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Part III: Final Punch
Faced with the second greatest crisis to strike their lives, Moka, Tsukune, and the rest of their group had been left to be gazing up at the terrifying figure of absolute destruction, their whole bodies overtaken by anxiety and worry about what was to follow. Moka was incapable of fighting, rendering Tsukune the sole being close to the ancient Shinso's level. But what could he do? Even together, they weren't enough to bring Alucard down, and right now Tsukune had to take care of that impossible task all by himself. He couldn't ask for help as everyone else —friends and classmates— were occupied with Kuyo's and Kiria's numerous soldiers. Normally, he wouldn't even dare to think of that, but with Moka injured, there was little he could alone. From what things looked like, they would require a miracle to escape that hopeless predicament.
''What is it, Tsukune? You have become awfully quiet compared to the last time we crossed paths,'' Kuyo said, staring at the insecurity plaguing Tsukune's face. He didn't actually seek a reply, just desired to experience and enjoy the extent of psychological torment taking place in his loathsome enemy's soul.
His fingers clenching into two tight fists, his tension hit its maximum and Tsukune responded, ''Why can't you leave it behind already, Kuyo…?! Why all this unnecessary brutality…?! WHY CAN'T YOU ACCEPT THIS PEACE?! IT'S FOR EVERYONE'S SAKE—''
''—Nonsense! This ridiculous belief of coexistence between youkai and those filthy humans is nothing more than the illogical whim of disgraceful fools! Our kind is superior and we should never lower ourselves to their level… ever!''
''Why?! We have so much to learn from each other. If humans and youkai put aside their differences, the world would become a better place for everyone. Why can't you see it, Kuyo?!''
His annoyance rising, the demon fox's expression was filled with scorn. ''Hmph! Despite the state you are all in, you are still persistent enough to be preaching the same vulgar and irritating ideals as in the past,'' he sneered, appearing a bitter scowl. ''For how long, I wonder…'' Impatient, he clicked a smaller black button on the controller, pulling the device close to his mouth. ''Eradicate the ones defending the building.''
On the command, Alucard let out a horrifying roar, one so powerful that shook even the atmosphere, and right afterwards his body began spouting out a series of tentacles with deformed monster heads. They swung around him for a moment and the next lashed out at the many students.
''NO!'' screamed Tsukune, and turned back to the others. ''EVERYONE, RUN!'' He knew more than well Alucard's tremendous power, and that was undoubtedly nothing average youkai could handle. To his dismay, his warning was proven futile.
The tentacles were faster than what he remembered, managing to reach the teams of students in matter of seconds. From there on, what followed was a scene out of nightmares. The poor young youkai gave it their all to counter and evade the assaults of the oversized extensions of terror; nevertheless, their every attempt fell to ruins. Through ferocious strikes, the tentacles crashed onto them, inflicting on them severe internal or external injuries, or simply devouring them whole in one fell swoop.
''This… is… horrible…'' Yukari trailed off with a trembling voice, drown in utter horror.
''My goodness…'' Ruby said, similarly disturbed.
''Is this the end…?'' questioned Fong Fong, gaping at the dreadful massacre.
''You've got to be kidding…'' was Mizore's own distressful comment, having paralyzed before what she was witnessing.
Compared to them, Kurumu, still battling Kiria, responded mostly with anger rather than fright. ''You sick crooks!'' she growled at her opponent, who was looking completely cool with the situation.
''No reason to direct your fury at me, Kurumu-chan. This whole plan was Kuyo's idea.'' An amusing grin formed on the chimera's face. ''Though, I found it pretty intriguing when I heard the details!''
''Lunatic!'' Performing a swift loop in mid-air, Kurumu launched herself at Kiria, ready to unleash onto him her most painful attacks. He and Kuyo had blackened too much her beloved one's life and that had to stop.
As for the person-in-question, he was desperately trying to repel and destroy as many tentacles as he could, to protect the school and its innocent students. He used whatever techniques Touhou Fuhai had taught him, plus anything he had learnt about his abilities as a Shinso, and yet his success rate was too low. Beside himself, there were very few he could cover for against the storm of continuous assaults.
