. As they glanced at each other they could only share a look - oh shit - before Specs dropped the papers and they both hurried after her. They followed her far enough away to an isolated hallway. Once she turned around, Stubbles opened his mouth first looking panicked, "Please, let me explain-"

"Keep it shut," she quickly snapped through her teeth. Crossing her arms, she relaxed her demeanor and said, "I don't care about whatever is going on between the two of you or that anonymous tip. What I care about is the board meeting going on right now that's going to fuck our rescue of Y City."

"I'm confused," Specs quickly interjected during Stubbles stunned silence. "There's another board meeting? Why are we stalled on contacting the heroes?"

"Amai Mask," she put simply. They both hesitated before sighing, the stress she felt evident on their faces. "I was suspicious, so I was keeping an eye on the television. Amai Mask went on a talk show and shit all over our plans, claiming our jump from C-Class to S-Class was a gross overestimation. Our way of overcompensating. Now the board is holding a meeting because of that and Sekingar is attending on Amai Masks behalf."

Stubbles face fell as the blood drained from his face, "We're not sending S-Class heroes."

"The board isn't," she corrected and both the men's eyes widened. She looked between the two of them carefully. "I don't know what your secret is, but I don't need to know. All I need to know is that we're on the same page for saving the city."

"We are," Specs quickly assured.

"Good." She pulled out of her blazer pocket her company issued black cell phone and handed it to them, and Stubbles accepted it, though surprised. She glared at each of them dead in the eye, "If anyone finds out I'm giving this to you then my ass is in hot water. Contact an S-Class hero you trust, and quickly. At this rate we're only sending more heroes to the hospital or worse, and I won't have this operation fucked by that pretty boy hero. This is the Heroes Associations last chance to do good in the eyes of the public before this whole organization goes under, do you understand?"

"Y-yes ma'am," Stubbles managed out while Specs stared stiffly.

"Good, get it done." With that she marched passed them back to the operations room.

The two men stood there staring down at the phone in Stubbles hand, taking in the gravity of the situation. Specs then looked up at him, "You don't know who to call, do you."

"Nope."

The two men rushed to an elevator and essentially barricaded themselves in. They had zero coordination in their panic. Any level they stopped on the both of them would talk loudly, prattling off ridiculous excuses as Stubbles jabbed at the close button furiously. While Stubbles crouched in the corner stressing over the phone on who to call, Specs practically had to fight off a man bigger than him off the elevator. They both collapsed, ties loose and jackets off, panting and sweaty from the poorly ventilated enclosure.

That's when Stubbles snapped his eyes wide open, having an idea. "I know who to call."

"Seriously!?" Specs questioned, just as alert. "Then do it!"

However Stubbles reached for his own pocket and froze. He looked to his partner and friend. "It's... It's Junki."

"Junki?" Specs couldn't be more lost.

The elevator doors opened and their sweaty, disheveled, visibly stressed selves looked wide eyed to the young intern and shouted, "WE'RE FULL!" She was paralyzed with fear and confusion as Stubbles reached up with his leg and kicked at the buttons several times, eventually getting the doors closed again.

After, Specs reached up and pressed the emergency button, halting the elevator between levels. While they had time, he turned to him and said, "All right, before we contact her, can you explain why? Niece or not she's a villain right now, isn't she?"

Stubbles hesitated, and then sighed. "She's... not my niece."

Specs stared at him, "but you said..."

"Yes, I know. It's the easiest explanation," he said, adjusting himself to sit up on the floor. Staring at the Executives phone he began telling the story- while they had the time anyways. "She's not my niece, she's a daughter of an old friend of mine. Someone I'm not friends with anymore.

"Years ago, before the Heroes Association was created, I had a friend I met in college. He was a brilliant man, and rich too. I'm pretty sure the wife he had was an arranged marriage." He sighed. "They had a daughter, Junki, but she was... odd. She was very quiet and out of the way and didn't seem to have any friends. The family was an exaggerated kind of rich, always dressed fancy, had servants, the works. They hosted dinner parties a lot, and since we were good friends I was often invited. However Junki was always shut away in her room or even missing. He told me how he was fed up with her. She had no motivations, no aspirations, she was always hiding throughout their mansion, she even skipped school for weeks at a time just to stay at home and play games or watch television. I wasn't sure how they were raising their kid, but I felt bad for her. I felt that they weren't really understanding their daughter and were pushing some kind of family business onto her that she's inherit or something. I don't know, but the cliché fit them.

