Chapter 5: Those In the Shadows

"Damnit, one punch again". A stream of monsters lay dead in a deserted part of city A. The culprit? Not a bald headed, hero-for-hire, but a tall, well-built cyclops with little patience left to give.

"I'm not going to get anywhere questioning these weaklings. Izuna!" The tall alien man called out the name of his servant, even though he or she was nowhere in sight. A faint cracking noise was heard, and then, suddenly a plant sprouted on the spot.

"Yes, Lord Boros?" This creature looked fierce, being akin to a venus fly-trap in form, but spoke in a meek and fearful tone when around Boros. "You called?"

"I thought you said that these lower level minions would revere the higher-ups of the Heroes Association. Thus far, I have come across none that even know of the name "Saitama". Was your information incorrect?" Boros' single eye turned bloodshot, and electricity began crackling around his body. Izuna retreated into a fetal position (as close to one as a plant can get, anyway) and cowered.

"No sir, I heard it from the heroes themselves!"

"WHAT heroes, Izuna?" Boros' aura grew even more frightening.

"Eep! T-they were called B-rank heroes, I think! There's 4 ranks of heroes and they are the second lowest!"

Boros calmed down, quelling his static in his aura and adopting an expression of thoughtfulness. An insane smile crossed his lips, just as in his fight with Saitama.

"Well, let's hope they can provide more of a challenge and more info than these fodder monsters here. I'm not 100% yet, but this planet is full of pitiful fighters. It's time to start a hero-hunt." With those words, he moved at obscene levels of speed, seemingly vanishing into thin air. His servant followed suit, retracting into the ground from whence it came. Shortly after they departed, a batch of heroes arrived on the scene, the most noticeable among them being a cyborg.

"Hey Genos, over here! I found the monsters!" A rather ordinary-looking hero called out. Genos, having been appointed leader of this mission, strolled over to the scene of the genocide.

"… These were supposed to be demon level monsters, and yet, they're all dead, and there's barely any traces of a struggle. In fact, it looks like they were defeated with minimal effort on the attacker's part. If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was the work of master, the work of-

(scene change, Apartment Complex)

"Baldy!" Tatsumaki yelled out Saitama's official hero name, banging on the door to his apartment, much to his chagrin. It had been 3 months since the God-level threat that Boros posed was put down, and Saitama had continued on in his mundane hero duties. His hand had healed, but his boredom (and irritation) had not. The city had been rebuilt, so there's that, but Saitama's existential crisis remained.

"Open up, baldy!" Another infuriating set of knocks at the door.

"You know, that's not the way to talk to someone who's house you're trying to enter! Why don't you try being nice for once!?"

Tatsumaki, irritated at having to wait so long and disregarding Saitama's suggestion, ripped the door off it's hinges with her telekinetic powers and threw it into orbit. Surprisingly, Saitama didn't freak out like many would have expected him to. Instead, he just sighed and motioned for her to come in, since he knew there wasn't any other choice to be had in reality.

"That's the third one in the last two weeks, my poor hero salary." He lamented his situation, having to constantly pay for destroyed or misplaced doors, all because of a girl who, while not bad to look at, had the worst attitude problem this side of the galaxy. "The least you could do is introduce me to the person that was out there with you." He made note of the taller, more mature woman that still stood outside.

"Grr, fine, only if you promise to take responsibility!"

"What does that even mean, you loli!"

"I'm pretty sure it means that she's-" the woman standing outside spoke up for the first time.

"Shut it, Fubuki! What would you know of how I feel!?" At this, the now-named Fubuki came inside, shedding anime tears at Tatsumaki's exclamation and sitting down beside her.

"You're right, I'm just a 20 something who's never had a boyfriend or even been asked out!" Fubuki sobbed and sneezed on a tissue she produced out of thin air.

"So, uh about that introduction…" Saitama was bewildered, but a guest is a guest and he didn't want to be rude.

Tatsumaki obliged. "Oh right, baldy this is my younger sister Fubuki."

Saitama's eyes bulged out of his head.
"Younger!?"

"Yes, younger, octopus. Is that so hard to believe?" Tatsumaki's green aura flared up, shaking Saitama's entire apartment complex.

"Okay, stop, I believe you! I'll even do that 'take responsibility' thing, just don't destroy my house again!"

"Good! Now, let's get down to why we came here." Tatsumaki's aura settled down, and she sported a smile that was to die for. Turning on the tv and the console, she placed a controller in both the hands of her companions. "Let's play some DOOM! RIP AND TEAR TIME!" Her smile suddenly evaporated, turning into a maniacal grin filled with sadistic glee.

"They could at least bump me up to A rank if they're going to make me deal with this loli. Her sister, on the other hand, is nice and quiet. Wouldn't have expected that, someone related to the loli to be normal. Wonder what she's thinking right now? Probably normal stuff." Saitama whispered to himself.

"My sister is such a brute, and this man is giving me the creeps, staring at me like that. Is he really this awe-inspiring savior that she made him out to be before we came here?" Fubuki silently questioned the validity of Saitama's power (and her sister's sanity). She could do nothing but sit mute against these two domineering personalities.

-5 hours later-

The telekinetic twins were all set to leave Saitama's mildly damaged home, having gotten their fill (well, Tatsumaki got her fill) of violence and bloodshed. They completed the entire game, from start to finish, and only the coming of nightfall had stopped Tatsumaki from starting a new game.

"See ya, kneecap! I guess it was kinda fun today!" Tatsumaki waved lazily, floating out of the hole where his door used to be. Fubuki stuck to walking, following closely behind her eccentric sister. Saitama sat there, bemoaning the loss of his door (again). After they were out of sight, he postured to himself.

"Well, it's nice to have ladies over from time to time I guess. There's only so much Genos I can take before I start wanting to see the other side of the species, even if it is an irritating loli."

The sisters walked on until they got to a fork in the road.

"Guess I'll see you tomorrow… or not, I don't really know." Tatsumaki made a half-baked attempt at a goodbye.

"Guess I'll see you whenever as well." Fubuki followed suit, not putting much heart into the brief conversation. The sisters were estranged, it seemed, and seldom did they ever both go out like this. Fubuki only agreed because she got a kick out of her sister not acting so high and mighty, which always seemed to be the case around this 'Saitama' guy (why was he named after a prefecture anyway?)

With that, the sisters split off and returned to their routine lives. Fubuki, being the highest ranked B hero and nicknamed the "Blizzard of Hell", had her own base and band of followers. She couldn't wait to get back to her home and embrace her underlings, they were like family to her almost. Fate is cruel sometimes.

(Blizzard Group HQ)

Fubuki dropped her purse that she was carrying. Her men… every single one of them. They lay there before her, sprawled out on the ground and barely breathing. Standing over them, with a foot on the throat of a grunt, was a tall man with a body that glowed blue and purple. His hair was spiky, and he only had one eye.

"Tell me, weakling, do YOU know who Saitama is? You're a B rank hero, yes?"

"I-I don't know who you're talking about! P-please, spare us!" The nameless grunt pleaded for his life, looking at Fubuki out of the corner of his eye. Boros, unamused, simply picked him up and flung him against the wall with one arm before turning around and spotting Fubuki.

"W-who are you? Why do this to my men!?" Fubuki was terrified, but also incensed that her squad had been so thoroughly devastated, seemingly from just this one monster. "And did you say Saitama?"

Boros rushed forward, his eye wide and his manic smile present. He grabbed Fubuki by the throat, slamming her against an adjacent wall and knocking the wind out of her. She had tried to conjure up one of her techniques, but Boros was too fast. He spoke with a sense of fulfillment.

"At last, someone that knows of him."