12:32 PM

Saitama suddenly found himself looking at the light blue ceiling of the now empty dry cleaner's. He blinked twice, questioning what just happened. He looked at his hands to see a ripped piece of white printing paper. He bent an eyebrow.

(Awwwww man.)

The sound of footsteps and a cane approached him. He looked up and bared witness to the surprisingly powerful white haired, red eyed teenager walking through the gap in the wall, darkened by the sunlight from outside. His menacing grimace is barely visible.

"Don't worry," he bellowed with a murderous grin. "That wasn't enough to kill you but it's safe to say you probably won't be walking for a while. That is, assuming you can walk at all. But I don't need you to walk to do what I'm about to tell you to."

"Kid," Saitama said as he raised his head. "What's your damage?"

The red eyed, white haired monster stopped walking.

(What the hell? He sounds surprisingly calm for someone who just got launched across the street by a plastic spoon.)

Accelerator observed the bald man's blank expression.

(And come to think of it, his head should be a lot more damaged considering it made direct contact with the glass. But…)

Saitama's period size pupils looked coldly at Accelerator.

(...it's like nothing even happened.)

After pausing for a brief moment, Accelerator resumed walking albeit a little slower.

"My damage is with scum like you who act like they own the place. You think you can just waltz in here and fuck with Academy City's strongest unscathed? Are you mentally challenged?!"

"Huh?" Saitama said, raising an eyebrow.

Accelerator stopped in front of him and extended his left hand.

"Don't play dumb. Now fork it over and maybe I'll let you off with a broken leg or two. And that's if I'm feeling generous."

Saitama stared at the boy's hand.

"Dude, what are you talking about? I asked if you wanted some money but you didn't say anything. And then you hit me with a spoon. A pretty sturdy one at that."

Accelerator clicked his teeth. Then he kicked Saitama through a corner connecting the roof and a wall. His body twirled limply in the air.

(Whoaaaaaaaa.) he thought as he looked at the spinning scenery. He crashed into a stop sign, knocking it over while simultaneously creating a spine shaped curve a little under the sign part. A nearby woman who was walking her brown wiener dog screamed and yanked the collar back. The poor dog yelped as his tiny body flung two feet across. In spite of the passing cars, some stopped because of the image of a man soaring across the sky, Accelerator dashed towards Saitama. He grabbed him in midair by the neck and pinned him up against the wall of a nearby building.

"Okay pal. What's your esper ability?"

Saitama raised an eyebrow.

"My what?" he asked in a very confused manner. He may as well have asked him in Spanish while explaining the Theory of Relativity and the importance of putting soy sauce on your cucumbers before bedtime to fend off the evil spirits trying to take over your molecular structure.

'It didn't sound like it made much sense' would have been a simpler choice of words. But there's nothing simple about Accelerator's esper abilities. He can manipulate vectors, which means he can control the direction and velocity of objects using various calculations that would have your local physics teacher seppuku himself out of frustration. He could, for example, change the direction of your blood flow through an open wound to give you a stroke. Or he could make everyday objects such as a plastic spoon break the sound barrier with the flick of a wrist. This insanely powerful ability has branded him the title of Academy City's #1 ranked Level 5. The strongest in the city. Many in the past have tried to best him in combat before but all have failed.

That is, until that Level 0 showed up and decked him in the face but that's another story.

And for some odd reason, his ability didn't seem to have much of an effect on this stranger. Again. Accelerator reminded himself not to squeeze too hard on this stranger's neck so he didn't crush it.

He clearly didn't know who he was dealing with.

"Come on. Don't tell me you don't even know what your own ability is."

"Uh...I can punch things really hard."

Accelerator remained silent for a brief moment.

(Is this guy for real? I want to write him off as just some nut case but the fact still stands that I haven't been able to hurt him since this battle started.)

"Mine's Vector Manipulation. Although I doubt you'd understand it so I won't bother explaining it. Just know that no matter how strong you are, you can't hurt me."

(Hmmm,) Saitama though. (That's a pretty bold statement. Now, he might just be full of himself. He is at that age. But I suppose I'll test him first just to be sure. I don't want to accidentally kill a child. It'd be bad for my conscious.)

"Kid, you've been saying weird things since you showed up and haven't even bothered to explain yourself. If I weren't a responsible adult or if you were around my age, I might have to hit you."

Accelerator's pupils dilated as his brows bend. He angrily grunted.