Anyways, after a while me and my friend were separating. The more I got to know him the more crazy I realized he was. He liked to invest his money in stocks, and most of them were normal things, however a couple of them were research development companies for monsters. He had strange ideas about how humans could use them, as slaves for building or even as soldiers for wars. At some point I'm pretty sure he snapped. Naturally I cut ties with him, but one day I decided to go back and see how they were- mostly for Junki. However she was the only one home."

Specs eyes widened. "They abandoned her?"

"Basically," Stubbles nodded. "That's how I ended up taking care of her. I got her a place and paid for her expenses."

Specs furrowed his brows up, trying not to judge. "But she's an adult. Do you think that was good for her?"

"I felt bad for her," he shrugged. "Besides, that was better than having her go back to that crazy guy and his psycho wife. I didn't want her to be a bad guy like them."

Specs stared at him.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Stubbles quickly grumbled and pulled out his phone. "She just went quiet for a time- she's done that before though. I have no idea what the hell is going on with her right now, but before this I always went to her for ideas on what heroes to pick for handling a job. When the Heroes Association was started, she was oddly knowledgeable about all the heroes, even if she claimed she wasn't interested in them. In fact, I think she had an unhealthy obsession internet stalking ones she didn't like, though I don't really have proof of that."

Specs took all the information in, but decided to stay focused on the task. "Well, she helped us out once. We have no idea what to do, so you might as well."

With a sigh he said, "Right." He dialed her number and put it on speaker.

When the call picked up, the two men frowned at the background noise. "Choppers?" Specs questioned.

"Yo, what's up, Stubbles."

"Jun?" He questioned, "What's that noise? What's going on?"

Back over to Junki, she was standing some distance away from a giant, unconscious barracuda monster just outside the city wall. The sea-monster showed up with a gang of smaller monsters, and after Junki broke the barracuda's arms and legs, they all ran off. After a quick call to Isami with confirmation, a cleanup crew arrived to bring the monster back into the city for Isami to dismantle.

Junki was looking over the work going on, helicopters coming into haul the monster away, and then turned back around and said, "Uhhh... construction?"

"... Whatever, look, Jun. I know you're a bad guy now, but I need your help."

Junki frowned, "Man... I don't like it, but I owe you a lot. Just don't ask me to do heroic stuff."

"No, no, but... this might be a little awkward." Junki raised an eyebrow. "You see... there's a slight situation here at Headquarters. Uhm, we were going to send some S-Class heroes after you-

"Seriously!?" She perked up at that, "That's awesome!"

"Uh... yeah, well, there was a change of plans and we're not sending them anymore."

She froze. "... Eh?"

"But I have special permission to secretly request an S-Class hero to go and save Y City! However with the media and the mission being no longer S-Class worthy..."

There was a moment of silence as the gears turned in her head. After a moment she dropped her arm and said flatly, "It's Amai Mask, isn't it. That jackass said I wasn't S-Class worthy, didn't he."

"... Something like that."

She sighed, scratching her head under her cap as she walked away from the noise behind her. "So you're calling me to figure out which hero will come and stop me if asked too, right? And you can't risk a screw up on who to ask just in case you get in trouble with your bosses."

"She's surprisingly smarter than I originally thought."

"Right?"

Junki stopped dead. She then shouted offended, "Stubbles, who the hell was that!?"

"Uhhh-"

"And screw you, guy!"

"Sorry, Jun."

"Jun, this is my friend and work partner, he's on the same page I am. Please, Jun, we don't have a lot of time!"

"Is that your stupid glasses friend you go drinking with?"

"You can call me Specs."

"Jun, focus, please! S-Class hero to fight you!"

With a huff she put her hand on her hip. "Sorry to say, but you're out of luck. The S-Class heroes you got are either too self-centered, haughty, in jail, or just downright don't care enough if the mission isn't labeled S-Class worthy. Unless you magically got someone I don't know about, they're not gonna help. Which isn't going to be good for your team cause mine's got this massive monster Isami's cooking up in her lab."

"Massive monster?" Specs questioned in worry. "What class hero does it rival?"

She gave a curt laugh, "Uh, I'd say S. It's got like a million teeth and stuff."

"Someone you don't know..." Stubbles had been staring off in space, the gears in his head turning. It was possible. "I got it."