''WAH!'' a student yelped as he lost an arm to the jaws of a tentacle.
''GUOH!'' gasped another, his body being roughly smashed on the ground.
Were they to keep up at the same pace, the casualties would be countless.
''This is it, Tsukune! Struggle! Struggle and utilize every bit of your abilities until you realize the one and only truth: You are powerless!'' Kuyo exclaimed, his every cell shivering in thrill. His time of revenge had come and he planned to relish it to the last nanosecond.
Kicking one of the tentacles away from a student lying on the ground, Tsukune turned up to the overjoyed demon fox. At that point, he hadn't been left with many choices of action. Kuyo was too obsessed with his grudge to consider the vainness in his wrongdoings. Naturally, the kind fighter couldn't allow that madness to continue. Taking advantage of the brief time before the next attack of the tentacles, he faced Kuyo with a look full of determination.
''I see that you still maintain your persistence high. Maybe you need a stronger push…'' In pursue of bestowing the ultimate breakdown, Kuyo once again brought the controller close to his mouth. He wouldn't—no, couldn't stop until he had completely crushed Tsukune's spirit. ''Demolish the buil—'' In the process of his command though, he was interrupted by a surprising sight. His resolve unwavering, Tsukune knelt down, his head touching the ground in plead. ''Hm?!''
''Please… no more, Kuyo! The one you want is me! You don't have to hurt the others because of our personal dispute! I beg of you, don't let this needless massacre keep on… I will do anything, just don't cause more suffering!'' begged the bowed Shinso, utilizing his most sincere voice. Fighting would bear no desired results, pointing as the sole solution a regretful surrender.
As he heard that defeated pleading, Kuyo's satisfaction rose to extreme heights. How long – for how long had he waited to re-experience the pitiful cries of Tsukune for his mercy? There weren't proper words to describe his excitement during that moment.
''Halt your attacks,'' he commanded on his gadget, prompting Alucard's tentacles to freeze in their tracks and retreat around the gigantic monster's body, flailing in the air like restless snakes. Next, he repeated the order to his troops, them obeying on the spot, and focused his attention on Tsukune. ''Is that enough?'' he asked, his tone brimming with a mix of evilness and fulfillment.
''Yes…'' replied Tsukune remorsefully. All those efforts they had put in the past to liberate the world from that evilness, and they were all gone down the drain in a matter of a few minutes.
''Since you are willing to surrender yourself in exchange for your friends and allies' lives, I will take you up on your offer... Now stand and come closer.''
''Okay.'' Regaining his upright stance, Tsukune strolled below Kuyo and his flying subordinate.
On the sight, Kurumu flinched. ''NO! DON'T DO IT, TSUKUNE!'' she shouted in much distress.
''GGH…KURUMU IS RIGHT…! YOU KNOW WHAT HE'S AFTER…!'' followed Moka with a forcefully drawn out scream.
Nothing good would come from submitting to the will of a corrupted criminal like Kuyo, and it didn't need much thought to realize that. Tsukune was deliberately walking to his own demise.
''Here I am, Kuyo,'' he said as he arrived directly beneath the ruthless mastermind and his buzzing mount.
As a response, Kuyo muttered something to the hornet-man, with the latter quickly lowering their altitude down to the earth. When finally on solid footing, Kuyo hopped down on the ground and the hornet-man stood upright on his two feet.
''Kuyo approached Tsukune, locking his sinister golden eyes with the Shinso's crimson ones. ''After so long, there we are, Tsukune, staring at each other like the first time we met… I'm positive you remember that.''
Delaying his reply, Tsukune averted his gaze diagonally downwards. ''Let's get over with this, Kuyo. I don't care what you do to me, only promise that you will leave the rest out of our fight.''
''It is a quite disadvantageous deal, but your reasoning is correct. You have my word that I won't lay a finger on your puny group.''
''Thank you.'' Tsukune earnestly couldn't sound most devastated by the tide that battle had shifted to. Inside him he beat himself for complying with Kuyo's demands, yet his logic was there to remind him that there were more important things he had to protect than his pride.