"Don't mess with meeeeeeeeee!" he yelled as he raised Saitama and dragged him diagonally downward towards the left. He then let him go and Saitama slide across the next three buildings, leaving dents in the cement constructs until he hit the ground. His body bounced off the pavement and twirled into the air. This time he spun his body so he landed on his feet but not without stumbling back a few steps.

Accelerator's left eye twitched.

(What's this guy's deal? He should be grounded to paste by now. Why aren't any of my attacks working?)

He analyzed the unflappable bald man while trying to hide his shock. His gaze was met with a terrifyingly plain poker face.

Accelerator flashed back to the last time his ability was negated during his fight with that Level 0 several months prior. For some reason he has yet to discern, his right hand was able to bypass his Vector Manipulation. Normally any attack on Accelerator bounced off due to the vector field he emitted subconsciously. However, that Spikey Haired Boy's right hand easily ignored that and became acquainted with Accelerator's face several times that night.

(No, it's not the same. That kid was able to bypass my ability altogether. If that were the case, then I wouldn't be able to affect him at all. Any attack I've made on this guy just doesn't seem to hurt him.)

Saitama stared blankly at Accelerator as he scratched the side of his nose with his index finger.

(This kid's been looking at me for like five minutes and hasn't said anything. I think he might be gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just not my style. Plus, he's like fourteen. I ain't no creep. Agh, why don't I have any girl fans? Wait, do I even have fans?)

Saitama was exaggerating. I had only been fifteen seconds since he landed.

A sadistic smile sprawled across Accelerator's face. He cackled to himself.

(Well if I haven't been able to hurt him so far, that just means I don't have to hold back.)

Accelerator kicked off his right foot and covered the four meter gap between him and Saitama in about a second. The sidewalk was completely shattered along with the glass from all of the cars a buildings within a fifteen foot radius. He flew into Saitama, tackling him through a ten story parking lot building, reducing it to nothing but rubble and dust. Accelerator had the twisted smile of a horror movie villain or a used car salesman. Saitama looked at him blankly as they crashed out of the parking lot.

He grabbed Accelerator by the forearms using both hands. Accelerator looked down, not changing his expression. But suddenly, he was looking at the sky. Then the ground. Then the sky again. Then the ground again.

Accelerator then realized he had been thrown into the air. He gasped and then flipped himself to find equilibrium. He landed hunched over on the ground facing away from Saitama, who looked at him with an annoyed expression. Accelerator turned his head and gritted his teeth. As he got up, Saitama bolted in front of him with his arm cocked back. Accelerator's heartbeat accelerated.

Ha. I made a funny.

*Ahem* Saitama brought his arm forward and…

Saitama lightly karate chops Accelerator on the forehead and then retracted.

"There," he said. "I don't hurt kids. So now that we're done playing-"

Accelerator threw a stomp kick towards Saitama's gut. Saitama blocked it with his forearm but slid backwards nonetheless. A trail of dust and road fragments followed him. Feet sized skid marks were left in its wake.

Accelerator gritted his teeth as he looks at the expressionless bald man with a flowing cape. He thought for a second about where he was.

He changed the vectors of the air currents and created a tornado to his left, sucking up several parked cars. Saitama planted his feet firmly into the ground, sliding only mere centimeters towards it. Four cars were sucked up into the tornado. After swirling around in it once, they were viciously flung at Saitama. He effortlessly stepped to the right and then to the left, avoiding two sports cars. He then jumped two meters into the air to evade another one. He caught the last one with both hand and carefully set it down to his left.

Accelerator growled. He manipulated the vectors in the tornado to make it explode. A strong gust of wind Saitama forced back several meters. He could have stood up against it if he anticipated it but exploding tornadoes were too out of the ordinary for him to predict.

He found himself next to a massive wind turbine that was used to generate electricity for the city. He looked up out of curiosity.

"Hey, that's pretty neat."

A blade of the turbine was ripped off. The force used to tear it off bent it to the side and downward. This sent the rest of the turbine spinning quickly towards Saitama's head. Before a blade could even get within a foot of him, he swung his right fist back. The white red tipped blade bent back, making a loud metallic noise. However, this sent the turbine spinning in the other direction, causing another blade to spin towards his face. Saitama grabbed it with his left hand, making a loud metallic noise as he crushed the metal with his grip.

He looked to his right and noticed a gas station next to him. Then he looked to his left and saw a little girl holding a red balloon attached to a white string. Saitama looked at the girl with a blank expression. The girl returned the gesture.