Junki was speaking again, still angry over Specs' comment, but he hung up on her and quickly scrolled through the Executive's phone. Specs watched him and asked, "Who are you calling?"

"Our newest S-Class hero," he replied, putting the phone to his ear. "Someone who doesn't seem to be caught up in the popularity bullshit."

Just after the phone call finished, the elevator doors suddenly opened up and they both nearly jumped out of their skin, having not realized they were moving again. And standing in the doorway was the Executive herself, arms cross and staring coolly. "We're out of time."

!

"Whaddya mean?" Junki asked, sitting in a chair in Isami's computer room.

"What do you mean, 'whaddya' mean?" Pausing her typing, Isami spun around in her chair to frown at her, "Don't you keep up-to-date on the news at all?"

"Well, I did." Looking to the ceiling she reflected, "wow, guess it's been a while."

With a sigh Isami focused back on her work. "The Heroes Association made a public announcement. The city isn't aware yet, however I found the video leaked on an obscure website. They're launching their attack today, which means I need to finish my project now. And you need to get ready as well with my monsters." She smiled to herself, her glasses reflecting the monitors light. "No doubt news stations will send helicopters to report the battle, which means my name will be revered as the doctor that surpassed Dr. Genus in his studies."

"Sounds... cool." Junki sighed, leaning back in the chair with her hands behind her head. Today, huh? She pursed her lips, hopefully an S-Class hero would come. Depending on what heroes showed up, she might just kill a couple. Then she'd be famous. Rocking in the chair, it tilted back a little too far and she yelped, quickly leaning forward before she fell, heart pounding.

"Are you still here?" Isami questioned annoyed, causing Junki to groan and roll her eyes. "Get going!"

"Yeah, yeah," she grumbled as she dragged her feet.

!

At Hero Association Headquarters, Stubbles and Specs were forced to stand to the side as the Executive overlooked the operations room. "Heroes are on their way," a woman reported, "helicopters are picking up ones that are further out now."

"Drop off area confirmed and secure," another agent said.

"Very good," the Executive replied. "Let me know when they arrive." Doing well to hide her nervous ticks, she merely stood tall, staring at the big screen at the front of the room splaying a map and markers with hero locations.

Stubbles and Specs behind her however were loosening their tie and adjusting their glasses. They ran out of fidgets to do while they merely stood there and waited, unable to do anything. Stubbles especially was sweating bullets. He had no idea what was going on with Junki, but he could only hope she would snap out of it and not get hurt.

Genos and Saitama, two heroes that were not displayed on the map in the operations room, were sprinting at an unbelievable speed across the country, making it to the drop off point the Executive had texted Genos on his company phone. Saitama was still slightly sour over the fact he got a shiny black phone for being S-Class.

Heroes were coming together, and behind the wall of Y City the monsters were organizing. The citizens were horrified and hid from the hideous creatures that marched down the streets in a zombie-like fashion. At the front was Junki, skipping along the road towards the massive concrete wall that encased the city. She then jumped up onto the top, stepping on it easily as she stared out at the massive empty field, at the other side a forest.

She waited as the heroes met up at the drop off, and the Executive gave the order to go in.

"Here they come," Junki mumbled to herself.

They came flooding out of the woods. A sea of heroes were racing towards the wall across the open plains. Junki watched from the top of said wall calmly, squinting her eyes to try and identify each one. Her knowledge of heroes was vast; she could nearly recite each hero by name and rank knowing their specialty, although she quickly realized she hadn't logged into the Heroes Association website in a while.

As the lot of them closed in, she turned more serious, "eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen..." She was surprised, "Nearly twenty-or-so heroes?" She then smirked, "So, they're taking me seriously this time around, are they?"

Her phone went off. Keeping her brown eyes on the hoard, she answered the bland tone. "Yo."

Her boss responded, and he was panicked. "Catwoman, did you take care of the heroes or not yet!? Isami says they're at our front door!"

Wow, he still used her old starter name, and after she got a super cool new one. "Yeah, yeah, gimmie a second, would ya?" Her boss continued to shout frantically over the phone and she held it away to avoid the spit that flew through the speaker. "Stinger, Smiling Man and his two brothers Crying Man and," she rolled her eyes- the C-ranked hero, "Angry Man. Umm," she narrowed her eyes at the fit, muscular woman out-running all the men, "Is that Captain Mizuki...? Mountain Ape, ugh," she rolled her eyes even harder. "Biting Snake Fist Sneck is here? God- Spring Mustchio, Golden Ball, fucking Jumping Handsome Jack I'll make sure to kill that one- Shooter, Gasmask Cowboy- Jesus!" She exclaimed out of frustration. "Not one damn S-Class hero showed up after all! Those lousy- wait a minute-" she narrowed her eyes at the back of the hoard.

