After Momonga left the battle arena, leaving his subordinates alone with their thoughts, he went to his private quarters. He could feel the tension and anxiety gradually letting go of him, but it was replaced by other, more pressing questions. How would he get used to his new body? How would he learn to use his magic in this new world?

Momonga entered his chambers and looked at his reflection in the mirror. The skeletal mage he saw before him was no longer just an avatar, it was his new, albeit not quite familiar, image. He touched his bony fingers, feeling their hardness and coldness. He couldn't feel any pain or fatigue, which was both strange and unfamiliar.

He decided to get used to his new body first. He started with the simplest of movements such as walking, turning, and bending. He noticed that his movements were smoother and faster than before, and this encouraged him a little.

Finished with his physical exercises, Momonga decided to start testing his magic. He raised his bone hand and cast the spell he had used many times in Yggdrasil.

"Small Lightning!" - he uttered, and a small discharge of electricity erupted from his fingers.

Momonga smiled, his bony smile wide and silent. He realized that his magic had stayed with him, and that made him very happy. He began experimenting with different spells, summoning fire, water, and ice. He noticed that the spells were more powerful and effective than in the game, and that was very promising.

A few days passed, and Momonga gradually got used to his new body and his magic. He felt more confident and stronger, though he still felt anxious about his future.

One day, during his experiments, Momonga found a long-range vision mirror in his chambers. He knew that it could be a very useful tool for scouting and observing the world around him. He placed the mirror on the table and activated it by casting the desired spell.

An image of the areas surrounding Nazarick appeared on the surface of the mirror. He saw forests, fields, mountains, and rivers.

Momonga spent several hours studying his surroundings through the long-range vision mirror.

Momonga came across a small village located a few kilometers away from Nazarick. He became interested and decided to take a closer look. He brought the image closer.

The settlement was under attack. A group of men dressed in knight's armor were mercilessly and brutally slaughtering the villagers. They spared no one, not women, children, or the elderly. The village was in flames, and cries of horror and despair were heard.

Momonga watched this scene, and his heart did not tremble. He felt no pity, no compassion, not even disgust. He just watched like an ordinary spectator watching some violent scene from a movie.

For a while Momonga stared at this horrible sight, but then he got bored with it. He decided to distract himself and shifted his attention to another area where something more interesting was happening. He left the screams, blood, and death out of the picture.

But suddenly, it hit him. He felt anxious, but this time that anxiety was not directed at the outside world, but at himself. He was frightened by the indifference he felt as he watched people being killed.

"What's happening to me?" - flashed through his mind.

"Why don't I feel anything? Why am I not moved by this brutality? In the past I would have definitely vomited from what I saw, I couldn't just watch innocent people being killed."

Momonga lowered his head and fell silent. He didn't know what he should do. He didn't know how to shake off this indifference that seemed to permeate every cell in his body. He was terrified of what he had become in this new world, and he realized that he needed to sort himself out as soon as possible to avoid becoming a monster.

Transition

The village was in flames, the sky was filled with smoke, and screams of terror and death were everywhere. Knights in armor seemed to have lost all human form as they mercilessly slaughtered the inhabitants. Amidst this chaos, the two sisters, Enri and Nemu, tried to escape.

Enri, desperately holding Nemu's hand, ran through the narrow streets, running around burning houses and corpses. She could feel her heart racing with fear, but she knew she had to protect her little sister.

Nemu, scared out of her wits, held tightly to Enri's hand, her eyes full of tears and her breathing hitching. She was just a child, and she didn't understand why all this was happening, why these scary people were killing everyone.

But their flight did not last long. The knights, seeing them, rushed in pursuit, stalking their prey with sadistic pleasure. Enri, realizing they could not escape, tried to hide behind a large burning log, but it was too late.

The knights surrounded them, laughing at their helplessness. One of them, the biggest and roughest, grabbed Enri by the shoulder and threw her to the ground. Enri felt a sharp pain shoot up her back, and she realized he had injured her.

Blood rushed from her wound, staining her simple clothes. She felt her strength leaving her, but she couldn't allow herself to give up. She had to protect Nemu.

