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Chapter 2: Too... Many... People..! Damn It!
Sparked Interests
At the main conference hall in the H.A. Headquarters…
Being one of the most secure, and professional areas in the world, you would think the people that reside within it would act as the place demands. But of course, nothing is ever what it is in the world of One Punch Man. This place was no exception to the rule. Swaths of yells and argumentative conversations could be heard from all levels of the H.A. Headquarters, as a certain discussion topic was being brought up for the umpteenth time that week alone. With huffs and gripes, along with the occasional tired sighs, the push for Saitama's proposed promotion to S-Class was about to begin once more.
More than three months had passed since Saitama's and Tornado's "stress relief session", and still, people were talking about it. After the fight between the two of them, and as a rare favor from Tornado, the S-Class heroes decided to submit the videos of the fight to the H.A. (Hero Association). They hoped that those videos would provide enough evidence for Saitama to become a new S-Class hero. Though, and unsurprisingly, the H.A. higher ups declined the request. The main reason being that Saitama simply wasn't popular enough to justify such a rank up to being with. Another reason was that there wasn't enough evidence/knowledge to appropriately move Saitama up the ranks either.
Upon hearing that bullshit statement, Tornado was going to send the main H.A. Headquarters into an active volcano. That was the case until she was convinced otherwise by a certain bald headed man to let it go. Seemingly having the ability to lull the esper into a relatively calm and cooperative state, the H.A. higher ups said they would consider Saitama's promotion, should more evidence be provided. And to get that evidence, a highly unorthodox suggestion came from Child Emperor.
The idea was that each S-Class hero would spend some time with Saitama, to gauge where his ideals lie, and if he was truly worthy of the promotion. Although a bit on the heavy-handed side, the H.A. executives were all for it. They came to the conclusion that having a basis of who and what Saitama was, among all the S-Class heroes, would surely merit sufficient evidence. And so, they dubbed it as a vote of confidence, something that Saitama had to earn from at least half of the S-Class heroes to advance in rank.
What followed, much to the inconvenience and massive annoyance of a certain bald man, was each S-Class hero being asked to spend at least two days with him. One day was used for hero work, and the other was for recreation. Anymore would be up to the S-Class hero, and of course, Saitama. How they decided to go about meeting him was also a simple matter: they would just walk to his apartment whenever they felt like it, and force him to do a task they set for him. Of course, this irked the bald man even more.
Three months prior…
[PP-Pri's Visit]
PP-Pri (Puri-Puri-Prisoner) went about meeting Saitama as soon as possible. His interests in the bald man were genuine. After all, seeing Saitama's exploits was like watching a high-budget action movie. After meeting up with him at his apartment, PP-Pri suggested that the two of them head to a prison where he was rehabilitating a new group of prisoners. A bit hesitant at first, Saitama eventually gave in, considering this was technically an H.A. assignment. What he saw however made Saitama rethink his first impressions of PP-Pri.
Upon setting foot in the prison, Saitama bore witness to PP-Pri actively engaging, and encouraging prisoners that were stationed in specified training groups. Some groups worked on metal working jobs, others in construction and landscaping. Some groups were focused on public speaking, and others even went as far as training prisoners how to code. It was one of many PP-Pri's self made programs to try and reeducate bad boys into good men for society. And surprisingly enough, it showed substantial results.
Those who've participated in PP-Pri's programs have found themselves in far better positions in life, even before they came to prison. Goes without saying that good men are built on discipline and hard work, you just need a strong man to enforce that notion. Touched by his commitment to help prisoners move up in life, Saitama decided to pitch in.
Taking it upon himself, Saitama went about creating his own training group in the prison. It focused heavily on good nutrition and developing a healthy work ethic. While not very popular at the start, one impressive display of strength later (That being busting down a prison wall with just a flick from his pinky), and prisoners were more than ready to hear what Saitama had to say. PP-Pri was more than surprised to see Saitama teaching some of his ways to his boys, but was more than happy to see him engaging with them. The day flew by as a result, with the two of them teaching prisoners better things to do in life. A certain type of satisfaction washed over the both of them after the day was out.
The next day wasn't as exciting, since the two heroes simply went out for drinks. Though he didn't look like it, PP-Pri was a damn good conversationalist. He had a knack for making people talk, and after whittling down Saitama for what seemed like hours, he finally got front row seats to Saitama's qualms and ridiculous backstory. Comically being heartbroken for the poor man, PP-Pri put a hand on his back and voiced his remorse. He couldn't comprehend not feeling any joy in doing anything anymore, saying that that sounded like hell. Smiling easily, Saitama just laughed, saying he got to meet some cool people from it, so it couldn't be all bad.
With the day spent on drinks and memories, along with exchanging some contact information, Saitama had effortlessly gained PP-Pri's vote of confidence, along with a solid pat on the back, and a thumbs up.
[Tanktop Master's Visit]
The next hero to come was Tanktop Master, who was among the original group of people to witness Saitama's true strength. With a smirk, Tanktop Master's plan of testing Saitama was simple, let him wear a tanktop. Giving him an eggshell colored tanktop, Saitama only looked at Tanktop Master with a raised eyebrow. The man only leaned into the tanktop with knowing eyes, and with a sigh, Saitama took off his hero's attire, and put it on.
What happened after that was a mystery to most of the S-Class heroes, since to this day, Tanktop Master has become hard pressed to have any more newcomers join the clan. He always states that Saitama is a one in a million guy, achieving a feat only a handful before him had done. As for what he did, it was both stupid and downright ridiculous. Saitama was able to rock a tanktop without looking like a douche. It was a feat that proved too daunting to most, as not even Tanktop Master could accomplish it. So after seeing the perfect tanktop user, Tanktop Master merely said that was all the evidence he needed. For anyone that could pull off a tanktop, we're pure gold in both heart and spirit by the clan's mentality.
Not even needing a second day, Tanktop Master merely wished Saitama the best, because he had gained his vote of confidence from just wearing a tanktop.
[Bad: Metal Bat's Visit]
Next came Bad, and he was even simpler than Tanktop Master. All he wanted to do was face off against Saitama in an old fashioned street fight; no rules, anything goes. Saitama agreed nonchalantly, and walked themselves to the abandoned streets of city Z. They then fought for 6 hours straight, a fight filled with explosions, blood, and flowing hair. Bad threw almost all of the attacks, while Saitama just took everything he had to give. By the time the fight ended, Saitama had taken so many attacks, anyone who watched them fight could've sworn Bad had it out for him. Funnily enough, it only took three, casual punches from Saitama to put down Bad, each one with the power to topple multiple skyscrapers effortlessly.
Throughout their whole fight, they had covered vast distances and ruined a number of devious plots without even knowing it. In their six hour long fight, they had killed several demon level threats, thwarted a drug ring in city Y, and indirectly fixed a leaning skyscraper in city X. All it took was Saitama punching Bad through it's foundations. Thoroughly exhausted and beaten, Bad found himself with a broken bat, his hair a matted mess, and a body riddled with heinous bruises and deep cuts. This only made him like Saitama even more, satisfied he was able to experience just a little bit of Baldy's strength and manliness.
The next day was spent with Bad asking Saitama to hit the batting machines with him in city B. Saitama chuckled seeing Bad in bandages and a small slap mark on his face, no doubt from his little sister he mentioned during their fight. Bad also wielded a new bat, and with a dopey smile, Saitama agreed. The day went off without a hitch, as both heroes made their way to the building with the batting machines. They enjoyed their time just swinging bats at balls and talking the shit, of course with Bad winning at the end. Not only was Bad a local star at this place, It didn't help that Saitama just kept busting holes in the building they were batting at. With a round of drinks and a permanent ban from the building's owner, both Bad and Saitama ended the day. They both then exchanged contact information, while also agreeing to go batting again some other time. Saitama had earned Bad's vote of confidence with his endearing personality and dopey straightforwardness.
[Genos: Demon Cyborg's Visit]
Genos was the next one to participate, and unsurprisingly, he gave his vote the moment he could. He insisted that he already spends a majority of his time with Saitama already. He was also very adamant that his Sensei didn't even need his vote of confidence, but because of the circumstances, he would give him a hundred votes if possible.
[Flashy Flash's Visit]
As for Flash who was next, he used this excursion as a perfect excuse to make an impromptu training session. He asked Saitama to run a certain way, with his body always positioned straightforward and his chest broad. He also asked that his heels never fully touch the ground, while leaning a little forward when running. Sighing, but compliant, Saitama did just that and got into a running position. Flash stood next to him, and in an instant, both heroes blasted forth, racing beyond speed, as they then arrived in the middle of city Q only three seconds later. For comparison, they were standing at the front door of his apartment in city A.
Genuinely surprised at the steadiness of how he ran that time, while also looking at the nearly perfect road behind him, Saitama whistled softly. Sure, there were a few skid marks here and there, but in comparison to how he usually ran and left the roads prior, this was a vast improvement. Saitama then faced Flash, who was sporting an incredibly smug face. Grunting, Saitama admitted that this type of running was far less destructive compared to how he usually ran. Feeling vindicated, Flash was about to ask Saitama to finally train under him, but they caught a glimpse of another hero.
Just a few feet away from them was Watchdog Woman, sitting on the ground like a dog, looking at them with a tilted head and her usual, expressionless face. Wearing her trademark full body dog suit, Flash remembered that city Q was her domain, but always thought that she was a weirdo. He was about to tell Saitama to ignore her, only for said bald man to walk up to her. As if expecting something, Watchdog Woman looked up at Saitama, but what he did was anything but expected. He patted her head gently, giving her his signature dopey smile, while telling her she was a good dog. At first nothing happened, but then Watchdog Woman's tail began to wag, slowly at the start, then rapidly as Saitama kept up with the petting.