Two lone men were standing, not even running with the rest of the pack. She frowned to herself- did they know about the monster ambush behind her? One of them seemed important with his cool blond hair and cyborg body, however the other... Junki stared flatly at the egg-head in a yellow suit and white cape. What a loser- he must be on Angry Man's ranking.

"CATWOMAN!" Kaito screamed over the phone.

"Yeah, yeah, on it." After flippantly replying she hung up and pocketed the phone. Looking over her shoulder down below, the spliced Frankenstein's Monster -looking creatures Isami created in the name of Dr. Genus all stupidly stared at the wall. "All right, people, look alive!" She shouted down at them and all forty-or-so of them lifted their heads. "On my mark like we rehearsed, alright? We wanna make this look cool. Ready!"

Junki looked back over to the army of heroes and smirked, raising her hand. Ready and... Once she deemed them close enough she snapped her fingers. The wall beneath her exploded as the monsters of Isami's creation blasted their way through. Like a mass of insects they stampeded over one another to get at the heroes.

"Whoa- shit." She quickly hopped the falling pieces of rubble to stand on a sturdy foundation.

Genos gaped at the mass of horrifying mutilated monsters rushing out of the city. "Dr. Uyemura created this many?" He questioned aloud. "In such a short amount of time?"

Some heroes came sliding to a halt to ready their weapons. Others such as Captain Mizuki and Jumping Handsome Jack faced the monsters head on and leapt into the fray of battle.

Saitama blinked at he watched it all unfold. "Guess I'll go."

"Wait!" Genos shot his arm out, preventing his Sensei from advancing. Saitama looked to him confused and he kept on eye on Junki as he explained, "Look at the One Kick Woman."

"Eh?" He looked up and saw she wasn't leaving the wall. He hummed, "She must be waiting to pick off anyone that's left."

"I agree, but also," lowering his arm Genos turned to him, "I received a phone call before we left. Apparently there's a massive creature Dr. Uyemura is keeping as her trump, and I don't believe it's shown itself yet. Sensei, I believe your powers are most needed for that creature, and even the One Kick Woman if she gets involved."

"Eh? Really?" He looked at the woman. From the distance he could make out she had the same indifferent air as he did. She even pulled out her phone to text during the intense fight in front of her.

"I know, it's hard to believe," Genos said, watching her as well. "Compared to you she doesn't look like much, however the Association insisted that she was an S-Class Hero opponent. They even said I might have trouble with her."

"Huh," Saitama watched the One Kick Woman for a moment- who was only focused on her phone, and then looked to the battle. It was hard fought, explosions and blood flying as monsters were literally ripped to pieces, the only real weak spots the stitching on the bodies. With a sigh he said, "Guess I'll wait."

On top of the wall, Junki frowned at her phone. "Caped Baldy?" The egg-head down below was nothing more than a C-Class hero. She huffed, "Whatever, and the cyborg?" She continued to search on the website as the amazingly intense battle unfolded beneath her, but she didn't pay any mind. She hummed a song to herself as she searched, "I know what I have to do now... It's my life, one and- holy shit!" Her hat popped off as she looked over Genos' profile. "The Demon Cyborg!?"

S-Class Hero Demon Cyborg, his biggest accomplishment single handedly taking down the House of Evolution created by- "Dr. Genus..." A bead of sweat rolled down her cheek as she slowly looked up. Staring over at the cyborg boy, oddly enough from that distance he seemed to be staring back at her. He defeated Isami's number one idol? "The fuck," she muttered to herself- she hadn't been keeping up on her heroes. "Way to fucking send them heroes, Stubbles." Was he way in the back because he knew he could defeat Isami's trump!? She glanced at the egg-head beside him. "That his fucking sidekick or something?"

After a particular explosion, Junki focused on the battle below. Heroes were struggling, however the monsters were worse off. Hearing coppers in the distance- Junki quickly looked up, worried now as she spotted Hero Association insignia helicopters incoming. Her pupils shrunk- shit, was she too lax about this? She could get out of this just fine, but this whole operation she build up with Kaito and Isami was turning to shit!