Enri turned around, covering her sister with her body, and looked at the knights with desperation and hatred in her eyes. She pulled Nemu close to her, trying to shield her with herself from danger. She realized that the end was near, and she began to pray to all the gods she knew, asking them to protect her sister.

The knights, seeing Enri's desperation, began to laugh. They looked at each other, and one of them said:

"Look how beautiful she is! It's a pity we'll kill her soon. But her corpse can be used to satisfy us, right guys?"

They started lustfully licking and laughing, imagining how they would mock Enri's corpse. She was still so young and beautiful, and she didn't deserve such a fate.

Enri, hearing their words, felt her heart break with pain and despair. She realized what they were going to do to her and her sister, and she couldn't let it happen. She clutched Nemu tightly to her, preparing to face her death.

She closed her eyes, waiting for her imminent death.

She felt her body trembling with fear, and the prayer she whispered seemed futile. But suddenly, she heard a strange, calm voice.

"Hey, what are you doing?" - said the voice, sounding with obvious bewilderment.

Enri, surprised and puzzled, opened her eyes. She saw a man in a strange, yellow suit standing right in front of her, with a bald spot on his head that could reflect light. His face was smooth and emotionless, but his eyes expressed genuine curiosity.

Enri saw one of the knights with a frozen expression of horror holding a sword pointed directly at her, but the blade of the sword could not reach her because it was caught between the bald man's two fingers. The knight tugged at the sword, trying to pry it from the clinging fingers, but it was all in vain.

Enri was stunned. She didn't understand what was going on. Who was this strange man? And how was he able to stop the sword so easily?

She looked at the other knights, and saw that they too looked confused. They didn't seem to understand what was happening, or how this was possible. Some of them reached for their swords, but they didn't dare to attack since they didn't understand what was going on.

Saitama, as if nothing had happened, continued to hold his sword between his fingers, his face still remaining calm. He didn't even seem to be tensing up, as if he wasn't holding a sharp sword but an ordinary stick.

"Hey, I said, what are you doing?" - Saitama repeated, his voice still as calm.

"I don't understand why you're hurting these people, what have they done to you?"

The knights, recovering from their confusion, roared and pounced on Saitama, trying to attack him from all sides. But Saitama only sighed as if he was fed up with everything and released his sword.

Enri didn't even have time to blink before it was over. Saitama moved between the knights with lightning speed, delivering precise and powerful blows that made the knights fall as if hamstrung.

She did not see any of his movements, everything was happening so fast that she had no time to notice anything. The knights alone flew up into the air and then fell with a loud thud, like puppets.

Enri, cradling Nemu close to her, watched this spectacle, and her eyes widened with amazement. She had never seen anything like this before. This strange bald man was incredibly strong.

"Could it be... this is my savior?" - Enri thought, her heart filled with hope.

Enri stared intently at Saitama, trying to memorize every detail, hoping that he could save her and her sister.

After a few seconds, it was all over. All the knights lay motionless, as if dead, and there was silence all around. Saitama, as if he had just gone shopping, looked around and when he saw Enri and Nemu, he looked at them with a casual look.

"Are you two alright?" - He asked, his voice still as calm and unperturbed.

Enri, stunned and still unable to believe what she had just seen, simply nodded, unable to utter a word. She was in such shock that her tongue felt like it was stuck to her palate.

Saitama, satisfied with her answer, nodded back like it was the most normal situation in the world, and turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the village, completely ignoring them.

Enri, recovering from her shock, was finally able to utter something at last

"Stop!" - she shouted.

"Stop, please!"

Saitama stopped without turning fully towards her. He only turned his head slightly.

"What... what's your name?" - Enri asked, her voice still shaking from the fear and surprise she had experienced.

"Who are you?"

Saitama sighed, as if he'd been asked the most trivial question in the world, and half-turned to her.

"I'm Saitama," he said, his voice as calm and even as before.

"A hero for fun."

Saitama turned around and without another word continued on his way, leaving Enri and Nemu puzzled.

