Saitama: Prologue - Being a Hero for Fun is Fun
"Sensei. Are you sure you need to go? What if another Dragon-class threat appears?"
The cyborg named Genos, self-proclaimed disciple of the hero Caped Baldy Saitama, had been a bit concerned for the well-being of the world lately. Then again, everyone was. But who could blame them? Places like Z-City, A-City, and so on, had all been ravaged quite badly in the past few months. Giant monsters hundreds of feet tall, men made from the world's pollution, mosquito women, the Sea King, and most destructive of all to come so far, the alien invader known as Lord Boros. They had all done quite a number on the cities, and many people were thinking that it was only a matter of time before something even more destructive would rise, as though they were civilians in a bad battle manga.
But this wasn't a bad manga they were in. More like a
good manga at least, eh?
"Huh? Well... You can just call my phone, I guess."
Saitama honestly wasn't all that concerned, on the other hand. He doubted that anyone else would show up for a while. You couldn't get much more crazy than an alien invader following what he believed to be an ancient prophecy that foretold some gibberish about a strong warrior or something like that, so if there was anyone out there stronger than Lord Boros, Saitama figured it'd be quite a while before someone like that would show up. In the meantime...
"Besides, I'm sure you'll be able to take care of it. At least then you'll be taking the credit for your own accomplishments and not mine."
One could sense contempt in Saitama's voice. Genos certainly heard it, but he didn't really know what he meant, so he simply didn't respond to it. Perhaps this was another case of Sensei's words simply being beyond his comprehension, he figured. Was Sensei encouraging him to be a little less modest? Yes, that must be it! Pride is something heroes must hold on to! Heroes should be proud of their accomplishments rather than enviously staring at the accomplishments of others! Another well-spoken lesson from Sensei!
Meanwhile, Saitama was busy muttering under his breath, wondering why he didn't have any cute girls to fawn all over him. Goddammit. Was it because of the hair? People didn't like the bald? Well, he couldn't help that!!
Before long, after Saitama would remember where he was supposed to be heading, he would give Genos a small nudge on the head, before turning around and beginning to take off.
"I'm sure nothing will go wrong while I'm gone. Who knows? I might even be back before you know it!" He exclaimed.
And with that, he was off to attend the party of the grand elites!
- - -
Well, not really. If referring to a group of people who knew about something (presumably) not a lot of other people knew about, then sure, Saitama could be considered an "elite." Well, Saitama was definitely "elite" in the greatly-skilled meaning as well, but he wasn't exactly sure about the other people who would be attending. Not that he thought little of them. It was just that... Well, he wasn't prone to arrogance, but in his experience, nobody had ever come close to presenting themselves as a challenge to him, whether it be in a fight or a video game (except for King, but... anyway). A game of wits was slightly different, but generally, he had little need to solve puzzles or anything.
But... he was getting off-topic.
Aliens always had weird tech, that much was for sure. Anyone who had ever seen a science-fiction movie would be able to tell you that. Unless they were the primitive beastly ones, but whatever. Even so, Saitama would never have been able to imagine that among one of the items that Lord Boros would have under his belt would be something that would connect him to other worlds.
As though he were living in a multiverse.
Who would have thought that a nifty little remote that Saitama would find in the alien spaceship would render him capable of traveling through different worlds on a whim? Contrary to what others might think, the power wasn't as useful as others might think, at least to Saitama. At least, not as much as others would think, but still, Saitama found himself having fun going through the other worlds. Turned out that they also had their fair share of evil villains that needed to be defeated. The hero almost felt a little bad for possibly "stealing the fun" from other heroes, but hey. Being a hero for fun stopped being fun when all the villains were predictable as the tides, so at least here, Saitama could almost pretend to himself that he'd at least be able to have a good fight with whatever villains would come his way.
And then, it would turn out that Saitama would eventually go around to defeat so many villains that his efforts would be recognized by some group named the... Mirror-Cutlass Partnership? No, no... Mirage-Cutboard? What? Oh, Mira-Curtiss! Right, right. Yeah, them. Finally, someone had appeared and recognized all the good that Saitama did! He was quite happy to see that he was finally getting recognition for his work, though then again, that was probably because Genos wasn't following him everywhere.
And then before he knew it, he found himself being invited to some multiversal party. And of course, he accepted. With this exact response:
How exciting!
- - -
And with that, Saitama the Hero had arrived in the Grand Hotel. Such a wondrous place. Looked fancy as all hell! Man, this must be where all the high-class folk went to. The rich, extravagant lifestyle was in Saitama's reach! And--
BOOM!
And then some weird penguin creature blew up.
...
"... Oh. Okay."
Maybe he was wrong about that. Hmm... Who to talk to? That guy with glasses and a condescending look towards everyone looks like he's in charge. Maybe he should approach him...
With that, he would walk towards Jade and give a wave.
"Yo. Are you the guy in charge? Where's the food?"