"Shit," holding her cap down against her head, she leapt into the air. Phone clutched in hand- while the heroes were relieved to have an evacuation team, they watched in horror as Junki flew at one of the helicopters twisting and turning in the air. She swung her leg out- in the next instant the aircraft exploded and the pieces rained down on them.

Junki kicked off the rubble and soared back down to the wall as Genos and Saitama were surprised, witnessing her powers first hand. Landing on the wall, Junki made a call and it picked up. "Isami, now!"

Within her lab, Isami's glasses reflected the monitors in front of her. Her glossy lips smiled as she pressed a single button on her keyboard, and the facility switched to red emergency lighting as the alarms went off.

The ground around the city rumbled. Junki breathed in relief as she pocked her phone again, watching as the heroes scrambled into their evacuation aircrafts. Isami's greatest creation was coming- it was sure to take care of the weaker ones. That's when she locked her eyes onto Genos. Being serious for once, she decided she wasn't going to let that one get in the way of her building her villainous reputation.

Junki braced herself as the ten-story-tall makeshift monster with a barracuda head blasted through the wall, horrifying the heroes as the helicopters lifted up and away.

Genos and Saitama moved, and Junki went to meet them.

She flew from the wall down towards Genos, flying past the monster that had just barely broken through the wall, soaring over the heroes that were paralyzed with fear and the helicopters moving in slow motion. She could tell that not even Genos registered her movements as he slowly raced forward, just as slow as everyone else.

Except for one other person.

As Junki swung put her leg to blast off Genos' head, a hand suddenly grabbed her foot. "Eh?" She blinked, staring at the red-gloved hand that had a firm grip on her booted-foot. There was solid impact, and she hung in the air as Saitama stood in front of Genos whom was blasted back from the force between them. Saitama blinked back at her, both of them sharing the same mildly surprised expression. "Umm..." She didn't know what to say.

Neither did he, and as he stared at her familiar face he could only register in his brain that he had felt her kick. His arm was trembling from absorbing her impact.

"S-Sensei!" Genos exclaimed in shock.

"Eh?" Junki glanced between the two of them. Did he just call this guy his master? "Seme?"

Immediately Saitama ticked, his beady eyes glaring at her as his grip tightened on her foot. "Not Seme!"

Genos gasped, "Sensei-" Isami's prized monster roared, vibrating everyone's bones. Saitama and Junki dislodged and she stumbled on her feet, the ground shaking like an earthquake. Before he could finish his sentence they all looked back, witnessing the helicopters attempting to fly. Others came in and open fired on the beast with their machine guns, but it was impenetrable, and it swung it's beastly arm and swatted two of them out of the sky like flies.

Saitama went wide eyed, "Genos!"

"Yes, Sensei!" On his master's unspoken command, Genos raced passed them to handle the monster on his own in an attempt to save the other heroes.

"Oh goddammit-" Junki disappeared after him, and Saitama vanished after her.

Junki grit her teeth and flew up behind him, aiming to kick the back of his head again. Genos brought his arms together to power his ultimate attack, oblivious to her presence. Saitama came up behind her not even a heartbeat later and grabbed her ankle. She went wide eyed, "What the-" he flipper her over and threw her over Genos, sending her crashing and ripping through the earth back towards the wall.

A breeze passed by Genos' head and he went wide eyed, realizing a few seconds later what had happened. "Sensei, I will handle the monster! Focus on the villain!"

"Right," after his curt reply he vanished before Genos' eyes, and his targeting system focused on the monster instead.

On queue the monster turned to him and roared, its voice alone adding so much pressure his feet broke into the ground. At the very least he needed to buy enough time to allow the heroes as the Association employees to escape. "Machine Gun Blow!" His transformed armed opened fired on the demon, proving a challenge as it was unable to advance, but in fact stumbled back.

Junki popped up from the ground, spitting out some dirt. "What the shit!" She was frustrated, for a couple of reasons. One- that asshole, who was pushing back Isami's monster with his arm guns. Two- she glared up at the egg-head in a stupid jumpsuit as he stood over her, staring down at her with a stupid egg-face.

Something flashed in the corner of their eyes. They glanced over and Junki quickly ducked, dodging a kunai. "And then there's this pervert!" She screamed, past her point of reasoning as Speed-o-Sound Sonic appeared on the scene.

Immediately he ticked, "I'm not a pervert," he growled out.

"Eh?" Saitama pointed at him, "You're..."