Enri, quickly realizing that she might lose her savior, shouted after him while he was still behind the trees:

"Please! If you are a hero, help my village! They're killing the inhabitants now!"

Saitama stopped, as if his words made him think. He slowly turned around, and his gaze, devoid of any emotion, fell on Enri and her younger sister, Nemu, who was still trembling with fear.

Sighing, Saitama uttered:

"Eh, alright. Lead the way."

Enri wanted to stand up, but realized it was impossible. The pain in her back was unbearable, the deep cut bleeding heavily. She tried to take a step, but fell backwards, grabbing the wound.

Saitama, seeing this, simply sighed. Without further ado, he bent down and gently lifted Enri into his arms. Then, carelessly throwing Nemu onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he asked:

"Where to?"

Enri, being in Saitama's arms, blushed. She felt the warmth of his arms, and it was a strange feeling unlike anything she had experienced before, mixed with gratitude and embarrassment. No one had ever shown her such a such a simple, casual, yet incredibly caring attitude. Saitama's muscular body felt surprisingly strong and sturdy under her back, and this unplanned intimacy made her feel unexpectedly ashamed.

Enri, red as a poppy, muttered, pointing in the direction:

"Y-that way... towards the center of the village..."

Saitama didn't ask anything more, just turned around and headed at a quick pace in the direction indicated. Enri, nestled in his arms, felt strange - she was both embarrassed and grateful at the same time, while Nemu, hugging Saitama's neck and resting her face against his shoulder, sobbed softly.

Saitama moved swiftly and easily, as if he were carrying not two people, but only light fluff. He didn't say a word, but his presence somehow gave Enri confidence.

She looked at his face - calm, almost serene - and wondered how such a man could be so strong and scatter those cruel knights so quickly. He was unlike any of the heroes she had seen in fairy tales and legends.

She didn't know how or what he thought he was going to do, but she believed he could protect her village. He had already saved her and Nemu, and she knew he would not leave them in trouble.

As they approached the center of the village, the sounds of battle grew louder. The screams and clinking of swords mixed with the crackling of burning houses and the cries of people begging for help.

Upon reaching the central square, Saitama stopped, allowing Enri and Nem to see what was going on there. Enri's heart hammered harder at the sight of the horrific scene. All the surviving inhabitants, including old men and children, were huddled together like cattle and surrounded by knights who watched their suffering with sadistic pleasure.

The knights, noticing Saitama, Enri and Nemu, froze in surprise, but quickly regained their composure and began to approach them with a slow and menacing gait. Their eyes were bloodthirsty.

Enri, frightened, pressed herself against him, and immediately felt herself being suddenly lowered to the ground. She looked at Saitama in surprise, but he was no longer looking at her. His gaze was directed at the knights, his face still expressing no emotion.

Saitama, placing Enri and Nemu on the ground, straightened up and without a word, began to walk slowly towards the knights. His gait was calm and measured, as if he was strolling through a park.

The knights, noticing Saitama walking towards them, roared and drew their swords, preparing for battle. They were confident of their superiority.

Saitama, calmly approaching the knights, suddenly stopped. A blond knight, dressed in shining armor and with an expression of obvious contempt on his face, appeared in front of him. He blocked Saitama's path, eyeing him from top to bottom as if he were something vile and disgusting.

"Look at that," the blond man said, his voice full of mockery.

"Who's the clown? Is he local or something? ?"

The knights, upon hearing the blond man's words, broke into loud laughter. They were laughing at Saitama's ridiculous appearance, at his simple yellow suit. They thought he was a common buffoon who didn't realize what he had gotten himself into.

Saitama, without changing his calm expression, simply looked at the blond man and said:

"I'm a hero."

This statement caused a new wave of laughter. The knights, as if competing in loudness, shouted and hooted, showing how ridiculous they thought Saitama's statement was.

The blond man, after calming down, looked at Saitama with disdain and asked:

"Hero? You? You're funnier than any circus clown! I can't believe that such an insignificant person can call himself a hero."

