City Z… Ghost Town Area… Saitama's Apartment… Night 1 of Recovery…

Fubuki jolted awake in the dead of the night, sweat dripping down her body. Yet, whenever she tried to sit up, it ended up hurting her back even worse, causing her to yell in the middle of the night. Fubuki stayed on her back as she breathed heavily…

She looked around and found her still in Saitama's apartment… She tried to take in a few breaths to control her breathing. Afterwards, she placed the back of her hand over her forehead.

"Just a dream… Just a… dream…" Fubuki thought to herself.

"Fubuki?" The voice of Saitama was heard. Fubuki looked to see where he was. Saitama was in light blue pajamas at the moment and had slept on a makeshift mattress for the moment. He was looking at her a little concerned.

"You alright?" Saitama asked, genuinely concerned. Fubuki laid her head back against the pillow.

"I'm sorry Saitama… I didn't mean to wake you…" Fubuki said. She took a few more inhales and exhales. They were a little more controlled and calmer than the last.

"I was already awake for a little bit. You were talking in your sleep for about thirty minutes," Saitama said calmly. Fubuki felt hot, almost like a bad fever of some kind. Her inhales and exhales didn't seem to stop. Saitama got up from the cushion mattress and walked over to Fubuki. He bent down and placed the back of his hand on her forehead. Sheesh, it was pretty warm… a little too warm. Fubuki laid there, exhausted and felt like she was dead.

"Feels like you have a fever, here, let me get something real quick," Saitama said as he stood up and proceeded into the kitchen. He grabbed an ice pack from his freezer. He used to use it before Saitama went bald. Now? He just keeps it in there because it costs money.

Saitama walked back over to Fubuki with the ice pack in his hand. He gently sat it on her forehead, letting the coldness touch her forehead and sooth it.

"Hold that there," Saitama said, obviously, Fubuki obliged as she held her hand on the ice pack. Yep, Fubuki felt dead at the moment.

"Thank you…" Fubuki said weakly and pathetically. Holy hell was this the worst. Saitama walked over to the TV and decided to just watch something until Fubuki had fallen asleep. He grabbed the remote and turned it on, he turned down the volume so it wasn't to disturb Fubuki from falling asleep.

"So, who's Tatsumaki?" Saitama asked casually. Fubuki flinched a little from Saitama saying that name. Fubuki kept silent and tried to figure out what to say.

"You were saying that name a lot while you were sleeping…" Saitama said, again, keeping it casual. Fubuki remained silent.

"I mean, it's none of my business really. If it's not something you really wanna talk about then you can-" "My sister,"

Saitama paused, he looked at Fubuki a little bit. He didn't turn his head too much but just enough to get a look at her.

"She's my older sister. She's an Esper, like me… but… leagues above me, and… She's the only family I have," Fubuki said, continuing with her explanation. Saitama remained curious about the conversation.

"Is she a hero, like you?" Saitama asked.

"Yes… She's the second ranked hero in the world, and one of the most powerful people I have ever known… Aside from you," Fubuki said. She kept the ice pack on her forehead, it felt like it was on fire. But, thanks to the ice pack, it wasn't quite as bad as before. Which in its right was a good thing.

"Wow, She must be really strong then," Saitama said. He turned back to the TV and watched it silently. Fubuki tried to relax a little and ease back. She looked up at the ceiling, staring into oblivion. Thinking, contemplating, and pondering on the dream she had.

"Wanna talk about the dream?" Saitama asked, curious if there was anything that Fubuki needed to get off her chest. Fubuki flinched slightly, she looked at Saitama without moving any part of her body. Her gaze met the ceiling once more…


Fubuki's Dream…

The Blizzard of Hell and the Blizzard Group walked down the street of a half destroyed city… bodies everywhere, fire and destruction at large… A heart throbbing rush of fear and adrenaline coursed through Fubuki as the more she walked, the more her fear grew. Dozens of heroes' corpses were all over the place… Some were in pieces, some had lost their limbs.

Fubuki kept walking, with her group following in tow. She could not make out their expressions nor their emotions, but frankly, she was too focused on the threat at large. She had never been here before, and this had never happened either. But, A Monster was running loose in this area.

Suddenly, something with an insane speed zoomed past Fubuki, her eyes widened in shock… And from behind, she felt something splash against her back… no… not just her back… The entire backside of her body was just hit by some kind of thick liquid. Some of this thick liquid even managed to get on her hands and her cheeks. Fubuki's adrenaline grew sharply stronger and heavier. Her eyes filled with absolute dread. The Esper slowly turned her head to look at what was behind her…

And to her absolute terror, a mountain of corpses, all torn and shredded. The corpses of her underlings and allies… Her Group… Fubuki's mouth opened in terror, she tried to scream… but nothing came out of it. Standing on top of the remains of her underlings, was a tall, humanoid figure. It seemed to be male, it could almost be deciphered as a human… but the aura it gave off… was something beyond any monster she had encountered. He carried a sword in one hand, another resided on his back, holstered. His hair was a little spiky, but nothing too large. His body was covered with some sort of armor, black armor to be precise.