"Speed-o-Sound-"

"Pervert."

"Shut it!" He snapped at her. While Genos was busy with an intense, explosive battle beside them, Sonic pointed at Saitama and said, "Saitama, I shall deal with you another time. I'm here for a job." He then drew his katana and pointed the gleaming blade at Junki, who was getting up from her hole in the ground. "I'm here to kill this one."

Saitama looked to Junki and questioned, "You two know each other?"

She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Hardly." The monster roared and Genos unleashed another explosion. "This pervert is just here to see my winking cat." Saitama was taken aback, Sonic was murderous, and Junki held her hands out with a sigh. "It can't be helped, have a taste and you're hooked."

Saitama began to sweat, "W-what's a winking cat?"

Putting her hands on her hips, she stared at him deadass. "Well if you really wanna know." He sweat more.

"Enough!" Sonic threw more kunai and Junki hopped away, dodging his attacks as he flew over the ground at her.

"Sonic you pervert!" Those were the words he heard from her as she vanished, and in the next instant his sword once again shattered into pieces.

Deciding to pass on dealing with him, she focused back on Genos- who had made some impressive progress on the monster. She blinked in surprise as the monster's arm was completely blasted off and bleeding out. Not bad. Still, she kicked off the ground and flew at him. Isami's monster could not be defeated.

"Demon Cy-" her voice caught and Genos glanced over, but saw nothing. Instead he focused on the battle once again and fired his guns.

Saitama had easily intercepted her and wrapped his arms around her, keeping hers pinned at her sides. He had launched them into the air- her hat was long gone by now. Junki shrunk back as she sweat from nervousness. This strange bald man was basically hugging her intensely as they flew into the stratosphere. Welp... she wasn't anticipating this.

He was unperturbed however as he stared at her. "I recognize you."

"Hm? Huh?" She blinked her big brown eyes at him. Staring back at him, his face didn't ring a single bell. "Umm..." It was getting difficult to breathe.

Seeing her big brown eyes, the memory was sparking in his brain. He gasped, "Lunch girl!"

"... Eh?" She was helpless. "I-I don't..."

"I'm certain," he suddenly turned serious. "You're that girl I saw all the time. The one that brought me bento boxes."

They were falling back down. As her short hair thrashed around, she stared at his face that had suddenly sharpened. His brown eyes, that facial structure- bento boxes!? If he wasn't bald... She gasped, "Track suit guy!?"

They landed back down between Genos and the monster, their impact blasting them both away. Saitama released her and she jumped back in a panic, waving her finger around at him. "Y-Y-you're HIM!? You're the track suit guy!?"

"Yeah!" His egg-head self was smiling at her and she felt dizzy. "I'm the track suit guy!"

"Y-you're a hero!?"

"Yeah! I'm a hero!"

"Y-You're bald!"

"Yeah! I-" his face fell, the aura dark and heavy around him.

"Sensei!" Genos came running up beside him, frantic, exhausted, and focused on the monster that was picking itself up off the ground. "Sensei, I'm almost out of firing power."

"Oh," he glanced at him, "All right, I'll help."

Junki stared at them in a daze. Sonic rushed at her at the speed of sound, but she merely stepped back and stuck her foot out to trip him, letting him eat dirt for a mile as she stared steadfast at Saitama. The blue jogging suit guy... What happened?

Junki could only stare and watch as the Caped Baldy walked off towards the enraged monster. As it got up, it roared at him out of pain and anger. The blast of air from its voice conveniently had her greed cap slap her in the face. Snagging it off she was snapped back to reality, and in a panic she screamed, "Wait! You can't fight that thing!" Genos looked at her in shock, trying to understand why the villain showed such sheer fear in her eyes. Did she know Sensei? "Track suit guy!" She screamed, "you'll die! You can't die now, or all of this will be pointless!"

"Pointless?" He echoed.

Saitama paid no heed however as he stepped up to the monster calmly. Junki rooted in place, Genos focused on his master calmly as the monster dove for him. One swift punch, and it exploded. Blood, guts, the works everywhere. 20-story-tall monster obliterated into oblivion.

Junki stared slack-jawed. Genos smiled, "Good job, Sensei!"

Slowly did she look over at Genos. The Demon Cyborg, the S-Class hero couldn't defeat that monster. She slowly looked back over at Saitama, seeing him walking back and covering his bald head from the rain of blood. C-Class Caped Baldy... Jogging suit guy. Killed it in one punch.