The ripped of turbine blade sliced through the air, going past Saitama and towards a gas tank. Saitama watched the scene unfold without changing his expression. A fiery, debris filled explosion was about engulf him. With one punch, Saitama extinguished the flames and forced the debri in the opposite direction. He looked up and saw a shocked Accelerator flying towards him another turbine in his hands. He shock wasn't so much because the caped bald man extinguished the explosion so effortlessly. Rather, it was the result of almost vaporizing that little girl.

(Fucking brat. Stay the hell out of the way!)

Accelerator roared as he brought the turbine over his head and swung it down. Saitama grabbed it with both hands. An irritating noise sliced through the air. A nanosecond after hearing it, Accelerator reflected the vectors of irritating sound coming from the blade. Saitama was ready to yank the blade back but Accelerator saw his movements and twisted his arms to the side. The opposing forces bent the blade in opposite directions before ripping it apart altogether.

After landing, Accelerator kicked off and swing his part of the blade towards Saitama. He reacted by side stepping and diagonally swinging his half upwards creating a large clanging sound. The little girl watched somewhat disinterested as orange sparks and metal parts painted something like a mini firework display before her. She had watched many a action anime in her short life but never has she seen a fight of this magnitude up close before. And yet, she continued to stare unblinking and emotionless. Whether this was the result of some sort of trauma or desensitization at the hands of watching too much children's programing is unknown.

Accelerator fiercely swung his blade upward. It dragged across the ground, erupting several chunks in the process. The upper portion of Saitama's blade was demolished. He tossed it to the side. Accelerator smiled sadistically as he swung his blade downward at a speed that made a shockwave.

(Gotcha!)

Saitama swiftly turned around and delivered an upper uppercut with perfect form. A large popping sound roared along with a wind explosion. More than half of Accelerator's blade has been knocked out of sight. He only had a piece large enough to fit in his palm. Quickly recovering from his stupification, he threw his last piece with a force enough to dent the ground more than a meter beneath it. Even though he didn't need to, he hunched his body forward like a baseball player, perhaps out of frustration. However, due to his unathletic prowess, his body flopped a bit.

In a fraction of a second, the wind turbine piece was mere inches before Saitama's face. However, he wasn't even looking ahead at the moment. An add on the side of a restaurant caught his attention. It read "Bento Soup, 20% off. Today only!"

(Hmmm. Some bento soup sounds delish. Maybe I should cook some up for dinner tonight.)

A red blur from beneath Saitama's cape knocked the turbine piece upward. The little girl arced her head to capture the scene in her developing mind. Several clouds opened up as if to make way for a holier presence.

(Nah. That sounds like a lot of work. I don't know if I want to cut up all the meat tonight. I should get Genos to do it. Tell him it's some sort of dexterity training. Hehehehe…)

Accelerator dragged his foot across the ground as he kicked it. Chunks of flaming and melting pavement flew at him. He smacked away the flaming rocks and swiftly ducked under the molten pavement in a blur. He darted towards Accelerator with his left fist cocked back. Manipulating the vectors in his mouth, Accelerator blew a gust of wind strong enough to freeze Saitama in his tracks.

Accelerator kicked off and darted down the block. He would return seconds later carrying a conveniently placed steamroller. He slammed it on Saitama's frozen body. The ground quacked. A trail of dust dispersed followed by a wind explosion. The little girl yelped as she was blown back.

Accelerator cackled at the sky.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha! How do you like that fucker?! Not so nigh invulnerable now, are yo-"

Accelerator peeped his head over the edge of the steam roller to see a Saitama's twitching right arm from underneath it. It twitched a few more times before slowly forming a fist.

"Tch! Oh now you don't!"

Accelerator stomped his foot. The steamroller bounced a bit as the impact wrecked the street beneath it. Saitama lost his grip for a moment but it would return a second later. Accelerator continued to stomp his foot, causing the steamroller to make love to the pavement.

"THAT'S RIGHT! YOU CAN FIGHT BACK ALL YOU'D LIKE BUT IT'S USELESS! USSSELEEEEEEEEEEEEEESS!"

Accelerator switched to doing several of what can be describe as a mix between palm thrusts and feral scratching. It was as if he hungered for the very death of his bald prey.
The bottom of the steamroller ricocheted off the ground several times as melody of destruction fills the air much to the delight of Accelerator.

"USELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUSELESSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSELEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!"
The sound of metal being pounded reverberates through the air. The white eyed monster unleashed his fury the steam roller for a few more seconds. In his stupor driven by his emotions, he didn't notice the steam roller subtly rising. By the time he caught on, he was already fifty feet in the air and rapidly rising.

(Nah, I can't do that to Genos. I already make him do all my chores. The least I could do is cook.)

The ground beneath raised a few inches, being separated by cracks as Saitama kicked off the ground, disappearing in the flicker of a light. He shot through the steam roller, creating a rapidly expanding ball of orange and black.

Accelerator leapt in the nick of time. He was covered in smoke for a few seconds as he backed away from the explosion. However a second later a puff of smoke darted next to him. He turned to face the smoke but all he was able to make out was a red blur heading towards his face. He may have reflected the attack but he was still knocked to the ground. His body dented the street with a loud thud before bouncing off and landing culminating in him rolling around once or twice.

To his immediate surprise, he hacked up blood.

(What the hell?! I can reflect his attacks but the impact's still able to reach me? It's like he's reflecting my reflection!)

Accelerator stood and staggered a bit. However, a yellow blur stopped right in front of him. This time he stepped back and in that same motion pulled out a gun from his left pocket. Barely taking time to aim, he fired six times. Saitama effortlessly stepped around each bullet before stopping in front of Accelerator yet again. Using his right hand, he chopped the handgun completely obliterating it.

However, Accelerator slipped an evil grin. Using his right hand, he plucked a broken off piece of the gun at Saitama. The loud sound of the air being sliced was heard. Saitama was hit in the clavicle, carrying him directly into the building behind him. In a spectacular show of destruction, the building fell apart in seconds. Part of the building on the left suffered a bit as well.

Accelerator raised his arms and howled as he was drenched in a sea of dust. Several debri hit him but it either bounced off or crumbled upon impact. He let his arms slowly descend as he basked in the glorious destruction he had caused.
"Yeah… HELL YEAH! That's right you shitty bastard! Like this city needs anymore pieces of trash stinking up the place! Crawl back to whatever corner of the darkness you came from and never show your face again if you know what's good for you! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"

"Now that's not very nice."

Accelerator's mental state did a complete 180 as his head swung towards the direction of the voice. City ruins and dust fell as a bald cranium rose.

Saitama turned his head towards his head to the bewildered teenager with a blank expression. His cape flapped in the wind.

If asked about how he felt at that moment, you would either be greeted with a scoff and/or a sarcastic remark about how stupid that question is. Or you'd be cleaved in half depending on who you were. But he wouldn't tell you. He wouldn't admit this to anyone. He wouldn't even admit this to himself.

A lack of a certain emotion is what seperates man from monster. Historically, mankind has always found some excuse to antagonize that which they cannot handle. The forces out of their control, the powers that dictate their way of living, or even the creature that hides under your bed.

In essence, it is only human nature to give way to what it is they cannot contain or what exceeds them. A distinct lack of fear can be what separates man from monster. Fear is necessary to prevent the following through of certain actions.

In other words, man defines his own monsters.

If you asked many people in Academy City what a monster is, Accelerator may be what first came to mind.

But what do you call the things that monsters are afraid of? What do you call the things that keep the monsters up at night?

Accelerator found the answer to this question not too long ago. And for the second time, he found himself in a state of stupor caused by the all powerful hand that shattered his illusion of superiority.

You could call it Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or you could infer that it was the adrenaline. You wouldn't be wrong either way. But when he blinked, he was taken back to a familiar scene of a certain spiky haired boy fearlessly staring him down with his right fist clenched.

Accelerator blinked quickly and was returned to reality. He looked again upon a bald man with a distinct poker face.

"Hey…" Saitama began. "So, uh. Listen. You're kind of tough, I'll admit. But don't you think this fighting's kind of… pointless?"

(...Why…)

Sound didn't reach his ears. He saw his lips move but that was it. Whether it was due to him reflecting the sound vectors or his extreme state of shock is up to your interpretation. The point being he couldn't hear anything. The only thing that existed then was Accelerator and the monster whose cranium shone in the sun.

Two monsters had a staring contest.

One lost.

(...Am I missing something?)

Can you guess who?

"I mean, city destruction is probably inevitable but…"

(What power do I lack that stops me from fending off these shit bags?)

"I mean, if it's gonna happen, it may as well be for a good reason. Not two guys fighting over basically nothing."

Accelerator remembered the boy who had the courage strong enough to pierce his defenses yet again. Then he remembered the man vile and smart enough to find a way around it, Amata Kihara.