While her face was still expressionless, her tail was telling a different story, as the wagging made large gusts of comical wind. The winds were so strong, it blew away a helpless hotdog vendor that was just a foot away. Two minutes of gentle, but firm patting passed, all to the immense pleasure of Watchdog Woman, and a questioning Flash that just watched Saitama pet a fully grown woman. Once he was done, Saitama bid Watchdog Woman farewell, the woman nodding in response as she got up from where she sat and walked away. Saitama then walked back towards Flash, who just decided to not even mention what happened. Flash then asked Saitama about the training, only to be interrupted by a large pack of monsters destroying buildings a few blocks away.
Sighing inwardly, Flash decided that he'll just ask him later. Both heroes then got to work, as they raced towards the pack of monsters, katana raised and fists cocked. To make matters even stranger, they were joined by Watchdog Women, as she ran on all fours, her face still expressionless. The day ended with Saitama and Flash shaking hands firmly, covered in multi-colored blood. Saitama then went about petting Watchdog Woman once more for a job well done.
The next day was surprising, with Flash asking Saitama to come with him to view an opera showing in city F. Admittedly curious, Saitama agreed, and found himself genuinely entertained. Sure, the singing was hilariously bad, and the whole thing was long as shit. But, if you were to tune it out and follow the story, it held the same troupes as battle manga. As it turned out, this opera was battle oriented, and Saitama was cheering for the viking warrior who had lost both his lover and brother in battle. Flash was also immersed, enjoying the operatic singing, and hidden subtexts woven into the story. Their day ended with Saitama excitedly recalling the story, and Flash pleasantly surprised to see Saitama taking an interest in such. They both agreed to go out for other operas later on, giving each other their contact information. With this, Saitama gained another vote of confidence.
[Watchdog Woman's Visit]
The next hero to show up at Saitama's apartment was Watchdog Woman, a person of incredibly few words. Sitting at his door and looking at him with an expectant look, Saitama understood immediately. Jumping to the ground from his apartment, Watchdog Woman began running, Saitama running alongside her as they made their way to city Q. Arriving at the city in a timely manner, they stumbled upon another hoard of cat-like monsters, already making their move towards the dog parks.
Watching the woman with his full attention, Saitama bore witness to her strength, watching as she tore through the monsters as if they were paper. With speed rivaling Flash, and a hidden strength that most would never see her have, Saitama was kinda impressed. After dispatching all of the monsters, Watchdog Woman then walked up to Saitama with a tilted head again. Saitama took the hint, as he then patted her, and told her she did a good job.
In that moment, Watchdog Woman cracked a small smile, her expressionless face gone for just a moment. Her usual blank eyes now held color, a beautiful hazel hue on them. Her face became defined, while her skin was surprisingly fair, given how long she's been wearing such a cumbersome costume. Just as the woman was about to speak, a cat monster hiding behind some bushes came out, about to tackle her. However, Saitama merely body slammed the monster in an instant, splattering it much like a car to a mosquito. Looking at Saitama covered in pink blood and viscera, made Watchdog Woman chuckle quietly. Seeing such a dopey man draped in intestines and lungs, along with an eyeball on his shoulder, was jarring to say the least.
Hearing her make a sound for the first time, Saitama smiled, saying she had a cute laugh. This made Watchdog Woman immediately shut up, but not before blushing extremely hard. Though she regained her expressionless face, it was offset by the cute blush giving off, making Saitama laugh himself. He then petted her, saying she was a good dog once more. The day ended with both of them exchanging contact information, Saitama finding it very cute how Watchdog Woman went about using her phone in her dog costume.
The next day came with Watchdog Woman texting Saitama to stop by in city Q. Agreeing nonchalantly, Saitama stood on a street corner that Watchdog Woman texted him to wait at. A minute later, said woman appeared with a leash in her mouth, looking at Saitama as if we're the most normal thing in the world. Tilting his head at what he was seeing, Saitama then planted a fist into his hand, finally understanding what she was asking for. Taking the leash from her, he gently attached it to her collar. He then stood next to her, leash in hand. Appreciating how perceptive he was, Watchdog Woman started walking, Saitama following close behind.
Always one to be caught in these types of situations, Saitama walked Watchdog Woman, both people leisurely enjoying their time in the streets of city Q. People looked on in awe at Saitama, as for those who lived in city Q, they take walking Watchdog Woman as the highest honor anyone can receive. To be able to walk such a strong woman, their hero at that. Why, there couldn't be anything more honorable than that. At least, that's what the population of city Q believed in. Otherwise, why the hell would Watchdog Woman want someone to walk her?
Three good, fulfilling hours of walking passed, with Saitama waving at the citizens with his dopey smile, and Watchdog Woman bouncing lightly as she walked. She hadn't felt this content in years, a genuine happiness filling her. For the first time ever, she was going on a walk with someone that didn't judge her. Because of her disposition, all the people who had walked her prior were put off by her, even if they did it as a favor to her. But then came Saitama, a man who seemed to truly understand her, something that hasn't happened in her life before. It felt nice, more than nice actually, being treated normally, but like all good things, they end way too quickly. She was feeling so content, she had lost track of time. Feeling a warm hand on her head, Watchdog Woman looked up. She saw Saitama's dopey smile, and one of his hands with the leash bundled up.
Realizing that they were at the same street Saitama waited at, along with him detaching the leash from her, Watchdog Woman nodded her head. She cutely pouted however, considering she could've walked with Saitama until the sun went down. Seeing her pout made Saitama laugh, saying that they could walk together anytime she wanted. This made the woman's eyes sparkle, wondering if he was serious. She was then answered by Saitama petting her head, letting her know he was. Smiling softly, she took the leash back by mouth and walked away, but not before uttering a small, muffled "Thank you, Saitama…". And much like the others, Saitama had earned another vote of confidence effortlessly.
[Superalloy Darkshine's Visit]
Superalloy Darkshine was the next hero, and his visit was Saitama's favorite. All Darkshine did was ask him for a simple arm-wrestling competition. The catch was that they do it in an uninhabited area, so that nothing that resulted from them going at it would harm anyone. Like the rest, Saitama said yes, and brought the two of them to deserts of city M. Then they went about setting themselves up, walking deep into the desert to ensure they were far enough from any bustling populace. They then found a rock formation that was suitable for a table. Getting into position, they firmly grasped each other's hand, a smirk growing on both of their faces.
At first, they went at it gently, both feeling out each other's power. Though looking as if they were just holding hands from a distance, should a person come any closer to them, they would immediately fold underneath the immense pressure that the two of them had been unknowingly exerting. While Darkshine's power felt like a train track that spanned the entirety of Earth itself, Saitama's power didn't even compare. How Darkshine would describe his time with Saitama was otherworldly. He felt like an ant staring up to the open sky, or a spec of stardust that peered into the depths of interstellar space. The sheer magnitude of Saitama's power went well beyond what words could describe.
However, this only lit a fire in Darkshine. Here was a man that held a strength beyond his own, and presented it to him earnestly. Darkshine wouldn't do something as cowardly, or disrespectful as run away from it. He wasn't going to give up, not anymore. After his time being humbled by the Hero Hunter, he made sure to man up, and to see any challenge to the end.
Facing oblivion, Darkshine stood against Saitama's strength undaunted, a fearlessness that few possess when fighting against him. In a moment of pure focus and determination, Darkshine's eyes steeled themselves, activating all of his muscles at once. He then brought forth the weight of a continent in his hand, in an attempt to finish Saitama right there and then. Saitama, still in the mindset of feeling out Darkshine's power, was caught off guard by the explosive surge of power. Darkshine had managed to get Saitama almost halfway down, a feat that none before had accomplished.
Focused to beat Saitama swiftly, Darkshine tried to muster more power, vast amounts of desert cracking in all directions in response. Underneath the grip of the two heroes, an area of over 500 miles began to sink into the earth, with them smack dab in the middle. The sheer pressure that surrounded the two had become so heavy, they were now five miles into the earth from when they started. Darkshine was managing to bring out another continent's worth of weight, pulling down Saitama's hand a little further, now exactly halfway. Feeling proud, Darkshine kept up his grip, never stopping. He then looked up to see Saitama, surprised to see the man grinning throughout all of this. Said man just stood there, his grip unfazed.
Feeling a little nostalgic, Saitama reminisced about the times he lost arm wrestling competitions to strong people, before he had gotten stupidly strong. But that was before, and this is after. Smiling genuinely, Saitama complimented Darkshine's strength, saying he was really strong. Nodding his head appreciatively, Darkshine smiled back, happy he said something so honest. But Saitama decided it was time to end it, and brought his arm back down, all the way to the other side in an instant. The force exploded the rock table underneath them, along with blasting a massive hole on the side next to them. Like the moon exploding, or a bunch of nukes crashing into one another, an enormous surge of sound erupted, being both felt and heard for hundreds of hundreds of miles. Complaints and concerns came pouring in from ten cities over to the H.A. as a result of such power.
Darkshine couldn't believe what he experienced, and he couldn't recount the experience effectively if he tried. The best he could say was that while he was able to bear down the weight of the country twice over onto Saitama, the bald wonder overcame it with the weight of the Sun, causally. Laughing heartily at his defeat, Darkshine walked over and patted Saitama squarely on the back, saying he was the real strong one among the two of them. Laughing and cracking jokes, both Saitama and Darkshine climbed out of the five mile hole they had put themselves in, not realizing that they had caused a number of problems for the H.A.
The next day was just Darkshine asking Saitama to lift weights. Saitama said yes of course, and they went to a trusted gym near his old home turf in city D. On the way there, Darkshine offered to help Saitama bulk up, saying that having bigger muscles would help him control his strength. Not wanting to decline an offer from a friend, Saitama accepted with a simple nod. Once they got to the gym, Saitama and Darkshine spent that day causally making gains, talking the shit, and eating protein. The day soon ended with the both of them agreeing to go out to the gym more often, trading phone numbers, and meeting up for strength training. It goes without saying that Saitama earned another vote of confidence.