Her phone went off. As Saitama neared, he and Genos looked over at her as she answered it. "Uh..." She fixed her gaze on the ground. "Yo..."

"Catwoman, what's going on out there!?"

"Uh..." She nervously fitted her hat back on. "So..."

"Isami's stopped talking to me, she's- I don't know what she's doing, but I have no idea what's going on out there! Are the heroes dead!?"

"N-Not exactly... So..." She dragged her hat down. "Isami's... probably having a mental break... um... her monster's... dead."

"... Wait- dead? Her monster is dead?"

"Yeah..."

"Well which one!?"

"Uh... " She broke into an all-body sweat. "W-well..."

She turned away from the heroes as she broke the news to her boss. Genos frowned at his master and asked, "Sensei, do you know this woman?"

"Oh, yeah!" He smiled at him as he pointed at her. "Years ago when I was training to be a hero, she was the girl I mentioned that brought me lunch all the time."

"Seriously?" High browed he looked at Junki again. "But she's... I thought she was a normal girl?"

"Well, she was," dropping his arm Saitama looked at her as well- she was holding her phone away, chewing on her hat out of nerves as her bosses voice was heard screaming, spit flying from the speaker. "From what I remember she couldn't even keep up with my 10 kilometer runs."

"But her strength is on par with yours, Sensei." Now an aura of depression around her, she finally hung up the phone. "I don't know what your secret is, but she would have to do the same thing. There's no other explanation."

Blinking at Genos, he thought over his words as he looked back to Junki, who was dragging her feet back over to them. No other explanation... Looking her over- her legs were muscular for sure, calves tone and thighs thick (which piqued his interest), and then he looked up to her face. She looked the exact same as he remembered her years ago. He couldn't deny her strength, he felt her kick as it shook the bones in his arm.

If she did the same thing he did...

When Junki made it to them, she sighed heavily. "I'm probably going to be fired for this..." The air was thick with tension. She sensed the sudden shift in aura and she lifted her head. She tensed, wide eyed at the dark and hostile aura around Saitama. "O-oi... you... you okay...?"

"I'm bald."

"Eh?" His speaking made her jump slightly, and Genos looked over at him.

"Tell me. How did you get so strong."

"U-uhm, well," again she was sweating- she'd need a bath later. Feeling like he would murder her for the wrong answer, she could only speak honestly, "I-I just did what you did- kinda... I mean, you had that training regimen every day, so I copied that but changed a couple things. Like instead of push-ups I did lunges and swapped out sit-ups for a wall-sit. I only did it for a couple years though- oh, and I used AC and stuff cause I mean, summer was hot. And I didn't really fix my eating habits at all. So..." She finished lamely, "Yeah."

Ganos frowned at her confused, "That's all you did? And you gained that immense strength?"

"Yeh," she shrugged.

Finally Saitama let loose his frustration and shouted, "WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU BALD!?"

She squealed, jumping slightly from his outburst. Losing her footing she fell back on her butt and he glared down at her with a flat look of annoyance. "I think I know, Sensei." They both turned to Genos. She blinked at him innocently as he looked her over, doing an analysis of her with his robotic eyes. "While she has not lost her hair like you have, as a female she shows significant loss in other aspects of her... anatomy."

She glared flatly, ticking on the emphasis. "Huh?" Dumbly Saitama stared down at her. "What do you mean?"

"I mean during her own training, instead of losing her head hair her breasts shrank." There was a faint snapping sound, and Junki . exe stopped functioning. He said it so candidly. "She has a flat chest," he reiterated. Saitama made a small oh sound of understanding as Genos continued to explain unnecessarily, "Women's chests typically have higher fat deposits than men's to protect their accessory sex glands, or breasts. The fat deposits help protect a woman's milk-producing glands and ducts." Her neck clicked terribly as her head cranked stiffly to stare at him. "Breast fat doesn't seem to tell much about a woman's metabolic risk profile. However it seems that for a given body size, women with larger breasts-"

"Oi... Brainiac..." Genos stopped his prattling and noticed the hostile aura flaring around her darkly. While her hair casted a shadow over her face, her eyes lit up like evil headlights. In a dangerous voice she said, "I've always been flat."

There was a silence in the air and Saitama looked to Genos in a silent panic. Genos then brought a hand to his chin and hummed, his eyes analyzing her again.

