"Where are the coupons?" Saitama called out, racing around the kitchen. He wasn't quite in a frenzy, but he was frantic to get there on time.

"They're in the second drawer beside the sink." Celera called back from her spot on the couch, listening to the latest news report, she didn't bother getting up to show him herself.

"Thanks!" Saitama called back, racing to the second drawer and grabbing them, sorting through them, and pocketing them. "You always cut these so neat."

Celera nodded. "I don't want the cashier to have a hard time."

Saitama considered it for a moment before shrugging.

He never put much thought into cutting out the coupons neatly, and the cashier never hassled him over how sloppy they were. Even if he was the only customer in there besides Yume and Goku, he never thought about what it must've been like to work behind the register when he came blitzing through the supermarket without any control.

He shrugged again. "Thanks Yume."

"Sure thing."

Goku chose that moment to walk behind Saitama with his trademark grin on his face. "Need me to come with you?"

Saitama thought about it. "We've been getting lots of bounties. I should be okay by myself."

Goku grinned, sorting through some coupons. "I want to get me a good deal."

"What about the monsters?" Celera asked, walking over towards Saitama with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I should be able to take them by myself."

Celera looked him over carefully, arching her brow. "Are you sure?"

Saitama smiled. "Positive."

"I'm going to watch the news report." Celera said, moving back on the couch.

Just then sirens began to go off.

It was a common thing in Z city.

"There's been multiple attacks in cities Z, Q, F, and E."

Celera got off the couch. "I'm coming with you guys."

Saitama was on his hundredth opponent. The monsters came attacking him in a chaotic frenzy. He met their charge with calm efficency, blocking four blows with a single sweep of his arm. He knocked the four attackers off balance, and he leapt in, punching the first one hard enough to send it flying back through a building meters away. He tangled and blocked the next three attackers limbs, sweeping, crossing, and snapping his arms out to reduce their attacks to little more than slaps.

The first one dived forward launching a kick, Saitama easily dodged the blow with a sweep of his foot, and he chambered his fist back and sent it forward, smashing in the chest cavity of his attacker and sending him flying backwards. The next two dived in after him, swinging, kicking, launching blasts of energy, doing anything they could do in order to defeat Saitama.

Saitama ducked, dodged, and blocked the blows as he raced across the cement, forcing the two into disadvantageous positions with each revolution of his sweeping arms. Finally they grew tired of the chase and tried to charge in again. Saitama however, was expecting the charge, and his fist rammed across the first alien's jaw, ricocheting its head off of the second alien's head, dispersing them in opposite directions.

Another two tried to tackle him, and Saitama, whirled his leg around, cracking it across the sternums as he completed his spin, a full three hundred and sixty degrees, splitting through their chest and spurting out blood. He couldn't afford to land on his feet, so the second he touched, he was already in movement, his fist rocketing through not just one, but four aliens at once, the velocity carried them through several buildings, the aliens screaming, Saitama struggling to pry his arm free.

Saitama wiped the blood from his chin and smirked slightly. "Not bad."

He slammed his feet into the first alien's gut, barreling him backwards into the other three, instantly sending them backwards through another building, blood and gore hitting the cement as Saitama pulled his fist clear from where it had been. The last three tried to tackle him in a last ditch effort, but he swept them at the ankle, twisting at his waist, his heel cracked off the first one's skull hard enough to crack it, and send it crashing into the last two, breaking their bodies as they rolled along the cement.

Celera and Goku landed beside him, brushing off their gi and looking around at the damage. Cars were turned over and split in half, boulders of cement were piled up like mountain slabs, and the street was covered in spider webbed cracks. The battle as short and fierce as it had been, left enough damage for the clean up crews to be occupied with for days.