[Oki: Pig God's Visit]
Pig God was a strange visit, but nothing that irked Saitama deeply. The only thing he wanted to do was eat anyway. Shrugging his shoulders, Saitama agreed and began walking with him out of his apartment. They barely managed to make it past two blocks before three monsters showed up. One was made of seaweed, one being a fully filled rice cooker, and the last one resembling an octopus. Best yet, all of them were the size of trucks. Looking at each other with deadpan expressions, both heroes went about eliminating the threats. Saitama, with a fist cocked back, and Pig God, baring his teeth against the monsters. After a few swift punches and meaty bites, the monsters died pathetically. Pig God was about to eat the bodies, before he was stopped by Saitama.
Expecting him to say something like it wasn't morally right to eat them, or that eating monsters was dangerous, he was surprised to hear Saitama actually mention they should cook them up first. Smiling wide, he agreed. They then decided to carry the monster bodies to a nearby forest. Quickly gathering a comical amount of kindling and firewood, both heroes' stomachs began grumbling as the thought of rice and octopus filled their minds. Once the fire was made, they quickly started cooking the monster bodies, the aroma of grilled octopus and seaweed flooding the forest. Once the food was prepped, they ate their fill, almost a mile of cooked monster and rice in front of the two of them. Pig God was once again surprised by Saitama, seeing as he could somewhat hold down his food. Not nearly as much as him, but way more than the other heroes.
In pure curiosity, Pig God asked if eating monsters was weird, which made Saitama look at him with a raised eyebrow. Saitama's response was that if eating a monster made of octopus was weird, then eating anything that was an octopus in general should be weird as well, but that wasn't the case. It shouldn't matter if you eat a monster that's clearly edible, in fact, it'd be a waste if they didn't. His answer made Pig God's eyes light up, the big man laughing heartily. Wasting food is a sin for Pig God, since food is the engine of life. There's no one in the world that can judge what is and isn't food. Saitama nodded his head in agreement, happy there were still some heroes that valued not wasting food.
Enjoying the rest of their meal in good company, both then talked about the weirdest things they've eaten. Pig God recounted the time he ate a highly radioactive monster, needing to take shits in toxic waste barrels for a whole month. Saitama spoke about the time he ate the remains of a monster that looked very similar like ice cream, only thing was, it was actually made out of butter and whipped cream, giving Saitama the runs for a week. Laughing at each other's stories, both of them ended the day with hearty slap to the chest and stomach.
The next day was pretty much the same as yesterday, only this time, they would eat at a place near city O. Agreeing, Saitama followed Pig God to a restaurant named OPEN. Looking at Pig God quizzically, Saitama was feeling iffy about the place. But Pig God only smirked, and told Saitama that he only brings people to this place who he thought were cool. Saitama was about to ask about what he meant, but was cut off by the smell of hundreds of different dishes of food. Looking onward to the open doors of the restaurant, Saitama was assaulted by the countless images of food so good looking, it looked like it was ripped straight out of manga. Looking at Pig God with dinner plate sized eyes, Saitama needed just one response. Pig God smirked once more and nodded his head, and after that, he closed the restaurant doors.
The time that was spent in the restaurant was thoroughly enjoyable for both heroes, as the two of them learned more about each other. Saitama finally got a chance to know Pig God's name, while Pig God learned about Saitama's ridiculous backstory. Several hours would then pass, with a comically bloated Saitama, and a slightly bigger Pig God, now Oki, stepping out of the restaurant, both wobbling from a severe food high. For Pig God, it was just like any other day, but for Saitama, the hours prior felt like moments. The amount of food that was consumed could only be described as comical. He knew that it would be hell for him on his toilet tonight, but if that was the price of food this good, Saitama would pay it again in a heartbeat.
As for the restaurant, it was a secret eatery in city O. A place that was invite only, and rejected and banned any who couldn't finish a plate, period. This was Pig God's go to place to fill up, and now he had a food buddy to keep him some company. The day ended with Oki offering Saitama to come with him to eat from time to time, to which Saitama said yes fervently. Trading contact information, Saitama comically wobbled his way back home. Leave it to a big man to know where good food lies. And as usual, Saitama earned another vote of confidence.
[Drive Knight's Visit]
Drive Knight only needed one day apparently, and it was just to conduct a few tests. Shrugging his shoulders, Saitama agreed, happy that it was going to be a simple day this time. However, the tests included him jumping into space with a high impact camera attached to him; Stay in space for over an hour, and then bring back a piece of moon rock, to prove he actually went to space. Sighing at the tasks before him, Saitama then got to work. Attaching the camera around his head, and then jumping incredibly hard, Saitama found himself on the moon again near instantly, feeling a little nostalgic about it.
Deciding to pass some time, Saitama then began making a few rock castles on the moon, feeling this would provide more evidence that he was actually on it. Time passed slowly for Saitama, but he had to bear with it. Finally, he felt a little beep from the camera attached on his head, signaling that the hour had passed. Grunting, he then crouched down, and jumped incredibly hard again, not noticing he had dented the moon once more.
A moment later, he landed at the spot he took off of at the start, seeing Drive Knight look at him expectantly. Pulling out a large chunk of moon rock, nearly the size of a grapefruit, he then tossed it gently to Drive Knight, who caught it. Drive Knight then took the camera from Saitama and reviewed the footage right there and then. Analyzing the rock and footage taken, Drive Knight stood there silently, before smashing the camera into fine, little pieces. He then absorbed the moon rock into him, his hand crushing it finely into moon dust for easier absorption.
Saitama asked why he did that, with Drive Knight only saying that he finally believed in his power. Why he broke the camera was, and still is, unknown, which irked Saitama weirdly enough. Anyhow, Saitama earned another vote of confidence, though he felt this one was a bit obligatory.
[Six: Zombiewoman's Visit]
Coming off a bit stand-off'ish, Zombiewoman seemed distant in nature. Thing was, that was just her trying her hardest not to come off as too easy, considering this was her chance to try and get to know Saitama. Yet unknowingly, in her attempts in hiding her intentions, she had made herself look incredibly prickly and unapproachable. Though never one to pick up on the mood, Saitama asked what they were going to do that day. But because Zombiewoman was still in a stand-off'ish state, Saitama was met with harsh silence. Sighing softly, Saitama then asked what she would like to do today, which was answered by two words, "Shoot Monsters."
Both of the heroes then walked over to Saitama's old place of residence, the abandoned districts of city Z. Just walking a few yards into it, they were attacked several times by monsters that varied in type and size. Yet all of them were either chopped up, shot up, burnt up or punched, the day filled with nothing but monster blood and organs. Two whole hours of fighting passed, with Zombiewoman taking long drags from her cigarettes. Looking over to see if she was ok, Saitama caught her smiling softly. Asking why she was smiling, she said that the fighting allowed her to vent the anxiety she was feeling throughout the whole day.
Tilting his head, Saitama asked her why she was feeling anxious to begin with. Her response was that she didn't want to look too weird, since she wanted to make a good first impression. This made Saitama laugh a little, saying he thought that she looked really cool already, and that there wasn't anything to worry about. Looking up at him immediately, Zombiewoman faintly blushed. This was the first time a person complimented her looks, so she didn't really know how to process it.
Seeing her blush, Saitama wondered if she was ok, asking if zombies could get sick or something. His comment made the woman quiet, making a moment of silence pass between. And out of nowhere, Zombiewoman started to laugh. Of course zombies can't get sick, let alone her and her ultra regeneration. Laughing genuinely at Saitama's comment, Zombiewoman found his concern kinda sweet. Seeing her laugh did make Saitama happy though, glad he was able to make her smile, even if it was for a little bit.
This made Zombiewoman's blush more apparent, calling Saitama lame for saying something so lame. But their conversation was cut short when a bird monster the size of truck tried making a pass at them. It managed to grab the two of them, soaring to higher altitudes. But Saitama got kinda pissed, upset that the monster had interrupted his conversation with Zombiewoman. He then punched the underside of the monster, causing it to explode violently everywhere.
Now free falling from the sky, Saitama looked around for Zombiewoman, who was just casually smoking one of her cigarettes as they were falling through the air. This made him chuckle, watching as Zombiewoman couldn't help but smoke during a time like this. A moment later, they were both buried a few feet in concrete. Saitama then emerged from the ground, covered in dust and dried up monster blood, and Zombiewoman, who had lost an arm on impact, and blew out one of her breasts.
Looking at her with a tilted head, Zombiewoman just raised her remaining arm. A second later, she regenerated both her lost arm and breast. She then pulled out another cigarette, cursing a little when she found out her lighter also broke in the fall. When he saw her irritated face, Saitama walked up to her and took the unlit cigarette. He then brought both his thumb and index finger together, and rubbed them back and forth at incredibly fast speeds. And in a flash of light, a small fire comically erupted from between his two fingers. He then lit the cigarette, and gave it to Zombiewoman, who whistled appreciatively. Giving her a flaming thumbs up and a dopey smile, the day ended with Zombiewoman flashing him a genuine smile, saying that he was pretty a cool guy. Hella dopey for sure, but cool nonetheless.
Once the next day came, Zombiewoman asked Saitama to accompany her to a shooting range, right by her spare apartment in city G. Never having shot a gun earnestly before, Saitama was eager to shoot some target dummies. Meeting up with Zombiewoman, Saitama found himself at an old gun range that she was a regular at. Zombiewoman then brought Saitama over to the table with a plethora of guns laid out on top of it. Looking at the guns with a sparkle in his eye, Saitama immediately went for the pump-action shotgun.