This figure slowly turned to look at Fubuki… And on his face, was a massive smile of razor-sharp teeth. And flaming glowing eyes with no pupils inside them. He pulled out his other katana and held it to his side. The blade nearly touched the ground.

Fubuki nearly collapsed out of fear, she wanted to turn and run… but the utter terror she felt… It felt… Impossible…

The figure, instead of dashing at her at an intense speed, simply walked towards her with his katanas out. The closer he got, the taller he seemed. Fubuki couldn't move, it felt like some strong force was keeping her from running or fighting back. Fubuki couldn't think. She couldn't use her powers. She could do nothing as this monster approached her.

The Figure came right up to her. His size proved to be far taller than Fubuki, he was at least 6' 3". The distance between him and her was by inches. Fubuki's fear engulfed her… she didn't know what to do… What could she do?!

The figure then slowly brought one of the katana blades straight to Fubuki's neck, the blade gently touching her neck. Fubuki still couldn't move. Her eyes widened even more… Her whole body was trembling and shaking… The figure gave a large smile. He then sliced the blade.

Nothing happened…

The Figure was gone, and she was left alone in the middle of the half-destroyed city.

Fubuki didn't feel anything hit her… But then, something fell in her hands. She looked down… her eyes widened even more… This time… It wasn't just fear that coursed through her.

What was in her hands… began to tear through her mind like a knife.

The decapitated head of The Tornado of Terror, Fubuki's Sister, was in her hands. Lifeless eyes, blood oozing out of the mouth. Fubuki's entire body was shaking. She tried to say her sister's name… yet, she couldn't hear herself speak.

Suddenly, a large and firm hand grabbed Fubuki's shoulder, then another hand grabbed her by the chin.

Fubuki's eyes looked behind her… and saw the Figure.

He said nothing, only smiled with a sinister grin. He then gently lifted her chin up to look towards the sky. And that was when she saw IT.

Staring at the moon, a humongous humanoid figure stood there. It may as well be the size of the moon itself. And it was looking right at her. Staring at her from so far away… yet, the danger felt insidiously close and at large. The figure behind her, brought out a black cube of some kind. He held it out in front of her, just a foot away from her chest. Fubuki stared at the cube, and then… she heard a voice.

"YOU SEEK POWER… YOU SEEK TO BE NUMBER ONE, TAKE MY HAND, CHILD, AND IT WILL BE YOURS," The Voice said, speaking with such authority and power. Fubuki stared at the cube, her gaze fixating on it closely… Her whole body trembled and quivered in utter terror. Fubuki was silent. Utterly silent.

Fubuki tried saying her sister's name… Trying to shout it in her mind. Trying to scream it out loud. Yet, nothing came out, she couldn't even hear herself.

"YOUR SISTER HAS ALWAYS BELITTLED YOU, DO YOU NOT SEEK TO GET HER AUTHORITY? HER STRENGTH? YOU WANT THE POWER TO LEVEL MOUNTAINS, CLAIM YOURSELF AS THE ONE ABOVE ALL, ALL THIS CAN BE YOURS, TAKE MY HAND… AND EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER DESIRED… WILL BE IN YOUR CLUTCHES," The Voice spoke again. Fubuki's expression grew even more fear struck. The temptation was growing stronger with each word the voice spoke. She tried to resist. Her eyes zoned in on the cube in front of her.

"Fubuki?! FUBUKI!? WHERE ARE YOU?! I've been trying to contact you for over twelve hours!" A familiar voice suddenly called out of nowhere. Fubuki flinched… Tatsumaki? What was happening?

"Hellllooooo? Earth to Fubuki, Earth to Fubuki? You haven't answered your damn phone?! At least tell me if you're in trouble!" Yep, that was definitely Tatsumaki. What was happening?!

"Tatsumaki?" Fubuki said. She could hear herself… Wait… SHE COULD HERSELF!

The Figure behind her clenched Fubuki's shoulder a lot tighter.

"NO! LISTEN NOT TO HER VOICE. TAKE MY HAND!" The much more malicious voice yelled out. Fubuki tried looking around to see if Tatsumaki was anywhere.

"UGH, FORGET IT, I'll look for you tomorrow if you wanna be stubborn! Don't wake me up while I'm sleeping, damn it!" Tatsumaki shouted. Wait… Was Tatsumaki shouting telepathically? Was she connecting her mind with Fubuki? That has to be the only explanation… Meaning, this was merely a dream. None of it was real.

"NOOOOO! EMPTY VOID, END IT!" The voice shouted. Fubuki's eyes widened even more.