It all happened in an instant. Air blasted his face and Genos stumbled back. After a blink he realized Saitama was in front of him, red-gloved hand grabbing Junki's raised foot- a position that he realized was made to kick him in the face. Ignoring her attempt to murder Genos, Saitama asked frankly, "How did you not lose hair."

"Who said I didn't lose any hair!?" She snapped out her rage, and Saitama blinked, not understanding.

That's when Genos looked around the two and said, "I see Sonic is running toward us. Should I take care of him?"

"For the love of God!" After Saitama released her foot, she whirled around and screamed at Sonic, "You're SUCH a fucking STALKER!"

"Get the fuck OVER YOURSELF!" He screamed back as he flew at her with shurikin between each of his fingers. "I'm not a STALKER, you PHSYCHO PATH! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" On that note he threw the shurikin at her.

She disappeared and Genos and Saitama casually jumped back as they all exploded. "You're just a giant PERVERT!" Sonic's eyes widened as his scarf was tightened around his throat. Next thing he knew he was slammed into the ground and her voice was grating on his ears. "Fucking panty snatcher!"

Sonic coughed, the air knocked out of his lungs. Junki landed away from him and crossed her arms, waiting for his rebuttal. As he struggled back out of the ground, he managed to force out, "I figured... with your bizarre strength that-ngh," he stumbled slightly- possibly concussed. "That you were an acquaintance of Saitama. I see that I'm right, and now I know what I was up against." He pointed at Saitama and he perked up. "Saitama, I'm insulted that you would throw one of your hero-"

"Oi!"

"- lackeys to deal with me."

"Oi!"

"You are my rival-"

"OI!"

"WHAT," he turned to her and screamed, "YOU FUCKING INSANE WOMAN."

"First of all, I'm not a hero! I've tried to make that pretty damn clear!" She shouted back annoyed. "Second, the robot guy is his uke, not me!"

"No uke!" Saitama shouted at her.

Genos glared at her darkly, reflecting his master's annoyance. "Cyborg."

It seemed to go unheard as she continued, "Stalking is one thing, but harassing other people over your obsession of me is wrong! I might not be a good guy, but you're just plain creepy!"

Sonic struggled for a moment, his voice strangling to get out of his throat, and he shouted, "YOU ARE INSANE! I AM NOT OBSESSED WITH YOU!"

"THEN WHY ARE YOU STALKING ME!? PERVERT!"

"I'M NOT STALKING YOU!" His voice began to crack from his screaming.

She huffed and crossed her arms. "Please, Sonic, like your attacks; you are easy for me to read." Sonic froze at that, staring at her wide-eyed. That was a sore spot for him. Glaring him down she was overcome with a new seriousness. "It's no use hiding it. You're in love with me." Sonic stood in defeat, his eye twitching. He was beside himself. There was no arguing with this woman.

Instead he stared at her with a vacant expression. She stared back in annoyance. She really believes her own words, he realized with slight horror. Once it seemed like their bout was over, Saitama turned to her and asked, "So... the bald thing."

"If I may," Genos stepped forward and they all turned to him. "I'm more curious about your name. Not One Kick Woman, but your real name."

"Oh, it's Junki," she replied easily.

Sonic cut in with a monotone voice, "You have the body of a twelve-year-old boy and you have a man's name."

She glared back at him and shouted, "I have my FRIENDS call me JUN. SONIC."

"That doesn't make it better."

"JUN IS UNISEX."

If he couldn't hurt her with his weapons, "And Jun has a flat chest." then he would attack with his words.

It seemed to work since she went wild with rage. "And Sonic is a FUCKING DEAD PERVERT!" She slammed her foot into the ground and the earth exploded upward, racing towards Sonic. He went wide eyed and disappeared, dodging her attack. "GET BACK HERE, SHE-MALE!"

"Hey," Siatamna lifted his hand to get her attention, "Wait-!"

She bolted after Sonic and he watched helplessly as they raced back and forth around the plains. The earth would explode upwards in a giant pillar on occasion when Junki attempted to attack Sonic, but he sped-o'-sound away just in time to live. "Sensei," Saitama looked back at Genos as he said, "We can try and contact Junki later, but for now we need to head back and report what happened. The Association will need to figure out what to do with the doctor behind all of this."

"Yeah, but..." Looking back over at the two that were screaming profanities and insults at each other, he quickly figured it would be too much effort to try and talk to her seriously. With a sigh he relented, "I guess let's go."