Whistling at his choice, Zombiewoman then hit a button on a pillar next to the table, a paper silhouette target of an ex-Tanktop member sliding in from the sides of the shooting range. Asking him if he ever shot a gun, she was surprised that he said no. Nodding at his response, she then got behind Saitama, walking him through on how to handle a gun. She told him that you need to show it respect, considering any situation involving a gun could go tits up at the moment. Best way for that not to happen is to give the gun the respect it demands, less you want to kill someone for nothing.
Appreciating her seriousness, Saitama focused up, letting Zombiewoman guide his hands and fix his form accordingly. A few seconds later, Zombiewoman gave him the green light, saying he was ready to shoot. With excitement flowing through him, Saitama eagerly pulled the trigger, only to find the shotgun not firing. He then tilted his head towards Zombiewoman, looking lost as he did so. Upon doing so however, he saw Zombiewoman snicker softly at him, who had the decency to cover her mouth as she was laughing. Asking why it didn't fire, she said that he didn't put any ammo in the gun.
Finding his look of loss cute, Zombiewoman shook her head, remembering that this was Saitama's first time shooting. Getting serious again, she got behind him once more. She then put her hands on Saitama's, guiding them, and teaching him how to load a shotgun. Grunting, Saitama then racked the shotgun, ensuring he put in enough ammo this time. He then aimed his sights towards the paper silhouette. Getting another greenlight, the excitement returned, as Saitama pulled the trigger. A mighty boom came out of the gun this time, with Saitama feeling the power that was wielding a shotgun. It felt awesome, but that feeling was short-lived when he heard laughter next to him.
Zombiewoman couldn't hold back her laugh, seeing how excited Saitama looked, only for him to miss completely. She could only manage to point at the target, before busting out in cute laughter again. Looking at the direction she pointed at, Saitama was met with an unharmed paper target. To make matters worse, it was posing in a way that seemed like it was taunting him, even though it never moved.
Instantly getting pissed off, Saitama pumped the shotgun, and fired again, missing spectacularly. Zombiewoman cried out laughing again, only adding to Saitama's annoyance. And much like a videogame session with King, Saitama felt a tick of irritation pop up on the back of his head. He would then spend the next ten minutes blasting away hopelessly at the paper target, never once hitting it. In his angry stupor, Saitama made a pass for more shotgun shells, not noticing that he had cleaned through them in no time at all. Pumping the shotgun with no ammo, he fired again, only to hear a click. Frustrated to no end, he then looked over to the ammo box for shotgun shells, finding it completely empty, making Saitama put on a face of complete dejection.
He was then taken out of his dejected state when he heard quiet whimpering next to him. Looking down at the ground, he found Zombiewoman clutching her sides, surrounded by a large puddle of tears. As it was, she laughed to the point of crying, now reduced to a cute, whimpering mess. She had never met a person with such bad aim before. Even first time shooters graze the target by their 3rd attempt. But with Saitama, he went through a box's worth of ammo, and never once even came close to the target. Just the thought was hilarious enough, but it being Saitama made it even funnier.
In a moment of pure frustration, Saitama decided enough was enough. Much like the defeats he experiences with King in any video game, Saitama went overboard. He whipped the entire shotgun at the paper target. Throwing it with force akin to that of an ICBM missile, Saitama not only obliterated the paper target, he blew out the entire back of the shooting range, along with anything that was behind it for 10 miles. Letting out a satisfied grunt, Saitama then looked over to Zombiewoman, who stood there with wide eyes. Waiting for a response, Saitama found himself getting even more pissed when all he got from her was a snarky remark of how much of a baby he was, and how he now owes her for a new shotgun.
What followed was a permanent ban from the shooting range, and an entire afternoon of the two of them talking, and bickering with each other. During this time, Saitama learned about Zombiewoman's backstory, and even her name. As it was, he learned that her name was Six, a number that she holds dear.
She told him that she was created by a mad scientist, whose sole purpose was to achieve the impossible. She was, in his own twisted words, an insane attempt at immorality, a project of sorts to pass the time. Many attempts were made on her, each one far severe from the last. But It was on the 66th attempt that it finally succeeded, all at the cost of her suffering. 66 times she was put through the ringer, 66 types of deaths she had to endure. 66 times she was brought back to life, and by the 66th time she came back, she had finally achieved immortality. But by then, Zombiewoman had had enough, and decided to finally escape.
Managing to get a hold of one the guns used on her during her tests, Zombiewoman only had six shots to work with. And with that gun alone, she fought her way to safety, having to kill six of her captors on her way out to freedom. It took six days to escape, and by the time she was out, she was naked, alone, and without a prayer in the world before her. Luckily, she was given a set of clothes, by a kindly homeless man of all people. That one act inspired her to do what she could for others, to save, rather than take away. With newfound purpose, Zombiewoman would go on to start her new life, taking the name Six as a token of appreciation.
From start to end, Saitama listened intently, feeling sad for her that she had to go through such hardship. But by the end, Saitama stated she was an incredibly strong woman to endure such crap, and still manage to help others from it. He was happy that he got to know a person like her. Blushing intensely, Zombiewoman, now Six, slapped Saitama's arm out of embarrassment, saying she never told anyone that part of her before. Saitama only smiled, saying he felt happy knowing she trusted him enough to say all that to him. Six could only pout cutely, saying that she would kill him if he said that to anyone else.
The day then continued from there, the two of them, (although unknowingly) now closer than before. Funnily enough, they returned to bickering with one another. Six mentioned how bad his aim was, and Saitama said how Six had to have messed with him somehow during the shoot out. At this point in time, Saitama felt like he was talking with another King, only this time it was with a badass zombie chick who had a thing for guns. As for Six, this was the first time she was able to talk her mind freely with another person, let alone a guy. The way they were interacting with each other just felt so comfortable, so right. It truly felt as if they were friends from the beginning.
From the time she spent with him, Six nodded to herself, content she was able to get to know Saitama better. She also found it both assuring, and cute that despite having such power within him, Saitama in the end was still just a normal dude in his mid twenties. The day ended with the two of them sharing a laugh, and trading phone numbers. A promise was also made between them, one that involved testing out other guns at another shooting range, with the expectation of not throwing anymore of her guns.
[King's Visit]
King immediately gave his vote confidence the moment he was able to. His reasoning was that he had spent a large amount of time with him prior, and that he was a man more than worthy for S-Class. As he was talking about his reasoning, he stated that he and Saitama had a complex past between them. With a fond gaze, he hoped that he was coming closer to repaying him for what he did for him all those years ago.
That being the case, that didn't stop King from going to Saitama's apartment afterwards. He then went on to kick his ass in video games for the next three hours. From the amount of pissed off yells that were heard, King, as always, didn't show him any mercy whatsoever.
[Professor Bofoi: Metal Knight's Visit]
It took Bofoi an incredibly long time to decide whether or not he should visit Saitama in person, and after much deliberation, he decided to go for it. Showing up at his apartment, he was greeted with a dopey smile. Grunting at his appearance, Bofoi suggested they should go do some hero work. Nodding eagerly, Saitama and Bofoi walked their way to city I.
Once there, both heroes were met with a legion of androids that were destroying the city. Moving into action, Saitama began cleaning up the mess, while Bofoi called in an assault unit to do the fighting for him. Within just an hour, the android army was reduced to wires and scrap metal. Nodding at their work, Saitama and Bofoi ended the day complimenting each other's efficiency.
The next day was a simple one, as Bofoi only asked Saitama to join him on a shopping trip. The moment he heard shopping, Saitama's core was activated, as he then gathered all the available coupons he had, and carried Bofoi to the nearest supermarket. Commenting on his speed, Bofoi chuckled to himself when he found himself in front of a supermarket in an instant. The two would then spend the day buying and haggling anything they could, surprising each other throughout the whole experience. For one, they found out that each of them had a certain way to haggle. Another was that both of them impressed each other with how they saved money.
Saitama's way to shave off a price tag was to mention the quality of the packaging. Whenever he came up to a shelf-stocker or cashier, Saitama would make a fuss about a product being too badly packaged. He'd state that it wouldn't make sense to buy it at full price if the product itself was damaged, even if the packaging had the tiniest of scuff marks. After a few minutes of arguing, the employees would relent, and shave down the price a whole dollar down, sometimes even two dollars. Bofoi was heavily impressed by Saitama's hussle, and he would give that technique a try in the future.
Bofoi's way to save money was to buy in bulk, and then offer the cashier to pay in cash upfront to save on the cost. An example would be only offering cash to pay off a certain amount, rather than using a card to pay off the full amount. A simple, but very effective way to shave down the bill if successfully pulled off. Bofoi made Saitama's jaw drop when he only paid 15000 yen, for a thing of groceries that was more than 20000 yen in total. By flashing the cashier his cash, Bofoi managed to convince them to lower the price to what he held in hand. Saitama was in awe of his technique, and made it his goal to achieve that level of haggling.
With deals on deals, along with a trail of disheveled employees, and annoyed managers, Saitama and Bofoi left satisfied with their haul. Finding respect for one another, while also finding a kindred spirit in each other, Saitama and Bofoi shook hands. They ended the day with Bofoi giving Saitama his vote of confidence.
[Shoten: Child Emperor's Visit]
Ever since the fight between Saitama and Tatsumaki, Child Emperor had been wanting to see Saitama in person for the longest time. Something about his straightforward nature and simple fighting style appealed to Child Emperor's taste. Not to mention how cool Saitama would look if he was serious enough. By all means, Saitama reminded him of a character from an older manga issue, one that held a special place in his heart.
