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In the daily life of any city, especially one as gigantic as City A, the atmosphere could be calm, familiar, and productive: workers fulfilling their routines hoping it wouldn't be too stressful, children playing in public parks believing themselves to be heroes, families walking with no greater purpose than enjoying time together. Everything seemed like a picture of peace...
—BOOOM!!
Or rather... it was. A colossal explosion shook the place, tearing that normalcy out by the roots. In a matter of seconds, buildings were reduced to dust and entire structures collapsed under the shockwave. The roar didn't stop there: another detonation, and then another, turned the calm into an expanding hell. Chaos advanced without restraint, without measure.
Desperate reports claimed that local heroes tried to stop the catastrophe, but were struck down with terrifying ease by the source of the disaster: a purple being, with a muscular body and long antennae, that razed everything it encountered. Its power seemed limitless, and its fury, uncontrollable.
In barely a minute, half the city was already in ruins. The air smelled of dust, smoke, and iron; the screams had been reduced to a distant echo, until the only audible sound was the sharp sob of a girl, alone, lost among the rubble. She cried, paralyzed by terror, unable to comprehend any of the destruction surrounding her. She didn't notice that an immense shadow loomed over her: a gigantic hand of the monster, descending brutally to crush her with a single squeeze.
But when the ground trembled under that closed fist... the girl was no longer there. The monster blinked, confused, turning its gaze to one side. And what it saw confused it even more: a simple policeman held the little one in his arms, already unconscious, moving her away carefully and leaving her in a safe place. The man stood up slowly, adjusting his cap with unbreakable calm.
The purple creature, still bewildered, looked at him without understanding how it had failed. Its eyes locked onto that insignificant human who now looked directly at it, without a hint of fear, firm, observing it with a serenity that contrasted with the madness of the destruction surrounding them.
—You're fast... who are you? —said the monster with apparent calm, though its rage was noticeable in every word.
The policeman looked at it with those calm eyes, removed the cap covering his surprising composure, and planted himself in front of it with a somewhat annoyed gesture.
—I'm Officer... ah, right, they promoted me a few days ago even though I clearly told them I didn't want it. What a hassle... but well, I'm not going to say I'm Commissioner. Anyway, my name is Saitama.
The monster growled, irritated.
—Are you joking? What a stupid story is that? Mine is superior! I was for...!
—Ring ring ring ring...
A phone rang, cutting through the tense atmosphere.
—Ah, sorry, it's mine. Can you excuse me for a second? —said Saitama, pulling out an old flip phone and answering the call with complete calm—. Hello?... Yes, I'm already at the attack... I'm in front of the creature... No, you don't need to send a special team... No... look, just focus on getting the other citizens out with the heroes' help. If they cause you problems, let me know and I'll send them to their place... hello? Goodbye. —he hung up the phone with a sigh—. Well, what were you saying?
—FOOLISH HUMAN! I was formed by the pollution that...!!
—Ring ring ring ring...
The phone rang again.
—Excuse me... —said Saitama answering again—. Yes?... I already told you there's no problem, just concentrate on your work... I already mentioned it to the officers, we don't need extra help, not even from the heroes... if you call again you won't like what happens to you... Yes... goodbye. —he hung up and looked at the monster again—. I'm sorry, that call was a hassle. Continue.
—I was formed by the pollution that covers the earth, I am...!
—Ring ring ring ring...
Once again the metallic ringtone interrupted. A vein began to throb on the monster's forehead, increasingly furious at the interruptions.
—I'm sorry, seriously your story sounds interesting... Hello?... Ah, hi King!... What? You have a new video game?... I don't think it's the best time, I'm a bit busy. Yes, I'll see it tomorrow and I'll return the one you lent me... okay, goodbye. —he hung up and looked at the monster with the same calm as always—. Well, what were you saying?
—I AM VACCINE...!!
—Ring ring ring ring... —the phone rang again. The monster could no longer bear this humiliation.
—Hello? Ah... hi! —Saitama answered this time with a smile—. Yes, I'm working, I'm very sorry... No, don't worry, your calls are very important, you're not a bother at all... Don't worry, I'll finish my shift soon and I'll be able to...
—HAAAAA!!! —roared the creature, completely beside itself, its body trembling and writhing as if seeking to transform into something even more terrible—. INCOMPETENT HUMAN, HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT ME, I'LL KI...!!!
It couldn't finish the sentence. A single punch tore through it violently, disintegrating its body into pieces that scattered through the air like insignificant remains. The shockwave was so devastating that it swept everything around it, immediately clearing the smoke, dust, and even the clouds from the sky. The silence afterward, like the sky, was absolute.
Saitama wasn't surprised. Actually, he showed no emotion. He just observed his fist, still smoking from the force of the impact, and sighed with evident annoyance.
—Really... not even trying to listen to his story turned out to be fun —he murmured with regret.