''Very well. Now, kneel again!'' Kuyo ordered as he narrowed his eyes, inside them reflecting coldness and the extensive urge to humiliate further the one in front of him. ''I want to hear from your own mouth an apology for infecting our noble world with your sickening presence and beliefs.''
In a small nod of agreement, Tsukune acted accordingly and reverted back to his previous position, on his knees and with his forehead touching the ground. To top that, Kuyo made sure to stomp his foot on it, pushing the Shinso's face right into the dirt.
''YOU SCUMBAG!'' Kurumu barked, enraged beyond every boundary, and attempted to intervene.
The rest of their group mimicked her briefly after. That kind of treatment toward Tsukune; they could never let it go in silence. To their great annoyance, Kiria and the monster soldiers were there to block her path as another impeccable wall.
''MOVE ASIDE, KIRIA!'' shouted again Kurumu, her extended nails glowing with a vibrant purple color.
Kiria smirked, completely unaffected by her raging intimidation. ''That won't do, Kurumu-chan. Haven't anyone taught you that you shouldn't get in the way of a face-off between men?''
Going through that tough line of defense shielding the two individuals seemed almost impossible for Tsukune's allies. It was a given that they had no intentions of giving up, but even they were well aware that it could be too hard of a task.
''I'm waiting!'' Kuyo exclaimed, leering down at Tsukune.
Forced to obey, the latter brushed his lips on the dirty soil they had been buried into and responded in a low tone. ''I'm sorry... I'm sorry for coming to this world. I'm sorry—''
''—Louder!''
''I'M SORRY FOR ATTENDING YOUKAI ACADEMY DESPITE BEING A HUMAN! I'M SORRY FOR MAKING EVERYONE THINK THAT IT WOULD BE GOOD FOR YOUKAI AND HUMANS TO COEXIST! I'M SORRY FOR SULLYING YOUR LAWS WITH MY BELIEFS—''
''Your foolish beliefs!''
''MY FOOLISH BELIEFS!''
''Apologize for being born a pathetic human!''
''I'M SORRY FOR BEING BORN A PATHETIC HUMAN!''
''Say it like you believe it!''
''I'M SORRY FOR BEING BORN A PATHETIC HUMAN!''
Witnessing that cruel type of abuse, the girls succumbed to their sorrow and burst into tears. All that wasn't actually necessary, of course, as it was painfully obvious that Tsukune had given up since the instant he first bowed his head to his most hateful enemy. Who could say Kuyo to settle only with that, though? He had spent plenty of days and nights dreaming about that moment. In all honesty, there were no brakes to cut off his vengeful course.
''Perfect… That's perfect, Tsukune!'' hummed the merciless demon fox, his look lit with a shine of absolute pleasure. Turning momentarily to his side, he gave a quick eye signal to the ones holding the hoses.
Understanding full well its meaning, they moved closer and lined up almost a meter behind him. They turned on the violently rushing holy water, and not a minute later the area was filled with Tsukune's cries of extreme anguish.
''YAAHHH!''
''You were always saying that you were willing to take your friends' pain, so it wouldn't feel right to spare you of the pain Akashiya was submitted to, would it?'' Kuyo snickered. ''You don't have any objection, I presume.''
''NNKH…! No… Gk… It's fine…'' groaned Tsukune between suffering gasps. His whole body burnt like hell; his skin felt like it would slip off his flesh any moment; and he could tell pretty accurately that his power was vanishing with each passing second.
''Wonder would that traitor, Mikogami, would say should he have witnessed you in this miserable state… Either way, having your beloved ones watching you grovel like a worm offers as good amount of amusement.'' A sinister grin formed on the demon fox's face. ''Your sight is fulfilling enough, so maybe I should spare them of that mental torture.''
On the sound of that statement, Tsukune's eyes jolted in immense shock. What did he just hear Kuyo saying? ''WAIT! KUYO! YOU PROMISED TO NOT HURT THEM!''
''Indeed, and I don't intend to break my word.'' Sinister grin widened. ''But I never mentioned anything about them meeting their end by Alucard's hands!''