Child Emperor would then pop up at Saitama's apartment soon after, his curiosity of the bald man fueling his urgency. Child Emperor suggested that they clear a drug ring that's set itself up in city E. Agreeing to his idea, both heroes ventured forth to the technologically-driven, and incredibly dangerous city E. Once there, they soon found some of the drug ring's local operations, and made quick work of them. A swift punch and a backpack-sized missile were solid answers to the situation.
Within an afternoon's timeframe, they picked up on the drug ring's main base of operations. And by nightfall, they cleared them out in extremely gaudy fashion. Though it did get a bit hairy when one of the drug leaders managed to capture Child Emperor, it was quickly handled by Saitama kicking his ass, and carrying Child Emperor on his back for the rest of the night. With explosions going off everywhere, bad guys being blown away, and all types of gunfire and lasers being used, Child Emperor felt like he was in the middle of a manga, specifically the one he compared Saitama to. Feeling giddy from how cool Saitama was during the whole time, Child Emperor lost track of time. He was then left feeling disappointed when they had to part ways after they tidied up everything at the end.
By the next day, Child Emperor came back in the early morning, carrying what seemed to be a set of clothes. Looking at him with a curious face, Child Emperor could only smirk, as he revealed to Saitama a costume from the battle manga {Riders of Justice!}, an age-old classic of battle manga. Saitama immediately recognized the costume of the Black Rider, the lone anti-hero that would sometimes help the main group in defeating the evil organization, but was always vague and mysterious. He was always Saitama's favorite character in that series, since he only relied on his fists to fight. He also liked that whenever the Black Rider showed up, shit would get done, period. None of that annoying cliffhanger shit, or moral dilemmas would ever happen when the Black Rider was in the issue.
With starry eyes, Saitama complimented Child Emperor's costume, saying it really looked like the Black Rider's. Child Emperor felt embarrassed, but happy at the same time, since he made the costume himself. Saitama was beyond impressed, going as far as hugging the child to show how cool the costume was. Flustered for the first time in his life, Child Emperor didn't know what to do, so he simply let Saitama hug him, although he felt hot in the face as he did so. Child Emperor then asked him to address by his name, while asking him to put it on the costume. Saitama could only look at him dumbfoundedly.
He had a chance to look like the Black Rider? There was only one acceptable answer really, and it was answered by Saitama immediately putting on the costume, his expectations high. Child Emperor, now Shoten, could only watch Saitama put on his creation, his breath held for some reason. But once Saitama was done, the way he looked was so cool, Shoten couldn't help but jump at him, his eyes bright with adoration. Saitama caught him effortlessly, his mind also hyped up from wearing the costume.
Standing before Shoten was the Black Rider, his costume a full 1-to-1 realization to the manga's version. The Black Rider was intimidating by design, his outfit making him look big and tough. What sold the look were the modified, black pauldrons, along with the fearsome, black visor that stretched beyond the Black Rider's head piece. But the most gaudy piece of the costume was the shoulder cape that ran down from the right shoulder. The costume was built to Saitama's frame, while also being durable enough to withstand most forms of attack that Saitama experiences on a daily basis.
Shoten told Saitama that he made the costume for him, since he reminded him of the Black Rider. Feeling bad that he was given such an incredible gift, Saitama came up with the idea to hang out with Shoten the whole day dressed up in it. With excited eyes, Shoten agreed, and the two of them spent the day together. Shoten would be seen riding on Saitama's shoulders, while Saitama had to fend off the horde of fans that flocked to him. Apparently, Shoten's costume was so faithful to the source material, avid fans of the manga came out in full force to admire the craftsmanship. The day was full of chaos, and Shoten laughed the whole time. The day ended with Saitama giving Shoten his number, while thanking him again for such an awesome costume. It also goes without saying that Shoten gave him his vote of confidence.
[Bang: Silver Fang's Visit]
Although finally retired from the hero business, Bang thought his input should prove sufficient enough to help out young Saitama's promotion. The first chance he got, Bang immediately gave Saitama his vote of confidence, stating he was a man that deserved it more than anyone. But after he had done it, he decided he should at least make use of the days.
Appearing at Saitama's apartment, Bang asked him to join him for a class session. Agreeing to the request, Saitama walked back with Bang all the way to his dojo. Once there, Bang then instructed him to throw a punch he would usually throw at a monster. Shrugging at the request, Saitama threw a half assed punch in the wind, a plume of air following soon after. Bang merely scoffed, not holding back from criticizing Saitama's form.
Saitama got a little annoyed from the lecturing, but knew it came from a good place. Bang then asked Saitama to throw a more serious punch. Sighing at the request, Saitama focused up, and put a little more effort into this punch. With decent form, and an image of a tanktop goon, Saitama threw out a decent punch, a vast difference in power being apparent. The punch was so much stronger, the mountain that the dojo was on shook from the recoil. Smirking to himself, Bang then demonstrated how to throw a quality punch, one that would double his power, while halving the recoil. After a few demonstrations, Bang asked Saitama to recreate it.
Like before, Saitama just sighed, knowing that this wasn't going to change anything. But as a good friend, Saitama just listened, and did what he was asked. Doing his best to follow the demonstrations that Bang showed him prior, Saitama focused in, and punched with Bang's form. This surprised him however, as he felt a difference in quality. It felt good throwing that punch, but not just that, his shoulder didn't feel funny after throwing it. However, Saitama failed to see the damage his punch did.
Though it was nowhere near a serious punch, Saitama's new form-driven punch had obliterated half of the neighboring mountain that was a 100 miles out. Bang could only smile, as his inner teacher blazed to life. Saitama had managed to perfectly throw a punch he had just seen, imagine if he could learn his martial arts? He would literally become the strongest martial artist in the world, and history. Facing back to Saitama, he asked if he felt differently when throwing that punch, and to his surprise, Saitama said yes.
Though he still didn't really understand martial arts that much, he knew well enough that the punch he just threw felt better than any punch he had thrown before. If he could throw another good punch like that, then maybe there was some merit to martial arts to it after all. Bang's smile only grew, and asked if Saitama was up for any more lessons in the future. And like music to his ears, Saitama said yes, so long it was as easy as Bang made it out to be. The day ended with them throwing mock punches, and form retention. Unknowingly to him, Saitama had gotten much stronger from that day, much to his misfortune.
[Kamikazee: Atomic Samurai's Visit]
Atomic Samurai always wanted to take a crack at Saitama ever since he first saw him. All the way back, before the time of Boros the Conqueror, Atomic Samurai always wondered why a man like Saitama was invited to attend such an important meeting among the strongest heroes beforehand. And now, after all that time, he came to a realization, the man was strong himself. So like any man worth his salt, Atomic Samurai wanted to take a fair shot at him, to which Saitama agreed nonchalantly.
Saitama would then bring Atomic Samurai to the area he once had a spar with Genos, that being a large mountain range next to a forest. Saitama then started off the fight with a form-driven punch, blowing up a poor mountain side to pieces. Not long after, large pieces of mountain started to break off, or cut up, evidence of the two heroes' power. Both heroes took wide swings at each other, with Atomic Samurai easily dodging the punches Saitama threw, while Saitama simply moved away from where the man cut at. They went at it for hours, with none of them feeling tired at all. In fact, they found each other enjoying this elegant dance of punching and cutting. It was like there was subtle tempo in their attacks, one where both heroes followed instinctively. As a result, the once massive mountain range was starting to become more plain-like in appearance.
The fight ended with Saitama catching Atomic Samurai's katana between his fingers, but not before the man had a chance to cut his cape in fine pieces. With an acknowledging chuckle, Atomic Samurai then sheathed his katana, and introduced himself properly to Saitama. Having proved himself strong, Atomic Samurai thought it appropriate to finally introduce himself, after the promise he made with him all that time ago. Saitama merely laughed, and said it was nice to finally meet him. The men ended the day with a hearty handshake, and left the mountain range in disrepair. For years to come, that mountain range would be known as the Great Planes as a result of their sparring.
The next day came with Atomic Samurai, now Kamikazee, showing up at Saitama's apartment with two fishing rods. He said that they were going on a simple fishing trip, accompanied by a boat load of sake. Kamikazee mentioned that nothing brings men closer than fishing and alcohol, and Saitama couldn't agree more with that idea. Following him to the great lakes of city K, Saitama and Kamikazee found that their boat was already occupied by Bang, who was peacefully fishing. Shaking his head in an understanding manner, Kamikazee apologized to Saitama, saying that Bang would usually join him fishing at random.
Saitama merely brushed it off, saying he'd be more than willing to fish with all three of them if need be. Happy that he was understanding, Kamikzee hailed Bang, to which he hailed him back. Surprised to see Saitama here, Bang just smiled, enjoying the fact that he could fish with him. The day passed slowly, but it didn't trouble any of them, as they spent it casually talking about life, work, and bullshit that annoyed them. It was a very enjoyable day, as all three men happily drank sake and spoke about their troubles. The day ended with them agreeing to do this more often. Kamikzee then gave Saitama his contact information, along with his vote of confidence, happy he was the real deal.
[Tatsumaki: Terrible Tornado's Visit]
Tatsumaki didn't even need to say anything to the H.A. Since it was her idea to promote Saitama to begin with. Still, she wasn't going to waste the opportunity to boss Baldy around all day. So like a mischievous vixen, Tatsumaki showed up at Saitama's apartment, fully prepared to make his life a living hell for the day. Well, she was going to ruin his day, but that idea flew out the window once Saitama greeted her at the door. As it was, she was rendered helpless against his laid back demeanor, and dopey smile. Everything that involved ruining his day somehow left her mind, as the only thought she had now was just spending the day with him.
