[I usually experiment with GPT for my one-shots, but this one… I wrote it entirely myself. It's fun, chaotic, and a bit intense—but if you think this is wild, just wait until you dive into Born From Nothingness. Chapter 100 is done, and the story only gets darker, heavier, and more intense from here. Consider this a warm-up… or a warning.]
King nervously whispered to Clucknor, "So… what's the deal with that guy? How can he just toss around Saitama like that?"
Clucknor, perched atop King's head and casually sipping hot sauce, let out a sharp caw. "Who? Nero? He's just… The Void. He's hella strong. Your guy, baldy, doesn't stand a chance against him—if Nero gets serious."
King's sweat poured like a river. Clucknor, noticing, fanned him with a tiny fan tucked in his feathers. The little breeze did nothing to calm him.
Inside the cube, Saitama flexed his palms, a faint smirk forming. "You're strong," he said, voice flat but tinged with curiosity. "I guess I'll get serious now."
Nero dusted off his black T-shirt, letting the fabric settle. "Told you not to hold back from the beginning."
He tilted his neck slowly, cracking it left and right—a subtle but menacing signal.
In an instant, Saitama vanished from his spot and reappeared directly in front of Nero. His fist shot forward, a serious punch aimed with all his strength. The air around it rippled violently.
King's jaw dropped. "Hell yeah!"
Clucknor wagged a feathered wing. "Don't get too excited this early, rookie."
Saitama tried to retract his fist—but it wouldn't budge. Nero's grip held it in place effortlessly. Before Saitama could react, Nero struck with the back side of his left fist. Saitama flew across the cube, slamming into the wall. Blood streaked his forehead—the first time he'd bled in a fight.
Nero stood unscathed, expression cold, almost indifferent. He tilted his head and asked softly, "So… how does it feel to bleed again?"
Saitama wiped the blood from his face. A grin crept across his lips, eyes shining with something he hadn't felt in a long time. "So… this is how it feels," he muttered, then roared, "I want to feel more!"
He charged, relentless. Fist after fist, kick after kick—Nero dodged every strike, countering with precision and ease.
"You're still holding back," Nero said calmly, even as he danced around Saitama's barrage. "I'm not having fun."
With a sudden motion, Nero grabbed Saitama's fist mid-punch. A shockwave erupted from the clash, reverberating across the cube.
Nero's cold, lifeless silver eyes bore into Saitama. "If you keep holding back… I will kill you."
Saitama switched hands, punching Nero squarely in the jaw. Blood trickled from Nero's mouth, but instead of slowing, he grinned.
"Now, this is what I wanted," he said, letting go of Saitama's fist and wiping the blood from his lips.
This time, Nero went on the offensive. Attacks flew in a blur—Saitama dodged some, took some, and managed to land a few himself. Every strike drew blood, yet neither slowed. Nero didn't dodge anymore; he took every hit, bleeding, bruised, but still relentless.
Minutes passed in brutal rhythm. When the dust settled, both fighters were standing, heaving, bloodied, and battered.
Nero's silver eyes met Saitama's. "Are you having fun?"
Saitama's grin widened, blood dripping from a cut on his forehead. "Yes. I'm having a blast. Never felt this much thrill before."
Nero straightened, drawing a deep breath. Clucknor hovered nervously nearby. "This is bad… Baldy's gonna get slathered by Nero."
King's jaw dropped. "What!?"
Nero's voice went low, cold, deadly serious. "Then… I think I'll get serious now."
"Bring it on!" Saitama yelled, charging.
Clucknor flapped frantically, rushing toward the cube.
Nero's right fist clenched, the Proximal phalanx extending sharply. As Saitama closed in, Nero pulled his fist back to strike—but Clucknor erected a thick barrier wall in front of him. Saitama slammed into it, halting mid-charge.
Nero's Proximal phalanx struck the barrier with brutal force, cracking it immediately. He clenched his fingers into a fist, the strike pushing through the weakened barrier along the same trajectory. Clucknor hastily formed another barrier behind it.
The first barrier exploded with a deafening blast. King's jaw dropped, Saitama flinched, and Clucknor intervened, flying into the cube to stop the fight.
Saitama muttered under his breath, "I actually thought… I was going to die."
"Have you lost it?!" Clucknor screeched at Nero. "You could've killed the baldy with that move!"
Nero's tone softened, a hint of guilt threading through his words. "But… he said he was having fun."
"And you decide to kill him?" Clucknor snapped.
Nero lowered his gaze. "I'm sorry."
"Tell that to him, not me," Clucknor barked, still furious.
Nero turned to Saitama. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried to land that punch."
Saitama pushed himself up from the ground, bloodied but smiling faintly. "It's alright. But… what was that?"
Nero scratched the back of his head, a sly smirk on his face. "It's a secret."
In seconds, all of Nero's injuries healed. Clucknor cracked an egg over Saitama's head—and he healed instantly too.
"Wow… healing egg?" Saitama said, amazed.
"Yeah," Clucknor replied, puffing his feathers. "Something like that."
King yelled from his floating toilet, "Who won?"
Clucknor's eyes narrowed. "Because Nero used a banned move, he's disqualified. Baldy wins."
Saitama's expression remained straight. "Okay."
With a snap of his fingers, Nero dissolved the scene, and suddenly they were back in King's apartment.
"Alright," Nero said, voice calm. "Time to leave."
Before anyone could respond, he and Clucknor melted into shadow, disappearing completely.
Saitama turned to King. "It was a strange night."
King nodded, still wide-eyed. "Yeah… it was."
(The End)