Anyone else would deem it as pure insanity, but for Kuyo, that particular feeling overwhelming his body as he blatantly announced the execution of the Newspaper Club, especially after deceiving Tsukune so shamelessly, was the best thing he had come to experience in his entire life.
Casual, he approached the controller to his mouth, and blissfully ordered, ''Resume your attacks!''
On the note, Alucard began to once again move. His job was clear, and he was certain to execute it like a well-tuned killing machine. His tentacles released a series of ferocious roars and immediately launched themselves at their targets, scheduled to massacre each and every one of them like livestock. What followed was the most incomprehensible sight ever.
When no one would ever expect or even consider it, a shadow bolted at a remarkably fast speed at Alucard, hitting him and bursting his upper half to masses of deformed flesh and gallons of flying blood. Everything descended on the ground and in just an instant painted whatever was within the perimeter in the colors of crimson death. Both sides, attackers and defenders, truly couldn't be more lost with that absurd turn of events.
''Im…IMPOSSIBLE!'' Kuyo hollowed in severe disturbance. Something other than Shinso crushed Alucard's body as though it was plain nothing—how many were the odds it seriously existed? As blazing fury rose from the depths of his soul, he turned to the humongous, smashed corpse. ''WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! WHO IS OVER THERE?!''
Replying to Kuyo's call was a laidback voice, perfectly unfit to the grave situation at hand. ''Geez! Why are you villains so obsessed with yelling and messing around, just to satisfy your superiority complex?'' A large piece of flesh ripping in two, Saitama walked in between as casually as taking a stroll at the park. ''Haven't anyone of you ever considered to find a new hobby?''
''Sai…tama…-san…?'' Tsukune wheezed with a forced gasp.
''That man…?'' questioned Kurumu, dumbfounded, putting her assaults on hold for a moment.
''Did he just…'' Fong Fong started.
''…Beat Alucard?!'' completed Yukari.
Both young teens were so shocked that their bodies shivered all over. It wasn't because of their tensed state or as an aftereffect of piled up stress through the fiery battle; it was from pure and absolute ecstasy. Besides Tsukune and Moka, they had never seen anyone accomplishing such a grand feat, even more so while acting as though it wasn't anything worth attention.
''GRR! WHO ARE YOU?!'' Kuyo asked with a similar howl.
''Someone who's very pissed off for having his private time disrupted because of your stupid pranks!''
''HUH?!''
''What? Haven't you felt the same when someone suddenly barged into the toilet and—'' bland eyes narrowed awkwardly, ''Nevermind…'' In a high leap forward, Saitama landed right in the middle of the enemy army's troops. ''You people have no manners and you certainly need a lesson on that.''
''Don't look down on us, vermin!'' Kuyo howled for a third time, his rage out of control at this point. ''KILL HIM!'' he commanded his men. He was so close at materializing his dream, and without a warning that bald man wearing funny clothes appeared out of the blue and led everything to ruins. Kuyo had no clues about who he was, and in all honesty he didn't care about that; his only wish at the moment was to observe that nuisance in yellow being torn apart. Clearly, his reasoning had been clouded by his frustration, not allowing him to think about the easy death of his mightiest pawn.
For their part, the monsters released a wild war cry and switched their assaults to Saitama. Some charged at him with their sharp claws and deadly jaws, while others referred to their weapons, preparing to slash him with their blades and axes or fill him holes with their variety of guns.
Before all that, Saitama reacted as usual: not budging an eyebrow and nonchalantly drawing his fists backwards. ''Consecutive… Normal Puches!'' In a split second, his strikes rained down on all of the incoming monsters, blowing each one of them to bloody bits like popping up red bubbles. Their numbers started off as too many for an average count, yet in the blink of an eye, someone could leisurely sum them altogether using merely the fingers of their hands.
''Who is this man, alright?!'' one of the monsters cried in utter terror.
''He pulverized most of us in mere seconds…'' added another.
''I'm outta here!'' a third one exclaimed, and ran off toward a random direction. The rest of his, still intact, comrades deemed that as the wisest decision, hurrying off after him.