But since she didn't have any real plans, Tatsumaki just floated at the door with a cute pout, her arms crossed squarely at her chest. Saitama picked up on her fidgeting, and suggested another session of stress relief. With wide eyes, Tatsumaki immediately agreed, but in a way that didn't show her being so eager. Relieved that they were able to come up with a plan, Saitama brought her back to the deserts near city M. With a series of light stretches, and afternoon's worth of snarky insults, the two heroes began their stress relief.
Little known fact, Tatsumaki and Saitama had been having these "stress relief sessions" on a regular basis over the course of three months. Turns out Tatsumaki really enjoyed the stress relief, so much so, she practically forced Saitama to do them with her on a regular basis. As a result of the sessions, numerous heroes and H.A. staff have reported that Tatsumaki's mood had significantly improved. Nowadays, she could hold down a conversation with most people, though her haughty attitude was still present. Who would have thought that Saitama could calm down the raging tornado that was Tatsumaki?
But as of today, this particular session had gone on for over 12 hours, making it their longest session yet. Saitama of course reigned supreme, while Tatsumaki was seen on the ground, comically exhausted, scuffed up, and ass on fire. As a result of such a long fight, the desert was left in an apocalyptic state. It was riddled with countless trails of scorched earth, a plethora of deep fissures that spanned for miles, entire mountains that were grounded into plains of gravel, and enough craters that would make the moon blush. To say the desert was destroyed was a massive understatement, but since it was such a remote area, no one would really care if it was.
Saitama could be seen smiling genuinely, as he did some deep stretches, and took some well deserved deep breaths. Another great workout, and all it cost him was slapping a cute esper's ass. Tatsumaki on the other hand was embarrassed to no end, as she not only lost to Baldy again, she was met with those heinous spanks. Sure, she ran her mouth the whole time they fought, but did he really need to spank her that hard?
Today would mark her 100th loss in a row, a stinging reminder that she still had a long way to go in order to beat Baldy. Laying down on the ground, ass up in front of Saitama, she was then asked if she wanted to come over for a late dinner. Sighing, Tatsumaki tiredly agreed, but told Saitama that she couldn't fly, due to all of the exhaustion from today, along with the pain from her ass. Chuckling softly, Saitama then easily picked up Tatsumaki in his arms, bridal-style, all to the esper's embarrassment (and immense satisfaction). Saitama offered her to stay over for the night as well, considering it was way too late for her to go back home now. Cutely grunting, Tatsumaki just turned her nose up, but to Saitama, he took it as her agreeing. The day ended with Tatsumaki staying over at his place, and a torrent of insults aimed directly at his head.
The next day started with a sleepy Tatsumaki floating lazily in Saitama's apartment, the only thing on her person being one of his T-shirts. A few hours prior, she asked if she could use the shower, along with the washing machine so she could clean her clothes; And like a gentleman, Saitama said sure. But that left Tatsumaki with nothing to wear, but was quickly answered when Saitama causally threw a black T-shirt at her face, making the esper grunt in appreciation. The two would then sit down at his couch, and surf the channels to see if anything was worth watching that morning.
For Tatsumaki, this was by far the most comfortable she's felt in a very long time. Being able to just sit down and relax was next to impossible for her. But for some reason, she's able to lower her guard whenever she's with Baldy. As for Saitama, it was just another day for him with the esper. However, upon taking a closer look at Tatsumaki, he'd found himself staring a bit longer than he usually did. Something about seeing the esper being so calm in the moment really helped out her looks. And by his own admission, he would say Tatsumaki did look cute in this specific moment.
Although she was a massive pain in the ass most of the time, Saitama admits it's never a boring moment whenever Tatsumaki paid him a visit at his place. Visits that have been increasing rapidly as of late. It's gotten so frequent, Tatsumaki could be seen flying in and out of his apartment almost everyday of the week this month alone. At first, Saitama was heavily opposed to it, but after the 8th time she barged into his apartment, he gave up and asked her to not break any more of his shit than she had to. And from that one decision, Saitama and Tatsumaki found themselves unexpectedly growing closer.
With a sigh, Saitama would then place a free hand on the esper's head, to which Tatsumaki would then position herself infront of him. She would lay down on him, then cutely grunt, signaling Saitama to do the usual, which was a gentle massage for her head. Without a second thought, Saitama did just that, and the two of them would lay there on the couch, enjoying each other's company. Saitama found a decent enough movie on the TV, and after an hour of watching, Tatsumaki was sound asleep again.
The rest of the day was just them hanging out with each other. Tatsumaki would never admit it, but the past three months had been some of the best moments of her life. And it was with Baldy, of all people. With a grunt, along with a satisfying slap to the top of Saitama's head, Tatsumaki gave him her vote of confidence, with a cute pout to boot.
[Hirou: Blast's Visit]
Unbeknownst to the other heroes of the H.A. Blast had decided to partake in the little proposal brought forth by Child Emperor. Even though he knew that Saitama didn't need his approval, Blast figured that this would be a nice break in his never-ending battle with G.O.D. Blast also knew that he couldn't actually give his vote of confidence in the traditional way, so he would have to inform Sir Agoni in a way only he knew how. Blast then warped in Saitama's apartment some time later. The moment he entered it, he waved a free hand towards the bald man, who just as easily waved one back.
After the whole incident with Garou, Blast met up with Saitama again, and the both of them had hit off. Unknown to the other heroes, Saitama and Blast had become pretty good friends over time. Somehow, both of them just seemed to understand each other on a fundamental level, and it was honestly refreshing for the two of them. Blast was always surrounded by incredibly loud, gaudy, and quite frankly, arrogant coworkers. So when he learned Saitama was so laid back, it was a very welcome change for him. Blast had also taken Saitama to the 4th dimension at some point, and the both of them had fun just fucking around in 4-D.
On this visit however, Blast decided that they would do some hero work. Saitama just nodded his head, and in a blink of an eye, both heroes left the 3rd dimension, and stepped into the 4th one. A full day of fighting the avatars of G.O.D. followed, with Blast and Saitama laughing the whole time they fought. The day ended with them appearing back in the 3rd dimension, and in Saitama's apartment again. They would then fist bump, with Blast going back to the 4th dimension to continue his work.
The next day was far more relaxed, as Blast asked Saitama to meet up with him at an old bar that he used to hole up at. Upon arrival, the two were greeted by the owner, who merely snickered once he saw Blast. With a tired smile, he waved them off, saying that the drinks were on the house for them today. Saitama and Blast would then pass the time by sharing their past with one another over drinks, both of them surprising each other by what the other had to say. Saitama learned a lot about Blast during this time, even getting to know his real name. He also had the chance to hear about how Blast and Tatsumaki had history. Meanwhile, Blast, now Hirou, learned that Saitama was a normal guy just a few years ago.
Upon learning Saitama's backstory, Hirou began to laugh hysterically. It was just so ridiculously stupid, Hirou just couldn't help himself, especially the part when he lost his hair. Laughing until he was shedding tears, Hirou had to calm himself down. Saitama on the other hand told him he'd call Tatsumaki over if he kept it up. Both men would then laugh, slinging and arm on each other, before leaving the bar in high spirits. Though Saitama never had to earn it, Hirou still gave his vote of confidence, preparing a special letter to Agoni, before leaving to fight in the 4th dimension once more.
Back to the present…
The three months had passed by in a flash, with Saitama forming solid bonds with his newly acquired friends during that time. Sure, all of them had their quirks, and by all means not normal. But hell, if they were able to put up with him at all, meant maybe they weren't so bad. It was this mindset that pushed everyone so hard to get Saitama his new rank. Here they found a chill guy who was honestly screwed over by their own organization, and for some of the dumbest shit possible. And now, after getting to know him on a personal level, It only pissed off the S-Class heroes even more. To them, Saitama was one of the coolest guys around. That, and him being one of the strongest people in the world, if not the strongest.
And that's where we're at right now. While Saitama had stated numerous times that he didn't really care about rank and stuff, everyone wouldn't hear it. Saitama deserved to be recognized for his strength and efforts, and they weren't going to let his damn modesty hold him back anymore.
Presently, we find the majority of the S-Class heroes arguing with the H.A. Staff, for what seemed like the 10,000th time. Seated at a large conference table, yelling was starting to take place. A couple of S-Class heroes couldn't attend the meeting due to obligations and constraints, while one hero in particular didn't want to come at all, that one hero being Saitama. Joining the table were a large number of high clearance H.A. staff, and a select few higher ups. The divide was staggering, as the H.A. staff were voicing their concerns, while the heroes were trying to vouch for Saitama's promotion. Voices could be heard arguing loudly against one another at the conference table, as another round of discussions began.
"Are you guys seriously this fucking stupid?! Let Saitama join us already! We've wasted too much time on this shit as it is!" Bad's voice was loud and angry. Why the hell weren't they convinced about the old chrome dome already? The man had kicked a freaking island's worth of land to space, what more evidence do you need about someone?
"I agree with Bad, I find it highly illogical that you're still refusing to put him in S-Class." Drive Knight said with a sigh, extremely tired of the same conversation that everyone's been having for the past three months.
"Logic doesn't even apply to what you're saying about Caped Baldy! I refuse to believe that a bald idiot in a mustard costume could do the things he did!" A woman employee said in a shrill voice.
"What Jula-san said! That guy looks too casual to be as strong as your video suggests!" A man's voice rang out.
"Yep, totally agree with you Yanahei! The video you heroes provided must've been edited! Why else would Caped Baldy be able to do the things he did?!" Another woman spoke up, earning a glare from Child Emperor.
"I dunno, maybe because he's actually that strong? Ever think of that, hmm?" Atomic Samurai said angrily, trying very hard not to be aggravated, and failing miserably at it.
"Yeah, I'm calling bullshit on that." A nameless HA staff shouted out, making Atomic Samurai sigh in frustration.
