[Name] groaned and slammed her head against the bus stop sign pole for the 57th time.
After she had eaten all her ice cream in a fit of depression, her mind still drove her in search of the delicious treat. She decided to make an ice cream run in the middle of the night to satisfy her cravings.
But, with great regret, she had failed to look at the forecasts and consider the fact most supermarkets were not open past midnight.
And so, here she was. Standing in the pouring rain next to the bus stop, soaked, and without ice cream.
[Name] rubbed her forehead remorsefully. She could already feel the goose bump forming. Hence another groan.
"It seems you are down."
A startled screech emitted from [Names] throat at the new voice. She jumped up in surprise, earning a painful bonk on the top her head from the bus stop sign.
Holding her head in pain, she turned towards the source of the voice and was met with an elderly man.
He paid no heed to her obvious pain (the jerk) and smiled at her.
"Why so sad young one?"
[Name] glanced around and peered around the back of the punched elder. He seemed patient enough, and she had no one else to talk to.
And so, poor [Name] who was drenched in rain, ice cream deprived, and who had a possible concussion, spilled all the weight on her shoulders to the kind grandpa.
After she had finished her rant, he nodded in understanding.
"I see, definitely a face planting worthy day."
[Name] eagerly nodded, he understood!
"Furthermore, if you want to become the cyborg's apprentice, why don't you prove yourself to him? Afteral-"
With a kiss on the elders cheek, [Name] was off running down the sidewalk in the rain before he finished his sentence.
The old man blushed, and held his cheek, laughing happily to himself.
"Thanks grandpa!" [Name] yelled over her shoulder.
She grinned excitedly and jumped into the air with a "Whoo!". The wise old man had spoken and given the answer to the root of all her problems. If she showed Genos how amazing and worthy she was, he would have to accept her apprenticeship.
But first, [Name] needed a plan, and a bigger gun,.
Attempt One
"Um."
Genos was extremely uncomfortable.
The police officer he had seen his Master with had invited him to a café for punch. He had accepted, if Master was acquainted with this woman, she had to be great.
But he was having second thoughts as he watched the (height) woman stuff her face with food.
He was further confused on why she had asked him to become her teacher. Wasn't it obvious Saitama was the true Master?
[Name] took a sip of her drink and slammed it down, opening her mouth to say something to the cyborg. A high pitched voice beat her to it. She and the rest of the cafe inhabitants turned their heads towards the speaker. Standing outside of the café and passionately shouting to the sky, was the shortest man [Name] had ever seen. The rest of the people also seemed to be dumbfounded, their mouths agape.
Genos faced her, his expression as unreadable as ever. "Do you know him?" She wrinkled her nose, and vigorously shook her head. The two heroes turned their attention back to the annoying man, who was still shouting unintelligibly. "I think he's shouting something about heroes", [Name] whispered. How annoying, [Name] thought, someone should go take care of him or something...
Wait! That's the reason she invited Genos to lunch!
[Name] stood up and puffed up her chest, proudly telling Genos, "I'll take care of this!", before prancing outside. Wow, he is even shorter up close! [Name] reluctantly tapped his shoulder, quickly extracting her hand as he faced down at her. "Would you mind toning down your voice a little. It's interrupting my lunch." And [Name] learned that day that strange short men did not like being told to tone it down. One moment, the man was cute and short, the other he was towering above her. With his foot in her face. And an angry high pitched "No!" to go along with the delightful event.
[Name] sat up from the rubble of the café, brushing herself off and taking her gun off the holster. Time to test this baby out! [Name] bent her back slightly and spread her legs out, her thumb brushed over a small red button on the black weapon and a small click was heard. Barrel after barrel detached itself from the guns inside, until a massive contraption of giant rocket launchers and an array of guns was pointing in the previously short mans direction. {Name] pulled the original weapons trigger, and in an instant the man was engulfed with fire and pelted with bullets and projectiles. However, one missile strayed and she heard a boom from behind her. A sinking feeling was felt in her stomach. She slowly turned her head behind her, and let her cocky grin fall at the sight of the rubble, and a unscathed Genos standing in the middle of it. "Oops..."
And so, [Name] spent the rest of the day cleaning up the rubble and emptying her wallet to the angry café owner who repeatedly slapped her with a roll of newspaper.