Saitama, still calm, disregarding the taunts of the knights, said:

"I mean you no harm. I'm just asking you to leave amicably. Leave the villagers alone and get out of here."

These words caused an even bigger wave of laughter. The knights, gasping with laughter, poked their fingers at Saitama as if he had uttered the world's stupidest call. They couldn't understand how a man like him dared to order them anything.

The blond man, letting out a last, hoarse laugh, looked at Saitama and said with a contemptuous smirk:

"Well then, clown, you asked for it. You should have run away while you had the chance. There's no escape for you now."

He then turned to his soldiers and gave a short but clear order:

"Attack that idiot! Show him what it means to mess with us!"

The knights, like a pack of embittered dogs, rushed forward, with loud shouts and gnashing of swords. They were confident of their victory, for they were experienced warriors, and before them stood only some ridiculous clown. They rushed at Saitama, preparing to tear him to pieces.

Saitama, without changing his calm expression, looked at the approaching knights as if he were watching ants crawling on the ground. He didn't draw his weapon, didn't shout, didn't do anything that normal people would do in such a situation.

In the blink of an eye, the knights approached Saitama, swinging their swords. But in the next instant, it was over.

Saitama, without making any unnecessary movements, delivered precise, powerful blows that made all the knights fly away like rag dolls. They flew several meters before falling to the ground unconscious with a thud.

Everything happened so quickly that no one had time to realize what had happened. Just then the knights were rushing towards Saitama, and in the next instant they were lying on the ground as if dead. Silence reigned in the square, broken only by the quiet groans of the wounded.

Enri and Nemu, who were watching, were stunned. They couldn't believe what they had just seen. He was incredibly strong, and he had massacred all the knights so easily.

The blond knight, with a sagging jaw and wide-open eyes, looked at Saitama, not realizing what had happened. He was utterly confused, his gaze full of disbelief.

Saitama, meanwhile, stood calmly in the middle of the square, his face still expressing no emotion. He looked at the knights lying unconscious, as if their defeat was something taken for granted.

The blond knight, clearly losing all his arrogance, looked at his soldiers lying unconscious and shouted with a trembling voice:

"Attack him again! Are you deaf? Kill that freak!"

The soldiers like marionettes with shouts rushed towards Saitama again. They walked without realizing why they were doing it, but they were under the order of their commander.

Saitama, sighing, with the same calm expression on his face, delivered precise and powerful blows, and everything repeated itself. The knights, like knocked down skittles, flew off to the sides again, fainting from the blows.

Saitama, as if nothing had happened, began to slowly approach the blond, his gait calm and measured.

The blond man, seeing that his soldiers were useless, panicked. Realizing that he couldn't stop Saitama, he threw away all pride and resorted to a dirty trick. Grabbing a young girl in the crowd by the hair, he put the point of his sword to her throat.

"Stop! Don't move!" - shouted the blond man, his voice trembling with fear.

"Take one more step and I'll kill her and the rest of the villagers!"

Saitama stopped when he heard those words. He froze, as if he had suddenly encountered an insurmountable obstacle. He looked at the blond man, and something like a light appeared in his eyes.

The blond man, seeing that Saitama had stopped, said with a smug smirk:

"That's better, you bald freak! Now stay where you are and don't move, or else you'll see me slaughter them all like cattle."

This was his fatal mistake. In an instant, Saitama disappeared from where he was standing and appeared right in front of the blond man, knocking the remaining knights who tried to resist in any way, which of course they failed.

Saitama, standing in front of the blond man, wielding his own sword:

"Yeah, I'm bald. You have a problem with that, huh?"

The blond man, upon hearing Saitama's words, went into a complete stupor. The fear he had so carefully hidden broke through, overwhelming him completely. He stared into Saitama's eyes, and his pupils dilated with terror.

His legs trembled, and a shiver gripped his body. He felt the muscles of his sphincter relax, and a warm, sticky liquid flowed down his legs. He peed right into his armor, and shame swept over his body. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He, a proud knight, had lost to some bald buffoon.

The blond fainted with fear, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground like a sack of flour. His armor was soaked with urine, and a puddle had formed around him.