"Are you saying we've doctored our own footage from the drones Prof. Bofoi and I built, Ms. Fenno?" Child Emperor spoke in an agitated tone, baffled at the H.A.s' idiocy.
"Hit the nail right on the head Child Emperor-san! That's what I, and a lot of other people have been saying for the past few months!" Fenno yelled, joined in by Jula and Yanahei.
"Oh for the love of- Can't you people open your fucking eyes already?! There's no point in them editing the video anyway! For what reason do they need to fake the actions done by chrome dome, huh?!" Bad yelled again, standing up from where he sat, wielding his bat aggressively. He had had enough of the bullshit that the H.A. has been throwing at them. Raising a hand, Bad looked over to see a heavy set man who was dressed nicely.
"Youthful vigor, and a nice, healthy dole up of the stuff. Son, you make men my age jealous. But right now, you need to ease up on the attitude. This whole thing is supposed to be a civil discussion. Remember, we're all here to ascertain the true merits of Caped Baldy. You have to understand that we're hard pressed to comply with Tornado's request as of now. So please, rein it in until we've sorted this whole mess out, alright?" The man said, smiling heartily towards the young hero.
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Bad sat back down in his chair, his bat resting at his side. Nothing he can do when Boss Agoni speaks up. Yet, he was still pissed off as hell. What was so hard to understand that Saitama did everything all by himself? There was literally nothing to gain to fake this shit, so what was their deal? Were they really that stupid, or was there another, underlying reason for all this bullshit? Bad sat in his seat, stewing over his inner thoughts. He then faced over towards Agoni when he spoke up again.
"Now then, since we're all here for the 12th time this week alone, I need to point this out. This has been a colossal waste of time for everyone. I'll be frank, I'm quite tired of these shenanigans, and by the same breath, tired of this bullshit. I am also under the impression that the majority of the people here agree with me. So going off that, this will be the last time I will allocate time and resources on this matter, so let's get this over with." Agoni spoke with a straight face, his ball-chin looking stoic, his mustache pristine and gleaming with pride. Everyone at the table nodded with relief, all too happy this madness was finally coming to an end.
"I'll begin this clown circus with my thoughts. Frankly speaking, Caped Baldy, also known as Saitama, should be put in the S-Class rank 3." Agoni said easily, immediately getting three responses from the three residential H.A. staff members.
"But sir, Caped Baldy couldn't have done what he did! And even if he did, It'd be bad news if such a lame looking guy were to be accepted in the upper echelons!" Jula spoke vehemently, not picking up the dirty looks from the S-Class heroes.
"I agree with Jula-san! Caped Baldy should provide first hand proof of the feats he is capable of! Only then will we agree to put him in S-Class." Yanahei said with crossed arms, stupefied that they were still arguing over something so stupid.
"To be honest, I'm surprised that Caped Baldy is in A-Class altogether. With how bad the rumors are around him, I figure he's more trouble than he's worth." Fenno chimed in, making the other H.A. stuff seated with them shake their heads in agreement.
At that moment, a mechanical hand slammed on the table. Spooking the H.A. Staff, they looked over to see a completely agitated cyborg giving off trails of steam. If the newly made hole in the table wasn't telling, then the smoke coming off his head was. Genos was angry as hell. He then eyed Agoni with serious eyes, his voice hot like a furnace.
"I have been very patient with everyone here, Agoni sir. But I am very close to just incinerating the staff. There's only so much they can say about my Sensei before I erase them with fire." Genos said dangerously, eyeing the H.A. staff with fiery mirth. The HA staff merely smirked back, knowing that Demon Cyborg wouldn't lay a finger on them. However, Agoni wasn't about to let them off the hook.
"Don't kill my staff, Demon Cyborg. They may have a mouth on them, but they make sure our cities are watched over. That being said however, we can't let them think they're untouchable. For their petty comments, they're all required to do 100 hours of community service starting tomorrow. As for the service, they'll be assisting in city restoration efforts." Agoni said with a smile, watching as the H.A. staff pale at his words.
"But Agoni sir-" Was all they could say, before the man raised a hand towards them.
"Nope, I won't hear complaints from those who speak of others distastefully. Ain't nothing worth hearing from'em anyway. If you have a problem, take it up with the loud mouths in your group." Agoni said with a cheeky tone, looking hard at Jula, Yanahei, and Fenno especially. He then watched in satisfaction as half of H.A. staff were starting to let off comical tears.
"Community service ain't too bad, but city restoration sir? That's one of the worst jobs to do!" One of the H.A. staff yelled out. However, it would only serve to make Agoni chuckle.
"Of course it is. Someone needs to rebuild the world that our heroes save after all. It's only right that the ones that didn't have the strength to protect it, put all their efforts into rebuilding it afterwards." Agoni spoke solemnly, making the H.A. staff quiet.
"Anyways, for the matter of making Saitama an S-Class hero, I still believe we should make him rank 3. While I find the video you've provided more than convincing, as a man with superhuman capabilities, he's still just a man." Agoni spoke easily, making the majority of the S-Class nod their heads in agreement.
"Yeah, sounds good to me. So long as that guy is seated with us, I'm all for it. Can't have that strength go to waste." Tanktop Master said with a smile. Agoni nodded his head to his words.
"Yep, put that Baldy where he belongs, among the strong." Atomic Samurai said with a smirk, remembering Saitama catching his katana a few days ago. Who knew that guy can still function normally after downing 5 bottles of sake with him.
"Mhmm, I'd be happy to acknowledge that guy as a fellow member. Heck, that guy's stronger than me, wouldn't make sense having him lower than me." Darkshine said with a thumbs up, remembering what happened a couple of days ago.
Darkshine threw a surprise punch at Baldy while they were out lifting weights. Only for Saitama to catch his punch easily. Smirking at the sight, Darkshine then threw a barrage of fists, only for the Baldy to block them all with no effort at all. Laughing heartily, Darkshine then patted Saitama on the back, wholly impressed with his ability. He also apologized for interrupting the lifting, to which Saitama only chuckled, saying it'd be weird for him to not expect something like that from him.
"Of course he belongs with the strong. And soon he'll be the strongest after my tutelage." Flash said casually, getting a frown from Bang, and a smirk from Atomic Samurai.
"I thought we've cleared all misunderstandings, Flash. We all agreed that I teach young Saitama in the ways of the fist." Bang said with a questioning voice, only for Atomic Samurai to chime in.
"Yeah about that, I've already asked Saitama if he'd like to know a thing or two about sword swinging, and he said yeah. So too bad for the both of you, hah hah!" Atomic Samurai said with a wide smirk, noticing the deadly aura around Flash and Bang.
"Are you kidding me, Atomic Samurai/Kamikaze?! You conniving/opportunistic bastard/drunkard!" Flash and Bang said in unison, both standing up in anger against Atomic Samurai, who only smirked harder.
"Antics aside, he should be placed in S-Class at least, Agoni. Just think about how much time we could save by enabling him to dispatch high level threats in an instant." Bofoi reasoned out, already surrounded by used up water bottles.
"Hmm, good point Prof. Bofoi, but can he reach those threats in a timely manner? Take Tornado for instance, she can fly. I wonder what he can do to compensate." Agoni said, his common sense surfacing. Genos then perked up at the question.
"Sensei can run twice as fast as Flash on a bad day. And on the days he's feeling normal, Sensei could outrun light itself. So you don't need to worry about him being late. In fact, he always has a knack for arriving on time." Genos said with a straight face, making Flash frown, though everyone just ignored him.
"Alright, as of now, Saitama, also known as Caped Baldy, can run faster than light, immune to Tornado's, and presumably any esper's powers, and has strength that goes beyond imagination. Is there anything else that we know of him?" Agoni said easily, summarizing the entirety of what Saitama is capable of.
"Uh, he's also a stickler for cash. Saitama-bro doesn't like spending money, so he's usually frugal on most things." King added, coughing lightly into his hand.
"Oh is he now? A man that can level mountains and topple cities if he so chooses, and yet he does his best to hold onto what money he has. Why, that very idea sounds completely idiotic, only shrouded by the fact that it sounds completely hilarious." Agoni started, chuckling softly at a mental image that took shape in his mind. It consisted of a poorly drawn Saitama haggling an old shopkeeper over a bag of fruits and vegetables.
Picking up on Agoni's comment, the three vocal H.A. employees started to become animated again.
"See?! Even Sir Agoni can't contain his laughter from how stupid this all is! Let's just all agree that Caped Baldy should just stay where he's at, and let him earn his way like everyone else!" Yanahei spoke passionately, he was about to keep talking, before he caught a stern look from Agoni.
"I don't appreciate other people talking for me, Youngin'. Learn some tact, before you earn your fellow co-workers another 100 hours of community service." Agoni spoke sternly, immediately causing Yanahei to shut up. Clearing his throat, Agoni spoke up once again.
"As I was saying, should that sentence come from any other person, I'd find them either funny, or a prankster. But to hear it from you of all people, King. Well, I'm just going to have to believe it." Agoni spoke with a smile, nodding his head towards King. This caused the majority of the H.A. staff to sigh deeply, while King only grunted in response.
"Anything else I need to know about our man of the hour?" Agoni spoke loudly among the table, causing the other S-Class heroes present to add a thing or two about him.
"He's just a pretty cool dude in general. He's also easy to work with. He can't hit shit with a gun though, hehe." Zombiewoman spoke with a giggle, remembering Saitama's distraught face every time he missed the shooting range targets.
*At the same time she said this, Saitama let out a loud sneeze where he was at.*
"He's got a fighter's spirit! Chrome dome can throw down with the best of them, and come out on top, always!" Bad spoke with shimmering eyes, itching to fight Saitama again.