—Darling, are you there? —said a soft voice on the other end of the call, catching his attention again.
—I'm sorry, I already finished my shift. Let me wrap up some matters and I'll be on my way back, in about two hours... —he responded quickly, while carefully picking up the girl and taking her out of the destroyed place—. Yes, don't worry... I'll arrive on time... I'm already looking forward to seeing what you've prepared for dinner, dear.
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—Dear, I'm home —said Saitama as he opened the door to his luxurious apartment in City B, unbuttoning his tie and leaving his cap along with his jacket on the coat rack. He barely had time to enter when he was tackled forcefully by a small figure with disheveled emerald green hair, who threw herself into his arms with all the energy of her heart. It was his wife, Tatsumaki, the most cheerful, gentle, good older sister, and calmest woman he had met. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, as if afraid he might escape.
—Darling, you arrived early, I'm so happy!! —she exclaimed with overflowing joy, covering him with a rain of kisses all over his bald head, leaving not a single corner free. Her affection was so intense that it ended with a prolonged kiss on the lips, one that almost took his breath away. She loved him too much, and didn't care to show it without reservation.
Saitama smiled calmly, accustomed but at the same time moved by so much love.
—I'm also glad to arrive quickly. I thought it would take me longer but at the station they told me I could leave at whatever time I wanted because of my new higher rank. I didn't know they could do that even though I've been a police officer for 3 years. —he said with a slight smile, while lifting his wife with one arm as if she weighed nothing—. Hasn't Fubuki arrived? I thought she'd be here by now.
—I'm sorry, honey. My little sister told me she'd be delayed because of work, you know, leading the Blizzard Group. She really is a dedicated woman. But don't worry, I already called her and she'll arrive in a few minutes —Tatsumaki responded sweetly, looking at him with those bright eyes that seemed to tell him how much she admired him and how much she needed his presence.
—That makes me happy. But well... let's see what you've been doing for dinn...
Upon entering the huge kitchen, Saitama found a disaster: charred dishes, blackened and still red-hot pots, completely burnt meat, and rice that seemed raw.
Tatsumaki lowered her head in shame, hiding her face behind her hair, unable to hold his gaze. Not because she feared a reproach, but because it hurt her not to be able to offer him the perfect dinner she had tried to prepare just for him. She wanted to give him the best, even though in the attempt she had destroyed the kitchen.
Saitama said nothing. He just sighed, gently released her so she could begin floating with her psychic powers, and raised his hand to caress her head tenderly, giving her a calm and sincere smile. She was startled by that gesture she loved so much.
At that moment, Saitama approached the kitchen and tried a bit of what she had prepared. Tatsumaki was immediately alarmed to see him put the bite in his mouth, but her surprise was greater when he gave her another serene smile.
—Well yes, honey, the meat got a bit burnt, but look... —he said cutting a piece and giving it to her to try—. It's not the best dish in the world, but it doesn't taste bad. —The comment surprised her even more.
Saitama pointed with his thumb at the television, which was broadcasting news about the incident in City A, showing images of his rescue of several citizens and his praise as the strongest policeman.
—Do you notice? You almost got it. You just got distracted watching the news again, didn't you?
She blushed, embarrassed.
—Don't worry, dear —said Saitama, touching her face and caressing her still flushed cheeks—. You're almost getting it. You just need time to improve. You're the most capable woman I know and I know you can do it.
Tatsumaki looked at him in silence for a few seconds, until her eyes filled with contained tears. She took his face with both hands and pulled him toward her to give him a kiss full of emotion. It was just what she needed.
—Thank you, darling... I needed that —she whispered with a huge smile, showing all the tenderness and love she felt for him.
—You're welcome, dear. Well... since this got ruined, how about I treat you and Fubuki to an elegant dinner? You told me that, as the number two heroine, you've eaten in prestigious places... why don't we indulge in those luxuries a bit more often? —said Saitama with a relaxed smile.
Tatsumaki hugged him again tightly, nodding happily. Saitama was pleased; he knew how to cheer up his lovely wife.
—I'm here... —the door opened and Fubuki appeared, visibly exhausted after her day. But as soon as her eyes landed on Saitama, the fatigue disappeared as if by magic. She ran toward him and, without hesitation, threw herself into his arms to plant a kiss on his lips that left him breathless for a moment.
—You arrived early, Darling... —she whispered in a honeyed voice while biting her lip, caressing his bald head and looking at him mischievously—. I'm so happy to be received by my strong man, in that sexy uniform... it turns me on. —And she kissed him passionately again.
It didn't last long. Immediately, Tatsumaki pushed her aside with a muffled grunt, giving her a pout loaded with jealousy. Her cheeks were still red from what had happened in the kitchen, but now it was clearly noticeable that she didn't intend to let her sister steal a single second of affection. Something that made Saitama laugh; sometimes she behaved like a little girl.