Saitama, seeing this, shifted his gaze from the blond man to the urine and back again, and his face involuntarily twisted in disgust. He hadn't expected this from his opponent. He felt neither pride in his victory nor pity for his enemy, only disgust.

He took a quick step back, as if he didn't want to be near this vile sight. He retreated two steps, careful not to soil his clothes. He wasn't squeamish, but the sight of a disgraced, peeing his pants in fear of his opponent only made him displeased.

The remaining knights, who had not yet lost consciousness, instantly realized that the matter smelled not just of kerosene, but of their own pisses. They saw their commander, the blond man, embarrassed and pissing himself with fear, and realized that they didn't stand a chance against this strange bald man.

Fear gripped their hearts and all their courage evaporated like morning mist. They did not want to repeat the fate of their commander.

Without a word, they dropped their swords, turned around, and like a herd of frightened sheep, ran in different directions. They ran as fast as they could without looking back, afraid that the bald man would catch up with them and do to them what he had done to their commander.

They ran as if demons were chasing them on their heels, and their armor rattled, creating a cacophony of sounds. They abandoned their comrades, they abandoned their lives, and they left the village to its fate. They didn't care about anything but their own salvation.

Enri and Nemu, watching this spectacle, were amazed. They had never seen anything like this before. Just a few minutes ago, these knights were so cocky and cruel, but now they were running like frightened children.

Saitama, seeing the knights running, only sighed as if it didn't concern him. He didn't try to stop them, he didn't chase after them, he didn't care where they were running to. He just stood there, as if he didn't understand why they were acting like that.

The square was silent again, broken only by the faint moans of the wounded and the cries of the children. The village had been saved.

The villagers, coming out of their stupor, began to slowly rise from the ground. They looked at Saitama as their savior, as if he was an angel who had descended from heaven. Their eyes were filled with gratitude and admiration. They didn't understand who he was or where he came from, but they knew that he was the one who had saved them.

Saitama, feeling the stares of the villagers on him, began to feel nervous. He wasn't used to such attention. Usually he would save the day, quickly deal with the monsters, and then just go about his business, most often going on sale at the nearest supermarket. He didn't expect any praise or thanks, he just did what he had to do as a hero, albeit for fun.

The villagers began to come to their senses and rushed to help each other. They picked up the wounded, taking them to the local doctor, trying to give them first aid. They hugged their loved ones, happy that they were alive.

At this time, a few villagers noticed the knights lying unconscious. Rage and hatred flared up in their hearts, they wanted revenge for all that they had endured. They grabbed whatever they could get their hands on - rocks, sticks - and began to approach the knights, intending to finish them off.

Saitama, noticing this, quickly approached them and, without raising his voice, said:

"Leave them alone. They are no longer a danger."

The villagers, surprised by his words, stopped. They did not understand why he wanted to keep them alive. They were filled with hatred and thirsty for revenge.

Saitama, seeing their bewilderment, did not explain anything. He simply walked over to the knights and began to help the villagers tie them up with ropes so they couldn't escape.

The villagers, submitting to Saitama's will, bound the knights.

They were bound and powerless, and now they had to answer for their deeds.

Saitama, watching this, felt a slight satisfaction. He had saved the villagers.

He had done his job, and now he could move on in peace.

As Saitama was about to leave, he heard someone call out to him. It was the village chief, an elderly man with a kind face and wise eyes. He slowly approached Saitama, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Hey, wait, hero!" - said the headman, his voice hoarse and trembling with excitement.

"Where are you going? We haven't thanked you yet for saving us. You saved our lives, you're our hero, and we can't just let you go."

Saitama, stopping, turned to the headman and calmly replied:

"I don't need money. You villagers need it more right now. You need to rebuild your homes, heal your wounds, and you will need money for that."

The headman, touched by Saitama's words, shook his head and said:

"But, hero, we can't just let you go without offering at least a little. We want to thank you for your feat. We can't let you go hungry. Please stay at least for dinner. That is all we can offer."