"Sensei is the strongest there is. He's also the best hero I've ever had the privilege to learn from. Anything lower than S-Class is an insult to such a great man." Genos spoke calmly, all too eager to earn his teacher's well deserved recognition, even if the teacher himself didn't care about it.
"Though I'm retired now, I'm more than happy to see Young Saitama take my previous spot in the H.A. Let's let the youngsters have a turn now." Bang said with a soft smile, remembering that he and Saitama had a lesson scheduled later on in the week.
"Though he can be a bit of a jackass, he's more than capable of sitting in with the rest of us S-Class heroes. The fact that he isn't with us at all is nonsense." King spoke with confidence, his voice rumbling the cores of the H.A. Staff.
"He's good company when food's involved. The guy is also surprisingly relatable." Pig God said with a nod, chowing down on three 10x sized burgers.
"He has a certain charm to him that none can match. He's also a big softie at heart, totally my type!" PP-Pri said with a smile, irking a certain undead woman in the room for some reason.
"He's a great guy, wearing a tanktop the way he does warrants it." Tanktop Master said with a smirk, giving a thumbs up to Agoni as he spoke.
"Saitama has a certain depth to him that betrays his plain features. I say we let him in S-Class, so we may uncover more of his personality." Bofoi spoke candidly, used up water bottles scattered throughout the conference room.
"I don't like to sing the praises of others, but Saitama is indeed strong. Promote him already." Drive Knight said with a monotone voice.
"As much as I hate to admit it, Saitama is incredibly fast. Both in his urgency, and agency. Surprisingly, he also has good taste in music." Flash said with a grunt, remembering just now that he had to return a few CD's back to him.
"He's also really cool! I'm sure he can drum up hype if he were to put some effort in it!" Child Emperor spoke excitedly, remembering the time Saitama took him to the moon, though that was another story entirely.
"The man also has muscles that can be trusted, a hard thing to have if I'm being real here. He's also an honest guy that works on himself earnestly, so it'd be a shame not to acknowledge his efforts." Darkshine said while flexing, eager to arm wrestle the man again.
"And you gotta remember, he's the only guy we know that can keep up with Tornado. He's also the only guy we know that can keep her in check if she gets too riled up." Atomic Samurai added, making all the S-Class heroes present nod in agreement.
Looking at all of the heroes vouch for Saitama made Agoni smile inwardly. He had never seen them so eager, nor had he ever seen them agree on one thing. But if they were able to wrap their heads around this one request, who the hell was he to say to no?
"Mmm, good. Your comments paint a picture of a man that is quite capable in virtually anything. Although I've already come to a decision awhile ago, one of your colleagues had made a personal recommendation of Saitama as well." Agoni said, making the H.A. staff shiver from what was going to happen next.
"With your words, along with his, I'm happy to say that I approve of Saitama's promotion! Starting today, he will now be in S-Class, Rank 3!" Agoni beamed, the S-Class heroes overjoyed that they were able to get Saitama promoted.
*At the same time, Saitama let out another sneeze where he was at. He wondered if he was coming down with something.*
"B-But sir, Caped Bald—" Was all Jula could say, before being met with a grave look from Agoni.
"I will no longer hear it from the peanut gallery. Too much time has already been wasted on this matter. All of the S-Class heroes before you, along with those that aren't here, have personally vouched for Saitama's promotion. If that isn't evident enough for his rise in rank, I don't know what else is." Agoni spoke with fire in his voice, wondering why his staff was so adamant in not letting Saitama rise to S-Class.
"Your clear disdain for Saitama is highly suspicious. If you could indulge me, why don't you want this man in S-Class?" Agoni questioned, his gaze looming over the H.A. Staff. He was met with downcast faces, and tense silence appeared.
A good minute of heavy silence took place. Though they were quiet for the duration, the three vocal H.A. Employees all answered in unison.
"IT'S BECAUSE HES SO FUCKING LAME!" The three of them belted, before the room was alight with noise.
"Who the fuck wants a guy named Caped Baldy be in S-Class?! Do you understand how fucking lame that shit sounds?!" Jula said vehemently, her eyes bloodshot from how stupid this all was.
"Not only that, he's so fucking boring to look at! That guy's face could be drawn in under 20 fucking seconds! It would ruin the whole S-Class image if we put him there!" Yanahei said, slamming his fist onto the conference table.
"We, the H.A. Staff, simply cannot abide by your decision, Agoni sir! Caped Baldy will stay in his rank, until further notice—" Was all Fenno could say, before a massive shake was felt.
The moment the Fenno was about to finish her statement, Saitama could be seen crashing into the conference hall, a massive hole following behind him. From the hole, a cute esper appeared, her voice calling out to him in a haughty tone.
"Oi, stop messing around, Baldy! Come back here and fight me! Today is the day you lose, so come over here already!" Tatsumaki shouted, only just now picking up they were in the meeting room that she was asked to attend today, but refused.
She looked at them in her chibi form, before uttering a small What's up, Nerds. She was then met with a torrent of terrified looks from the H.A. staff. On the flip side, she was given a number of waves from the S-Class heroes. She waved back to them, a small smile on her face. She then diverted her attention to a mound of rubble that shifted back and forth. From it, a dusty Saitama in black shorts, and a comical white t-shirt saying Egg Drop Soup rose, his face contorted in annoyance.
"I told you before to not blast me through buildings. You're gonna get someone hurt if you keep this up, Tatsumaki." Saitama sternly scolded, getting a cute Hmph!*¹ as a response.
Saitama then looked around him, seeing a bunch of his friends, and boss sitting at a table. He met them with the most casual face he could muster, earning him a round of chuckles and snickers.
"Sup guys. Hope Tatsumaki and I aren't interrupting anything important." Saitama said casually, Tatsumaki lazily floating next to him.
"Oh, nothing at all. We're just simply discussing your promotion." Agoni said with a straight face, choosing to ignore that H.A. Staff's heated gaze.
"Oh, that's cool. I don't really need it though, boss." Saitama said honestly, failing to pick up the deadpan faces of the S-Class heroes, or the dumbfounded looks of the H.A. staff.
"Please, that's utter nonsense Saitama. Anyway, I'm happy to say you're now in S-Class, specifically Rank 3. So congratulations are in order, young man. From a boss's perspective, I'm happy to say, Good Job. Well done, Saitama." Agoni spoke casually, giving Saitama the thumbs up.
"Oh, that's nice to hear. Uh, thanks boss, I appreciate it. Though I didn't really need it." Saitama said with a dopey smile, the S-Class heroes finally satisfied the moment the decision was made.
"Cool, now can we get back to fighting?" Tatsumaki said cutely in her chibi form, making Saitama sigh tiredly.
With a deep breath, Saitama stanced himself up, before delivering a massive punch at the esper, which was met with a stupidly strong shield. It resulted in her being blown out of the room in record time. Another massive hole was made on the wall, with Saitama moving towards it. But before he jumped through it, he looked towards the group, who only watched him with a straight face.
"We still on for OPEN later tonight, Oki?" Saitama asked Pig God, who merely nodded his head, shoving another cheeseburger in his mouth.
"Nice. Alright, see you guys whenever." Saitama said casually, before jumping out from the hole, and chased after Tatsumaki.
Every H.A. staff employee who was there needed some time to process the information. Though for the S-Class, this was a normal occurrence for them whenever it involved Saitama. That man seemed to go with the flow, never realizing he was also the guy making the flow happen in the first place. But for the rest of them, seeing Saitama first hand had admittedly changed their opinion of him slightly.
"This room is on the 54th floor…" Jula thought to herself, remembering Saitama crashing into the room.
"He was fighting Tornado on equal ground, and scolded her…" Yanahei thought to himself, remembering Saitama reprimanding her.
"And Caped Baldy still went after her, after all that…" Fenno brought up in her mind, recalling Saitama punching Tornado out of the room.
Those three kept thinking to themselves, while Agoni simply spoke up to everyone else.
"So with that matter finally resolved, please update all hero registrars, websites, and information pertaining to good old Saitama here. And for Gods' sake, give him a name befitting his grandeur. Caped Baldy was your mess, it's only right you fix it." Agoni said matter-of-factly, finally able to conclude this topic.
"Alright, with everything addressed, I finally announce this meeting concluded. Thank you all for your hard work, and I look forward to everyone's growth and contributions. You are all dismissed!" Agoni said with a hearty tone, all too happy to end this nonsense.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, happy that it was all over. Agoni was the first to leave, needing to be brought somewhere else to address sponsorships and endorsers. Next where the H.A. staff, who were now needed in their respective stations. And lastly, the heroes were the ones to vacate the room, ready to get on with their day,
And so, Saitama had finally arrived in S-Class. But off in the distance, on the roof of another building, an individual with a set of binoculars could be seen. They were sitting comfortably on a lawn chair, stretching every once in awhile, their back aching a bit. They were able to catch the entire sequence of events first-hand. With a soft chuckle, the person in question just whistled in the air.
"Took them long enough to get you to S-Class, Baldy. Honestly, you should be placed in a class all on your own! Hope you're ready for our rematch, only this time, I'm gonna be the one that knocks you around silly! So get ready for me Saitama." The mysterious person spoke with a sinister chuckle, their silver hair pointed towards the sky, their black long sleeved shirt hugging their figure snugly.
At that moment, Saitama sneezed again. He really was wondering if he was coming down with something. Well, whatever it was, it would have to wait. He then placed an exhausted esper down on his knee, slapping her sternly on the ass, the esper moaning sensually under his strong touch. Yep, another successful stress relief session, by Saitama standards.
1* ~ A small nod to the story "Hmph!" by BonFireBoy (Recommended, and it's on going!)
Hello guys, sorry for the long upload. I have real life stuff that I do that kinda makes chapter uploads inconsistent like a mf. So I hope you put up with me. Wish you all the best, and I'll see you all in the next one!