Two fists who fought for two different reasons.

(How…)

One to protect that which was precious to him.

One to gain power no matter who stood in his way.

"If you ask me, I say we leave the real destruction to the…"

Once upon a time, Last Order had been such a girl to Amata Kihara.

Once upon a time, Accelerator found himself at a fork road with those two paths.

(How can I gain the power to destroy scum bags like him?)

The world is vast. There's always someone better.

Academy City's strongest was faced with another puzzling question that drilled through his pride and pierced the shell of his dark soul. A dark soul he vowed to use to fight those darker than he is even if he can't redeem himself.

(How can I gain the power to protect her… ?)

What if he ran into someone stronger than him? An entity so overwhelmingly powerful that he can't even gauge the depths of his true strength even if he held back?

"... monsters."

Accelerator snapped out of his trance. His already small pupils dilated. His head tilted to the right and his lips barely touched.

For a second, it sounded like he choked on his own spit. Saitama raised an eyebrow in response.

"...? Come again?"

Accelerator's voice sounded like an alien language. His pitch raised tremendously and he spoke astoundingly fast.

"Killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill…"
"I'm sorry?"

Accelerator closed the gap between the two in the fraction of a second. He extended his arm out towards Saitama who only barely noticed a the young man leaning below him.

"KILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKI-"

Saitama punched Accelerator in the face, launching him several meters down the street. His body rolled away until he was nothing but a spec.

Saitama held his gaze ahead for a few seconds before turning around. He noticed the little girl from earlier staring at him. He walked up to the little girl and looked down to her. She arched her head up to look at him.

"Little girls shouldn't be playing by themselves in the street," he said.

The little girl pointed to a park behind her with many children functions such as jungle gyms. Children were playing there earlier but the sight of watching a parking lot be demolished made them lose their appetite for fun.

"I'm not alone," she insisted.

Saitama looked at the park and back at the girl. He was left speechless.

"My balloon got lost."

"...Well, it still isn't safe around here. You could get eaten by monsters. Or kidnapped."

Suddenly, the ground shook and a large scraping sound could be heard. Saitama turned around to see a brick apartment heading towards them.

"...or have an apartment thrown at you."

Saitama wrapped the girl in his cape and picked her up. The tremor's intensity increased as the building neared. Saitama leaped over a building on the right. To his surprise, the building changed directions at a right angle following him.

(There's probably people inside that building… same goes for the one we're on top of.) Saitama thought.

He jumped on top of the apartment and set down the little girl. In the event that he couldn't stop the apartment, it would be wise to set the girl down on top of the building that probably wouldn't be destroyed, in this case the oppressor. That was how Saitama rationalized it. After all, according to how this red eyed, white haired teenager's powers worked, even a plastic spoon could be used as a deadly weapon.

You know, to most people.

So it was obvious that even if the brick apartment wasn't as sturdy as the cement reinforced building he previously stood on, it would be easily demolished as a child knocking down their building blocks.

He jumped between the two buildings. The apartment was several feet away but instead of waiting for it to come to him, Saitama ran toward it. He put his arms out and lightly, for him, pushed against a brick wall on the left of the main entrance of the complex. The apartment stopped as soon as his palms made contact with the wall.

He jumped back onto the cement building. He picked up the little girl and effortlessly jumped several meters across the air. He landed in a section of the children's park and set the little girl down.

"See?" he said. "What'd I tell you-"

He was cut off by a white and gray blur. The sound of several windows and walls shattering can be hard all at once. Accelerator looked at Saitama in the eyes with tiny pupils red pupils only slightly larger than his own.

Behind him were a pair of murky black wings that were tens of meters long. Accelerator then changed the trajectory of his course up, causing a wind explosion that decimates many more buildings in its wake. The two moved further and further away from the tallest building in Academy City, fast approaching the clouds.

Accelerator cackled as he grabbed Saitama by the neck and squeezed. Saitama looked to the right and saw a red spec in the distance.

"Ah," he exclaimed. He pointed at the red balloon. "Hey. Can you take me over there?"

Accelerator's eyes swung to the left. He shifted his body in the direction Saitama pointed at. Accelerator increased his speed and shot straight through the Academy City blimp, leaving an orange explosion in their passing. It turns into an expanding black cloud with bits of debris. Their flight traveled on a curve so even though they flew horizontally, they still ascended as well.

Saitama timed himself for two seconds and grabbed the string of the balloon with his right hand.

