A Humble Hero's Walk

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SAITAMA

He was simply in greener lands, but noticed a gigantic city. A huge one, especially a giant red castle on a hilltop. Sansa then realized and said

"It's King's Landing!"

"Oh, cool. Maybe we might get something to eat while we're at it."

"I am fairly hungry, but we don't have any money. Maybe we can find something in the middle of it."

Saitama would quickly race into the capital itself, noticing how large it is. Unfortunately, it seemed to be the opposite. He remembered something about a dirty area called Flea Bottom. He needed to be careful...why? Well, he didn't want to attract too much attention to himself.

Unfortunately, that wouldn't work.

"Hey, baldy!" said a gruff voice.

Saitama was still walking, ignoring it. The gruff man simply spun him around and said

"Nice pretty young thing you got there, how about a few-"

"No." said Saitama as he went off, the gruff man got a few thugs together and were going to rough him up. They truly didn't know what they were getting into...

"I just wanted to go the market for food... [sigh]." said Saitama as he just punched each of them, reducing them to bloody pulps or sending their bloody chunks flying. The entire street was now silenced, but there was a growl from said stomach.

"Oh, come on..."

RAMSAY

"How... How... How is it possible?!" screamed Ramsay as he trudged his way back to Winterfell. He was clearly pissed, but dear enough to be alive. However, this stranger... would cause tons of havoc in the process.

The Bastard of Bolton would eventually trudge his way to Winterfell, but saw the Lord of Light's banners. He realized he was screwed over, all by this one stranger. In addition, he also noticed that his bride wasn't among them.

"That bastard... he not only humiliated me, but took my bride! He ruined my inheritance and Winterfell, my seat as Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North!"

CERSEI

Red Keep

The Mad Dowager was stepping all over, but one gold cloak came in and said his report

"My Queen, it appears there's trouble in Flea Bottom."

"It's simply the slums, nothing to worry-"

"Reports say a yellow-suited stranger came by and caused tons of havoc."

Cersei stopped, then realized this was the same stranger described in the messages from Winterfell. Roose Bolton fell to his man... what was he doing here?!

"Send every gold cloak, everyone to stop this man."

"My Queen, he has-"

"No, he's after me... everyone who played a part in destroying House Stark."

The gold cloak simply called for every capable member within the City Watch of King's Landing to stop the yellow-suited stranger.

SAITAMA

Saitama eventually found a place to eat, but it was a strange stew. He had enough coin for both him and Sansa before they would leave for the Reach. How he got the coin?

There was a small fighting ring run by a hairy guy named Moss. He essentially won the prize money which was several hundred silver stags. It won't be necessary to undergo the detail of said fights, but the last fight stood out the most.

Two Hours Earlier

It was a mud pit, mainly inside a small tavern. In one corner was Saitama, still looking clean despite the dirty environment he was in and Sansa was in more simple wear for the most part. Why? It was to disguise herself further from enemies who might recognize her.

In the other corner, it was a tall, lithe man with a gaunt face. He claimed he was a legend, well the second best assassin within Flea Bottom. Saitama decided to humor him, then let him stab him. Unfortunately, he kept dodging and made him broke his knives a lot.

The assassin, Dirk was shocked by this. Saitama then poked him in the face, sending him fly through the tavern.

"So, where's the prize money?"

Now

He was simply eating with Sansa, but then saw a lot of soldiers with gold cloaks. One of them, presumably the commander scowled and knocked the stew out of his hands. There was one emotion going through Saitama's face, it was annoyance.

"OI! What the hell was that for?"

"The Queen requires your presence, plus resist? The girl will be roughly handled."

"A corrupt police force, why am I not surprised?" said Saitama. "It sounds like you're a bunch of bullies pushing a bunch of innocent people around. If anything, you sound like a bunch of cowards who earned their titles by kissing up to the queen."

By the time he finished that sentence, the majority of the City Watch was seething in anger and the rest of the Flea Bottom dwellers simply ran and hide.

"You dare question the honor of our commander, Ser Osfryd Kettleblack?!" replied one gold cloak in an angry tone.

"Is that what you bullies call it? Honor? Seems like a coward's excuse when someone calls them out on their assholish behavior."

The entire City Watch was starting to become enraged, a few of them raised their swords and swung at them. In the span of five seconds, he simply shattered them with simple chops. Some were sent flying in two more seconds, frightening Ser Kettleblack.

The next image was a gigantic punch heading towards Ser Kettleblack who screamed in fear, pissing himself... but no punch ever came. He was reduced to a crying mess. The bald one and Sansa simply left, but one thought was going through his head.

'Who is this Queen? She must be the source of the corruption, someone has to clean this city of it.'

CERSEI

"HOW?! I sent the most competent within the City Watch to take care of one man, yet they're incapable! Where's the Kingsguard?" yelled Cersei to her small council. One of the members, Qyburn suggested to send out Ser Robert Strong to deal with this stranger while others suggested to call for their bannermen close to King's Landing, whatever remaining.

Ser Kevan, her uncle simply found it too risky to do so.

She did not care. At all. A mistake too familiar.

SAITAMA

Cersei decided to send out her late father's bannermen, ranging from the Strongboar, Lyle Crakehall to the skilled commander, Addam Marbrand. However, he decided to send for Ser Meryn Trant and the disgraced Boros Blount as backup in-case.

All said bannermen and the two Kingsguard should at least slow Saitama.

That is... until they get into Flea Bottom seeing Sansa and Saitama sitting at a table.

"Sigh... more guards."

END

Author's Note: Yup, I decided to put in Saitama.

In addition, I am thinking of putting Saitama against a lot of people during his journey through Westeros, both human or otherwise.