The figure behind her turned her around with heavy force. Gripping her by her throat, and preparing to deliver a killing blow to her waist.

Right before that could happen…

Fubuki awakened with a yell of pain and back in Saitama's apartment.

End of Fubuki's Dream…


Fubuki stayed staring at the ceiling. Thinking about what she had just seen. No way her brain could conjure up all that.

Saitama had turned his full body to Fubuki, criss cross position. He seemed to be listening to the description of what she had just told him.

"Sounds like a pretty weird dream. So this Empty Void guy, have you met a guy called that before?" Saitama asked curiously. Fubuki gently shook her head. Saitama put his finger under his chin and was definitely confused.

"Huh…" Saitama said, all this seemed a little weird for sure. Fubuki let out a small sigh.

"Anyhow, it doesn't matter, it was just a dream, and I think you and I need to get some sleep," Fubuki said calmly and tried to relax back into the bedroll. Saitama brought his hand down from his chin.

"Yeah, probably a good idea. Get some sleep, I'll stay up a little longer," Saitama said as he turned back to the TV. Fubuki rested her head back, her eyes got extremely fatigued and tired. She began to close her eyes.

"Good Night… Saitama," Fubuki before she started to gently snore and fall into her quiet slumber. Leaving Saitama the only person awake in the apartment. Saitama looked back at Fubuki without turning his head fully, watching her sleep soundly and calmly.

"This girl seems full of surprises…" Saitama thought to himself before looking back at the TV. But then, Saitama looked at the floorboards of his home.

"I didn't tell her this, but… She seemed scared while she was sleeping. She wasn't just saying her sister's name out of desperation or confusion… It was fear… If I'm gonna train her, I can't just give her strength training… I've gotta think more on how to get her stronger. But, I don't know if she will be my disciple. If she does… then… I don't know… Maybe she can be strong like me. That'd be something wouldn't it? She doesn't seem confident enough in herself either… Like she doesn't believe she's strong enough to protect herself or the people she cares about." Saitama thought to himself as he looked at the floorboard. He then looked back at the sleeping Fubuki. She slept so calmly and soundly. Saitama hadn't outright said this… But this girl was… pretty. Really, really, pretty.

Don't get it mixed up, Saitama was by no means a pervert. Keep that out of your mind. But, no man would hesitate to call a woman such as Fubuki 'pretty'. And for Saitama, calling her that seemed to be putting it lightly. Saitama just wasn't too expressive when it came to emotions. Emotions he was lacking and seemingly felt empty after he grew stronger. So strong that no matter what opponent he faced… It ended with the littlest amount of effort and victory was guaranteed for him. And that had gotten to Saitama. There was no thrill, there was no fun, there was no pleasure in that. But, as long as Saitama punched a few monsters he came across… That was all he ended up caring about. But perhaps, there was something else he was lacking.

Saitama stood back up and walked quietly towards Fubuki. Making sure not to make any noise. He bent down and softly took off the ice pack that was starting to lose its cold touch off of Fubuki's forehead. Before he did that, he put a soft hand on Fubuki's forehead to check her temperature. It seemed to have cooled off now. Good, she didn't need a fever like that. Saitama stood back up and walked back into the kitchen. He opened his freezer and put the ice pack back where it was. Afterwards, Saitama walked back into the living room and sat back in front of the TV.

He looked down at the floorboard and tried to think again. What was he to do with her? And if he did train her… How was he going to do that? She didn't fight with her physical body, so if he was going to go through with this, he needed to know exactly how she fought. He needed to see what she could do.

But right now, she was in no condition to battle or spar. Right now, she needs to rest and recover. He looked back at her once more, again, without turning his head fully.

"How am I gonna get her stronger?" Saitama thought to himself.


A/N: Hello again everyone! Sorry for the very short chapter. I wrote this in like 30 minutes so It's not too impressive. But hey, at least it's a chapter right? Anyhow, first of all, I'm genuinely shocked this story has gotten so many views in the short amount of time it's been out, seriously, I wasn't expecting this many for a story like this. But, hey, what can you do?

Anyhow, There's a lot of views, although not many reviews. Be sure to leave some, I love reviews, and I definitely would like to hear what you all think of the story.

Also, for God and Empty Void getting involved... Too Early? I think it was a little early. Also, for some of you confused as to how Fubuki was in the dream, well... I can't exactly spoil that since it's part of the story and will be revealed later on. Also, please don't expect this story to get updated on a mad level. Don't get me wrong, I love this story, but, I do have a life outside of this and I also got other stories to work and write on.

One last thing, I have a question for you now. I might do Questions for the Reviews after each chapter, but I don't know, For now, I have this question for you all to answer.

What kind of Training do you think Saitama will put Fubuki through when she's recovered?

And that wraps everything up for right now! Take care ya'll!

Until Next Time!