Before they go far, though, they became meal to a wave of fierce azure flames, having their bodies scorched them to ash. Admitting defeat and retreating wasn't an option for Kuyo.
''Pitiful cowards,'' he muttered with much scorn.
''So, what are we doing now, Kuyo?'' asked him Kiria, moving beside him. With everyone's attention stuck on Saitama, he found the chance to abandon his ride, critically injured by Kurumu's nails, and slip to his partner's side.
His composure unyielding to the latest development, the demon fox lifted the controller and positioned his thumb over another button, this time one of yellow color. ''A needless question… We will proceed as scheduled.'' Pushing it, he initiated a very worrisome —for the young fighters— phenomenon.
The immeasurable, scattered pieces of destroyed flesh of Alucard presented signs of motion, starting to gradually to assemble on his lower half. They collided with each other, and mingled together into a wide and vast pulp, which eventually was attached to the fallen waist and limbs. For the end, the pulp adopted solid form, restoring Alucard's body to its original state. Back in action, he once again stood, roaring with unexampled intensity. With a personal will or not, the memory of unbearable pain etched deep in his body's cells could never be erased – and Saitama's punch was something no miraculously surviving villain could ever forget, even if they tried.
''This fight is far from over!'' Kuyo stated, a dangerous and fixed scowl creasing over his eyes. No human, youkai, or whatever would rob him of his life goal.
On the other hand, some meters to his front Saitama didn't seem to share his passion. He gazed up at the monstrous colossus, wearing an absent expression. ''Oh! So, it can regenerate like Boros, huh?''
The Newspaper Club's member still able to move and fight rushed close to his place.
''SAITAMA-SAN!'' Mizore called out.
''IT'S RECKLESS TO CONFRONT HIM ALL BY YOURSELF!'' suggested Ruby.
''ALUCARD HAS THE ABILITY TO INSTANTLY HEAL HIMSELF-DESU!'' Yukari pointed out.
''WE MAY NOT BE OF MUCH HELP, BUT PLEASE LET US ASSIST YOU!'' Fong Fong proposed.
''THIS OUR BATTLE, ANYWAY!'' concluded Kurumu.
Ignoring their words, Saitama responded with a hand motion, for them to halt in their tracks. ''Stay away!''
''Eh?!'' questioned Mizore.
''What's the meaning of this?'' Kurumu grunted. They wanted to help him, what was his problem?
''That you should stay away. No one invited you.''
Her anger about him resurfacing, the succubus frowned in irritation. ''You can't be serious! Do you expect us to remain idle while you're teking him on alone?''
Blunt as ever, Saitama replied straightly, ''Yeah!''
''Who do you think you are to orde—'' losing her patience, Kurumu attempted to approach, but was cut off briefly after with Saitama stomping hard on the ground, creating a thin fissure to the company's place. ''Are you insane?!''
''When someone older says you've got to stay put, you ought to stay put.'' Turning around, the bald hero set his sights on Alucard. The beast had recovered the control over its body entirely and was ready to attack. ''Now we better get over with you…'' He drew his right foot backwards, widening the gaps between his legs. Simultaneously, he clenched his right fist hard enough to flex every muscle on his arm; he was finally serious.
Watching him, Kuyo snorted arrogantly, his certainty of his minion's strength unwavering. ''You conceited fool! You will regret interfering with our ambitions!'' The controller approaching his mouth, he yelled a rough command. ''USE IT! REMOVE HIM OF THE FACE OF EARTH!'' Automatically, Alucard lowered his large jaw, inside of it glimmering a bright, deep crimson light. ''We didn't only improve his natural attributes, but also added a small extra to make our quest for justice more comfortable… NOW BEGONE!'' The green light given, the ancient Shinso fired a dense and pulsing crimson beam, its target both the man in the yellow suit and everything standing behind him.
As the light shined upon him, a grave shadow clad Saitama's eyes. ''Killer Moves: Serious Series… Serious Punch!'' Forcefully launching his fist forward, he clashed it with Alucard's beam in a glorious burst of white light, heavy noise and dispersing energy.
