The two before him… no doubt alumni of the same place he'd come from.
"You two are from the village as well, aren't you?" Flashy Flash asked. Their bout had begun in a narrow corridor until the pair triggered a mechanism, dropping all three into a wider chamber.
"Correct. Sharp of you," said the long-haired blond. "Today you die here. Before that, remember the hands that end you. We are Golden Class, 37th Cohort—Gale Wind!"
"Hellfire Flame!" the black-haired one barked.
Flashy Flash smirked. Even if they attacked together, he—
Thud!
Something dropped between them.
"Perfect…" Saitama rated his landing pose, still half-crouched. He'd picked up a few things over in the Marvel world—like this dramatic three-point touchdown. The first time he saw Tony do it, he'd been… a little jealous.
"Huh? There are people here?" Saitama blinked.
Flashy Flash actually jumped. "Wait—Saitama! Why are you here?"
"Who are you?" Saitama asked, blank as ever.
Flashy Flash froze, then shouted, "It's me! S-Class hero, Flashy Flash!"
"Oh." Saitama nodded, expression still foggy. "Good luck, then." He turned to walk off.
"Since you've come, you're not leaving." Gale Wind blurred in, drawing twin scimitars and crossing them down toward the shining bald head.
A veteran by many years over Flashy Flash, Gale Wind was infamous in the underworld. And this bald monk dared ignore the two of them? Unforgivable.
His blades cut—nothing. Saitama was no longer where he should have been, half a step off to Gale Wind's blind side.
"Hey, attacking without a hello is kinda rude," Saitama muttered.
Gale Wind didn't bother answering. To him, Saitama's attitude was pure mockery. Twin blades flashed again toward the head and neck—yet Saitama only moved faster.
Fast. Too fast.
Watching that effortless slippage through killing lines, Flashy Flash inhaled. Among S-Class, he considered his speed unrivaled—but next to this, he was lacking. He needed a combat state to ramp up. Saitama evaded like he was strolling on a morning walk.
Natural. As easy as eating or drinking.
I can't beat Saitama in speed, Flashy Flash concluded.
Gale Wind still hadn't realized it. In his eyes, the bald man missed being cut by a hair, every time—just one more step of speed and he'd lop that head off.
Hellfire Flame joined in.
"Kaen Kyaku (Flame Blade Kick)!"
"Bōfū Kyōtō (Tempest Frenzy Blades)!"
"Ryūgetsu Zan (Flowing Moon Slash)!"
"Shishō Renkai (Four Aspects Chain)!"
They chained everything they had, and still didn't muss a single strand of Saitama's… scalp.
At last, both sensed something was wrong and broke off.
"What's going on?" Gale Wind's face twisted, but he had enough sense to reassess. Pressing like this would only get them killed.
Saitama dug a pinky in his ear. "Compared to Sonic, you two are a bit faster."
"You know Sonic? You from the village too?" Gale Wind frowned.
"Village? What village?" Saitama looked genuinely confused.
"Forget it, Wind. Use it," Hellfire Flame said.
Gale Wind nodded. "Right. At this speed he's a handful. Flashy Flash, watch closely—this is our true strength. We were going to toy with you first."
Flashy Flash steadied his breath. He'd suspected they were hiding power. On paper, they were only Demon-level. Early in his career, he'd already been around that level—and these two hadn't advanced? Then why join the Monster Association without taking monster cores to transform?
Unless… they were already monsters—able to switch at will between human and altered states.
As he thought it, their bodies changed. Soot-black blotches bloomed over Gale Wind's skin; cyan winds coiled around him, tightening to a razor cyclone. Hellfire Flame's body ignited in black fire; char streaks crawled across his skin like cracked glaze.
"Try dodging this!" Gale Wind exulted—and vanished.
"Kaen: Tajū Satsugeki (Flame: Multiple Slaughter)!"
The chamber detonated with wind-shear and black fire.
Saitama tilted his head.
(End of Chapter)
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