Hey guys, Story Nado here!

Here is the fourth chapter to Popuko v. Saitama. Enjoy!

"Have you guys by any chance seen a small 14-year old girl? She kinda looked like a chibi doll...",asked Saitama.

All of the cosplayers looked at one another with confusion.

What kind of 14-year old girl character was the Caped Baldy referring to? There were millions of them!

Unless...

The Krillin cosplayer spoke up,"You mean Popuko from Pop Team Epic?"

Saitama reacted with confusion,"Huh? What are you talking about?"

A cosplayer dressed as Kirishima from MHA immediately pulled out a large poster from his backpack.

The Caped Baldy gasped in shock. It was the short girl! Who was standing with her blue haired friend,

over the colorful title that read, Pop Team Epic.

Saitama scratched his bald head in confusion. "Apparently", thought Saitama, "this girl was an anime character this whole time?"

"Then again, people recognized me like I`m some sort of popular character. What kind of convention is this?!"

As Saitama stood there wondering about his new dilemma, the woman dressed as him said,

"Um, dude, the girl`s standing right behind you."

Saitama slowly turned around and saw Popuko standing right behind him, wielding a bag full of breadsticks.

Popuko said,"Found you!" Popuko then bashed the Caped Baldy using one of the massive breadsticks she kept.

He was sent back flying and destroyed a nearby wall, accidentally wrecking any kind of fan poster and merchandise in sight.

Saitama regained his balance and chuckled,"So, you really were an anime character this whole time."

Popuko asked,"Yeah, and?"

"These cosplayers here recognized me as an anime character too. So, what I want to know is what the heck is going on."

Saitama took a deep breath and yelled out,

"BECAUSE WHATEVER IT IS, IT`S FANTASTIC! PEOPLE ACTUALLY THINK I`M POPULAR!"

Popuko laughed triumphantly,"You`re outside the fourth wall, Saitama."

Saitama cocked his head to the right in confusion.

Popuko explained, "When our fists collided, we were each sent to different dimensions. I was sent to the dimension where those little French PTE shorts take place, while you were sent to a dimension outside the fourth wall, where we are both considered anime characters. The real world. Well, not the real-real world, since Hero Con doesn't actually exist, but-"

"I get it.", interrupted Saitama, who stared at the massive anime and comic book posters, then looked at the cosplayers again.

He knew that he and Popuko had to return to their universe, for as much as he enjoyed the idea of people recognizing him, this dimension clearly wasn't used to actual super-powered fights. He also really didn't want Popuko to steal people`s attention, and then immediately be forgotten again.

"Let`s continue our battle, but let`s do this back in our dimension.", said Saitama.

Popuko nodded in response and stretched her arms, then asked,

"Oh, but before we begin, can we do that fist collision thing that started this whole little trip?"

Saitama replied,"Uh, sure."

Both combatants got into battle stances, and both stared at one another intently, wondering who would strike first.

Popuko ran forward, as did Saitama, and both held each of their fists back for a punch. Their fists collided once more, and both disappeared in a flash, leaving the cosplayers scratching their heads in confusion.