The beam was instantly bisected, its two flowing halves rushing past the teens, their classmates and the school building altogether, toward unknown destinations. On the opposite side spread a wide and overly powerful —way more than anyone in that world could ever dream of— shockwave of epic proportions, sweeping everything on its path, be it flora, rocks, dirt, Alucard, his master or his master's accomplish. It reduced their molecules to the absolute nothing faster than the blink of an eye, extending for miles and miles away, all while continuing to annihilate every form of obstacles it was met with. It was a display of god-tier power, enough to leave whoever witnessed it slack-jawed in utter awe – yet with a significant flaw. Unstoppable as it was, it didn't erased only ground-oriented objects; it also managed to shatter the Great Barrier with the leisure of shattering thin glass.
''Ng… What the hell does he think he's doing, gosh? He torn down the entire barrier,'' Kurumu whined, hopping all over the place to dodge the falling magic shards. They weren't sharp, but the youki they contained was too much for a simple youkai's body to handle upon impact. ''He's gonna hear it for good when this turmoil settles down.
''I don't think that's possible,'' commented Mizore as she jumped near her, carrying a makeshift umbrella of thick ice. Stepping beside Kurumu, she let her take shelter similarly. ''He disappeared during that bright flash of light.''
''What?! You must be kidding me!''
''Nope! You can check yourself if you want to confirm it.''
Following Mizore's suggestion, Kurumu surveyed the area where Saitama was standing before, realizing that the bald man was indeed nowhere to be found. Did he leave right after he obliterated their enemies and anything around or behind them? Could it be that he was killed together with them, within that tremendous explosion? It was really difficult to say what happened to him after everything took place to fast. The only sure thing was he was a one of a kind fighter.
''Every… one…'' was heard Tsukune's voice that moment, drained and awfully weak.
Immediately, the five teens shifted their attention to their back, witnessing him pushing himself to crawl to their place, around him falling and breaking multiple shards of youki. His skin was full of terrible burns and blood drooled down his mouth. As it seemed, he had received a lot more damage than Moka, the quantity of holy water sprayed on him being almost double the amount. Kuyo might hate Moka for being one of his main opposers, but his vendetta with Tsukune went dimensions beyond that.
''Tsukune!'' Kurumu and Mizore exclaimed, hurrying to him.
''Tsukune-san!'' followed in their turn the two witches and Fong Fong, mimicking the action.
Arriving above him, Kurumu entangled her arms around his chest and helped him to stand. ''Don't be reckless, Tsukune! You're badly hurt! You shouldn't overexert yourself in this condition!'' she scolded.
''You've… been…through many trouble… again… because of… me…''
''What are you talking about?! You know that Kuyo never stopped hating us for siding with the humans. He would have attacked us even if you weren't here.''
''But… I am… And what drove Kuyo… to go… to such lengths… as to revive… Alucard… was mainly… to take revenge… on me… One way… or another… once again… it's my fault… you put yourselves… in danger…''
''It's pointless to be beating yourself, Tsukune,'' Mizore said, leaning close from his other side. ''We fought because we wanted to. You were always giving us courage when we needed it, so that's the least we can do for you.''
''That's right! We promised that we'll stand beside you for as long as it can go, and nothing in the whole world will make us break our word,'' proclaimed Kurumu. She and Mizore might have no chance of becoming Tsukune's actual lovers; nevertheless, their dedication to him was strong enough to remain unyielding even during the worst and more unfavorable circumstances.
Tsukune lowered his eyes, deep guilt filling his look. ''Still… this can't… go on… You have… your own future… to think about…'' Eyelids twitched regretfully. ''We… need to… talk…''
The love those two, as well as the rest of the girls had for him was more than a man could ever ask for, and it undoubtedly made him glad he was alive to be receiving it, yet he couldn't allow himself to get carried away. He cared about them, thus he had a responsibility to see to their happiness. It was time to act according to logic rather than comfort. Surprisingly, the words of that stranger with the bizarre suit and the dazzling as the sun bald head had taken a strong effect on him. Saitama might not be there anymore, but his guidance remained and foreshadowed drastic changes.