"Thanks," Saitama replied. However he was surprised that he seems to be floating away from Accelerator. It took him a moment to realize he just left Earth's atmosphere.

Accelerator waved at him with his right hand wearing a sadistic smile.

(Heh, dammit,) he thought.

Accelerator's powers work as long as he can calculate the minimum required forces in order to manipulate them. He relies on the abundance of light, oxygen, heat, gravity etcetera and bends the properties to his will. However, space is a vacuum. Meaning…

(No oxygen. I was supposed to stop right before I left the thermosphere and kick off of him. Shit…looks like I got carried away. Ha… that's what I get for getting carried away.)

Space is a vacuum. There is no oxygen, no gravity. Accelerator could not manipulate what was not there.

(I'll be damned if I don't burn up in atmospheric reentry. Just have to...activate my...Reflection...as soon as I hit the stratosphere.)

Accelerator descended slowly towards Earth. His gaze shifted at the innumerable stars before him.

(...and I didn't even ask for those panties...Oh well...that doesn't matter any...more… I did what I wanted.)

Accelerator's eyes felt heavy. The beautiful sight before him was soon replaced by starless blackness, sealing his fate. An image of Last Order running ahead of him and smiling flashes before him. Followed by Yoshikawa and Yomikawa.

(You don't fuck… with Academy City's… number… one …)

However, the world was not done with him.

Saitama, holding his breath and performed breaststrokes, swam towards Accelerator.

(What the hel…)

Accelerator's thoughts trailed off as he lost consciousness. Saitama grabbed him with his left arm and placed him under his cape. He soared through the atmosphere at high speed, taking the appearance of a shooting star from some areas where it was night. As a giant ball of fire, Saitama darted towards the ground.

He looked around Academy City for any unpopulated areas. An empty park caught his attention. He thrusted his fist towards that direction.

A loud crash is heard all across Academy City. A slight tremor felt for blocks soon followed.

Saitama hit a large patch of grass, landing on a knee and his fist. The impact created a deep crater within a segment of the park.

(Huh,) Saitama though. (I should be more careful when I do that. Someone could get hurt.)

He jumped out of the crater and set Accelerator on a bench.
Saitama noticed the top of a closed black flip phone sticking out of the unconscious boy's right pocket. He carefully pulled it out using his index finger and thumb, trying not to look like a creep. Then he flipped open the phone, already on contacts. He scrolled down a bit, looking for people to contact. The name "Frog Faced Doctor" caught his eyes. He presses the call button and someone answers after three rings.

"Accelerator," an old man, the Frog Face Doctor Saitama assumed. "I felt that. Did tremor have something to do with you?"

"Ah," Saitama responded. "So you must be a friend of his."

"Hm? Who is this? Why are you calling from this cell phone?"

"This white haired boy roughed himself up real bad just now. You're a doctor, right? The contact said Frog Faced Doctor. So...maybe you should get a hospital van down here or somethin. I'm at..."

Saitama turned around, scanning the park for any outstanding signifiers. After failing to do so, he saw a vending machine.

"...Vending Machine park. If you know what I mean."

"...You know, that's pretty vague. I'll just trace the location of the call. A van will be over momentarily."

(Kind of fucking creepy he can say that so easily.)

"Sigh."

"What's the matter?"

"Young men seem to make it a habit to come down here every couple of weeks. But more importantly, who are you? Are you an acquaintance of Accelerator's? Or are you one of those overly nice bad guys from the darkness who's trying to push an agenda on him?"

There was a pause.

(I could just tell him my name... Or I could just say something really cool.)

"I'm nobody. Just a nameless hero for justice."

"...That doesn't answer my question."

(FUCK, it backfired!)

"Y-yeah, well... You're one to talk Mr. Frog Faced Doctor. What kind of a hero name is that?"

"Hero name? Young man, I have no time for games. Now if you're done-"

*BEEP!*

Saitama removed the phone from his ear. He noticed the screen was black.

(The batteries died. Oh well.)

Saitama placed the phone on the sleeping Accelerator's lower abdomen because he wasn't about to dig into another man's pocket. As he turned to leave, he noticed the little girl with the blank expression from earlier looking up at him.

"You shouldn't sneak up on people," he said.

The little girl extended her left arm as if expecting something.

"Ah. Right. Here you go," Saitama said as he hands her the balloon. "Now say thank you."

"I'm gonna draw porn of you."

There was a long pause between the two as they have a blank expression stare off.