Saitama, hearing the headman's words about being invited to dinner, suddenly perked up.

His face, which had been calm and unemotional until then, suddenly lit up with a smile.

He could not hide his excitement at the impending meal. He was very fond of eating, and for him, food was one of the great joys of life.

Saitama, in order to hide his impatience, tried to regain a calm expression and looked around and said:

"Alright, I'll take a look around the village while you prepare dinner. Just let me know when it's ready."

The headman, nodded.

Saitama, meanwhile, began to make his way around the village. He walked through the streets, but his gaze was unfocused and his thoughts were hovering somewhere far away from here, near the large, appetizing pieces of meat.

Saitama, who was walking through the village and was already starting to get bored as dinner still hadn't started, suddenly heard himself being called out. He turned around and saw a young blonde woman walking towards him, smiling embarrassedly.

She pulled herself together and walked up to Saitama and said, trying not to look him in the eye:

"Uh, so how do you like the village? I'm sorry it doesn't look like much right now... it's partially destroyed now and it doesn't have the beauty it used to have."

Saitama looked at Enri carefully. His gaze was intense and studying, as if he was trying to solve some mystery.

Enri, feeling his gaze on her, began to feel nervous. She didn't know what to say to him or why he was looking at her like that. She began to fix her hair and lowered her gaze to the floor.

Saitama, after being silent for a while, suddenly asked:

"And who are you?"

This simple and unexpected question took Enri by surprise. She had expected anything but that. She felt all her thoughts jumbled and she was at a loss for words. She opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word.

Her eyes widened with surprise and her cheeks flushed.

She couldn't believe that the man who had saved her village, and even held her in his arms, had absolutely no memory of her.

Enri, hearing this simple question, "And who are you?", felt resentment brewing in her heart. Her cheeks flamed even more, but now it was a blush of embarrassment as well as annoyance. She couldn't believe that Saitama had forgotten her so quickly after everything that had happened.

With a resentment in her voice that could be felt in every word she said:

"My name is Enri! And how can you forget me, Saitama-san? You did... you were the ones who carried me in your arms! In fact... I was the first person you found in the forest!"

She tried to remind him of everything in great detail:

"You pulled me out from under those knights, didn't you! You protected me and Him! You... you saved us from death!"

Saitama, listening to her words, frowned.

Contradictory feelings raged inside Enri. She was hurt, upset, and a little humiliated that Saitama had forgotten her so quickly. But at the same time, somewhere deep inside, she realized that perhaps it wasn't surprising.

"He's so strong, so incredible! Surely he has a sea of female admirers who are far more beautiful and interesting than me, and many times more influential. Can he remember some village girl he saved from some knights?"

She felt small and insignificant compared to the image of Saitama she had painted for herself. She realized that to him she was just one of the many he had saved, and that she meant nothing special to him.

"I'm just a country girl, after all," Enri kept thinking.

"He must have saved so many people that he just isn't able to remember everyone."

And at that moment, she heard a loud shout:

"Dinner is ready! Please come to the table everyone!"

She felt something prickle inside her. There was resentment in her heart, but also relief because it was possible to end this awkward conversation. She didn't know how she should act with Saitama.

She looked at Saitama, who was already heading towards the table, and whispered:

"I guess I just expected too much."

Transition

Saitama, hearing the invitation to dinner, immediately walked toward the table that was set up in the center of the village. The villagers, with smiles on their faces, invited him to eat, and he sat down at the table without waiting for an invitation.

The food the villagers had prepared was quite simple and not as tasty as what he was used to eating back home. It was just ordinary food made from simple ingredients, but it was hearty and appetizing.

Saitama, hungry from the day, began to eat with great appetite. He didn't complain about the taste of the food, he realized that these people had given everything they had to feed him. And besides, the food was free, which was definitely a plus. He mentally thanked the residents for their generosity and continued eating, savoring every bite.

As he was finally getting full and finishing his meal, the atmosphere of the dinner was quite peaceful and pleasant. The inhabitants, forgetting their troubles for the time being, smiled and talked to each other, enjoying the freedom and hope for the future.