In conclusion, Mizore accompanied Kurumu in supporting him, and together Ruby and Yukari headed to Moka. They had to assemble all three vampires together, to cast on them a healing spell. The Shinso healing factor—of the two older ones—was of high caliber, yet it didn't hurt to speed up their recovery.
Walking behind them, having lost the opportunity to be useful to his life idol in a similar manner, Fong Fong seemed troubled about something. ''Hmm… Wonder what this smell is…?' The girls were too absorbed with Tsukune's state, to pay any attention to it, but his own nose notified him of a distinct essence. The case was that it was mixed up with a lot of other smells of blood and gunpowder, so he couldn't quite figure out what it was exactly.
In the meantime, inside the all familiar, colorful vortex Saitama was flowing somewhere else. He had no clue where, but in the very least he hoped they had some specific household goods. Should they do not exist in the new world he would be washed up in; the case would become too problematic. A strong desire residing within him, he crossed both hands' fingers, closed his eyes tightly and started praying. He had asked for power and gotten it, so it could work again – hopefully.
When he finally entered the other end of the vortex, he found himself being spit out right into a thick metallic wall. Saitama couldn't put his finger on it, but he could swear that he had seen that type of wall before and on top of that recently.
He stood up, dusted off his clothes, and proceeded to discover where he was; if luck was on his side, not another weird place like the previous one. Fortunately for him, he wouldn't require to make much of an effort.
''SENSEI!'' resounded a loud voice across a long and wide corridor of metallic walls. Shifting his stare to its source, Saitama witnessed his faithful disciple and roommate gaping at him, more restless than ever. ''SENSEI, WHERE WERE YOU ALL THIS TIME?!'' Genos exclaimed, dashing to his master's side. It had been almost half a day since Saitama's disappearance and it was a given that the cyborg's worry had skyrocketed.
Saitama didn't reply anything on that. He merely gave Genos a small, relieved smile and patted his back, the meaning of the gesture for them to take their leave. The bald hero was back home and his sole wish now was to return to his cozy apartment, filled with all kinds of essential merchandize. Naturally, that wasn't nearly enough for Genos, as he was bursting with multiple questions about where the unbeatable hero had gone to. Pressing his mentor to answer them wasn't something he could bring himself to do, though. If Saitama chose to remain silent, he must have his reasons, alas the robotic fighter's duty as his disciple was to respect them and wait until the aforementioned decided to talk on his own.
They turned toward one of the walls, and after a devastating punch of Saitama's into the metallic surface, they headed outside. It was then that he motioned to Genos to walk in front of him, his expression indicating that he wouldn't accept any objections. Puzzled, Genos nodded in agreement, and moved out first, pondering what had happened. Behind him, Saitama walked closely, simultaneously surveying his surroundings, all nervous. His mentality was strong enough to endure any shunning and mockery about his general appearance; regardless, he could never handle being ridiculed about the large brown stain on the bottom of his outfit: the main reason he had also prevented the young gang of youkai to approach him.
The accursed moment he had finally finished his 'job', after plenty of hard efforts, and was about to fetch some leaves to wipe himself, the ground began trembling due to Alucard's summoning, forcing him to fall right into what he had just released. Truthfully, one Serious Punch was far too little for the shame and much inconvenience those crooks bestowed upon him, but what more could he do? Blast the entire continent to smithereens? He was a hero, and decent heroes didn't abuse their power for personal reasons.
''Man~! This totally sucks! Haven't felt so embarrassed since my bed-peeing period... At least, there's no one around to see me. For once, I'm cool with the bad guys having wrecked everything.'' His mind flew back to the manner the girls treated Tsukune, and his eyes narrowed. ''Must be nice to have so many admirers fawning over you. You could ask them to bring you something to wipe with, and they would do it without digging too much into the subject.'' Exasperated, Saitama let out a bothered huff. ''Haa… Could it be that I need to get myself a girlfriend…?'' It was supposed to be another inner thought, succeeding his previous ones, yet accidentally he came to blurt it out in the open. ''Huh?!'' he jolted, dumbfounded.
Alerted, Genos pulled his cellphone out of his pants' pocket and switched to him. ''Sensei… I don't know what took place during your absence, but if you deem that your hormone levels have risen and you are in need to indulge into sexual intercourse, to release stress, I can call Doctor and request a fully functional sex-to—''
''—HELL NO!'' resounded an exasperated cry. Two types of deferent embarrassments in the same day would be too much, even for someone as easygoing as Saitama.
Several miles away, inside their group's headquarter Fubuki was persistently searching about something among its various halls.
Opening yet another door, she discovered her young subordinate, Lily, engrossed into reading a magazine, sat on a long couch before a wide TV. ''Hey, Lily!'' she called out.
''Yes, Miss Blizzard,'' replied the girl, putting down the magazine.
''Have you seen Mountain Ape and Eyelashes? We must deploy for our usual monster patrol.''
''They went out for a bit, to shop some ingredients for the kitchen. Our fridge is almost empty after the dinner yesterday night.''
''Geez, what are they thinking? If they were to go out, the very least they could do was to inform me!'' Fubuki wasn't particularly strict or harsh on her men, yet she demanded discipline. A large team as theirs wouldn't survive without it. ''I guess I will have to wait until they come back…'' Her mind momentarily averting from her initial goal, she peered down at the magazine that had entrapped Lily's full focus, only minutes ago. ''What is this that you're reading, Lily?'' The girl was a serious and diligent person, so the esper was curious to learn what was so intriguing as to make her immerse herself in it with such passion.
''This?'' asked Lily, lifting up the magazine. ''It's the newest volume of a women's magazine that's the latest trend among young teenagers. I've finished most of it, and I was currently reading the most recent predictions about my zodiac sign.''
Sighing on that reply, Fubuki responded, unmotivated, ''You can't be actually trusting these nonsense, Lily! The people behind these kinds of stuff write whatever they like, just to increase their sales.''
''Well, I can't say that I believe them completely, but it's fun to read and keeps you entertained,'' confessed Lily with a reserved smile. She could relate to the reasoning behind her mistress's words, yet she couldn't go against her personal preferences. ''Since you're here, would you like for me to read your own predictions, Miss Blizzard? You might find it enjoyable.''
Conflicted, Fubuki worked out the idea in her mind for a moment, and ultimately answered positively. What did she have to lose?
''All right, then...'' Lily once again approached the magazine into her line of sight. ''What's your zodiac sign, Miss Blizzard?''
''I'm a Leo.''
''Okay.'' Wandering her eyes across the lines, Lily halted her attention on a specific paragraph. ''Good news, Miss Blizzard!'' she exclaimed merrily. ''It says here that Leos' luck on love affairs is at its highest right now, and you're about to enter the most appropriate period as to seek your other half.''
''Heh! There are more crucial matters I have to pour my energy in than trivial romances… We have to raise our reputation to a point both heroes and regular civilians will recognize us as a mighty force.''
''You don't have to be taking it so badly, Miss Fubuki. It's just speculations, based on astrological studies.''
''Is there anything else or should I take my leave? I interrupted your break, and that wasn't so modest on my part.''
''Not much, only a brief mentioning on your lucky charm for this week…''
''Which is…?'' Fubuki asked with a raised eyebrow.
Lily hesitated to respond immediately, her face revealing awkwardness. What she read wasn't anything she would ever expect, and that made her perplexed. ''Err…''
''Is something wrong with my lucky charm?''
''Depends on one's personal perspective, Miss Blizzard.''
''What does that mean? What is it in the end?''
In a loud gulp, marking her uneasiness, Lily replied, ''Toilet paper!''
A/N:
That's all, fellas! Hope you enjoyed the story. I don't know if was able to grasp each casts' char to the fullest, but I did my best to write them as close to the original as I could.
Another thing: there's a small chance I write a sequel to this fic, this time focused solely on One Punch Man, to explain what happened afterwards between Saitama and Fubuki.
See ya!