But the idyll did not last long. Suddenly, a panting young man ran up to the table, and, panting, shouted:

"More soldiers are coming to us! On horses! There are many of them!"

All joy and serenity vanished as if they had never existed. Fear appeared on the faces of those present, and they all looked at Saitama as if he were their last hope.

With a sigh, Saitama set his plate aside and stood up from the table. He had gotten used to having his life constantly interrupted by some sort of trouble.

"All right," he said calmly.

"Have the residents hide just in case. And I'll meet these knights. There's nothing to worry about."

The villagers, nodding silently, began to scatter, seeking cover. They knew Saitama could protect them, and they trusted in his strength.

Saitama left the table and walked leisurely towards the entrance of the village. He stood in the middle of the road with his arms crossed over his chest and began to calmly wait for the new soldiers to arrive. He didn't worry, he wasn't in a hurry, he just stood there like a stone sculpture, and sometimes even glanced at the watches he was looking at in the discount stores.

A few minutes passed, and Saitama, with his keen eyesight, noticed a cloud of dust in the distance. It was approaching the village at the speed of the wind, and Saitama realized that these were the very soldiers the young man had spoken of.

He waited as the dust cloud grew closer, until he could make out the faces of the approaching enemies. He watched them, and his face remained calm and unperturbed.

Finally, the soldiers approached the village. They stopped in front of Saitama, creating an impenetrable wall of horses and armor. In front of them, riding a huge, black horse, sat a huge man in shining armor, his face stern and expressing confidence.

"I am Captain Gazef Stronoff," the man said in a loud, commanding voice, so that he could be heard throughout the village.

Saitama, listening to the pathos-laden speech of this strange... weird? Uh... what was the name? Never mind, he'd already forgotten, he was starting to get frankly bored. He didn't understand why this man was shouting his name so loudly, and why he was ranting so long and tediously. He just wanted to end it all as soon as possible and go home.

While this, uh. what's-his-name, the captain was yelling about his position and his name, Saitama couldn't hold back a yawn.

Gazef, having finished his introduction, turned to the headman who was standing next to Saitama, and from the height of his horse spoke up:

"I take it you're in charge here? As far as I know, you were attacked by bandits, right? I've come to rescue you."

Saitama, listening to this speech, yawned again. He didn't understand why all this was necessary anymore. He had already saved this village as it was, and now this pompous type had come to take all the glory for himself. He didn't understand the logic of these people, and he was getting more and more bored.

"It's getting late," he muttered to himself.

"I already saved them."

The headman, hearing Gazef say that he had come to rescue them, shook his head and looked at Saitama gratefully.

"No, that won't be necessary, Captain-san," the headman said, his voice calm and firm.

"We have already been saved by a hero. He," the headman pointed his hand at Saitama, "saved us from the brigands and even helped us capture a couple."

Gazeph furrowed his eyebrows in surprise upon hearing those words. He hadn't expected this turn of events. He looked at Saitama, scrutinizing him with disbelief. He couldn't believe that this bald man in a ridiculous suit could be the hero who saved the village.

He, surprised and a little embarrassed, jumped off his horse and, approaching Saitama, said:

"I apologize for my ignorance. If all they say is true, then accept my thanks for your help and protection."

Saitama, listening to Gazef's words, was slightly surprised. This pathos type, it turns out, wasn't so bad after all.

While Gazef and Saitama stood in front of each other trying to find common ground, one of Gazef's subordinates stepped forward from the ranks of the knights. He was agitated and spoke with obvious anxiety in his voice.

"Captain!" - uttered the subordinate, his voice strained.

"We have detected the enemies that have surrounded the village! They are launching an attack!"

The faces of the knights, until that moment calm and confident, immediately changed. Fear and anxiety appeared on them.

Gazef, hearing his subordinate's words, immediately frowned and looked in the direction the knight was pointing. He realized that the situation was serious and that they needed to take action immediately.

Saitama, inwardly sighed. His plans for a quiet evening were once again not going to come to fruition. He needed to do some more "hero" work before he could go home in peace.