—Hey! —Tatsumaki protested, crossing her arms and frowning—. Don't abuse my patience, Fubuki. Just because you're my cute little sister doesn't mean I'm going to let you take my husband away.
—Our husband —Fubuki replied cheekily, raising her hand to show the engagement ring, shining with malice—. Even though you were the first to propose to him, I was the one who met him first in high school. Remember that well, Oneesan.
Tatsumaki arched an eyebrow, sketching a dangerous smile.
—You really are bold, little sister.
—But you still love me very much... don't you, oneesan? —Fubuki responded, returning the smile with that mischievousness she knew irritated Tatsumaki.
Saitama, meanwhile, didn't seem surprised or uncomfortable. He already knew these two well: lots of words, lots of pride, but zero actual aggression. In the end, they were sisters who loved and cared for each other, even if they disguised that affection under arguments that, in his eyes, were more tender than serious.
The atmosphere would have continued like this for a good while, with smiles, jealousy, and little pushes, if it weren't for the fact that suddenly the entire earth rumbled beneath their feet. A brutal roar shook the apartment and, in a matter of seconds, half the building came down as if it were made of paper, exposing the blue sky. Outside, a gigantic man, naked from the waist down, advanced with steps that crushed everything they touched, devastating without control.
Saitama could only sigh with annoyance, bringing a hand to the back of his neck. Once again his tranquility was ruined by a new calamity that the world had decided to throw at him.
—Well... I suppose dinner will have to wait —he murmured while adjusting his tie, putting on his cap, and taking out his phone to send a message to his station—. It won't take me long, I just hope this thing gives me a good fight; I'm getting bored. Don't take long choosing what you want for dinner, I'll be back before you can choose better.
Without further ado, he leaned toward his wives and gave each one a kiss on the forehead. Tatsumaki closed her eyes, blushing but with a serene smile, clinging to his jacket as if that way she could hold him a little longer. Fubuki, although trying to maintain her composure, couldn't help her cheeks from turning red as she looked at him with a proud gleam.
And then, with a single leap, Saitama burst through the destroyed ceiling of the apartment and shot out toward the blue sky, straight at the colossal villain that was devastating the city and perhaps the tranquility he sought.
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When Saitama left, the sisters were left floating in what had once been a luxury apartment. The silence lasted barely an instant. Suddenly, a wave of green psychic energy exploded around Tatsumaki, sweeping away what remained of walls, floors, and furniture. In a matter of seconds, the place was reduced to dust and rubble, as if it had never existed.
She, capricious and enraged, didn't take her eyes off her husband, who in the distance was facing the giant. She pursed her lips and clenched her fists, her voice loaded with rage and overflowing jealousy.
—How I hate that damn thing... —She pursed her lips and clenched her fists, her voice loaded with rage and overflowing jealousy—. It ruined my moment with Saitama. Maybe I don't have to hold back... one squeeze would be enough, and I'd turn it into a simple toothpick I'd use as I please.
To prove her point, she closed her hand forcefully, and a nearby concrete block pulverized instantly, compressed until it became a minuscule sphere. It was a clear display of her character: impatient, agitated, arrogant.
—I understand you on that, Oneesan... —she said with a cheeky smile, licking her lips—. I just wanted to give him lots of affection so that at night, he'd leave me so exhausted and satisfied that I couldn't move all day.
The words were the spark. Tatsumaki turned abruptly and approached until she was a breath away from her sister. The pressure of her power vibrated in the air, intense, almost suffocating. But Fubuki didn't back down. Her calm and cold gaze contrasted with the agitation of the older sister, and that irritated her even more.
—I still can't believe it. My scaredy-cat little sister, who always depended on me, now it turns out she thinks she's conceited. Do you really think you can be better than me?
To emphasize her words, the green-haired woman discharged her frustration on what remained within reach. The apartment below creaked with a dry roar, twisting under the psychic pressure until it compressed into a tiny sphere that floated for a moment in the air. Then, with a simple gesture of her hand, she dropped it disdainfully, and the impact dragged the rest of the luxurious building with it, reducing it to a mountain of ruins. Not a single wall survived, not a glass remained standing.
After all, all those apartments were hers; she had bought them precisely to not tolerate annoying neighbors. What did it matter if they were destroyed? To her, they were nothing more than expensive toys she could break whenever she wanted.
But Fubuki, still floating with her, responded with the same calm that Tatsumaki hated so much.
—It's true that I'm not as strong as you, Oneesan... —said Fubuki, with that poisonous calm that so irritated her sister—. But I've improved a lot thanks to our husband. —She emphasized those words with a smile loaded with malice—. His resistance to our power has been... revealing. It's so sexy when, by "accident," I tear his shirt and he lets me see that marked body. Just thinking about it excites me even more.
Tatsumaki's lip trembled with fury, while her cheeks blushed with anger and shame. Fubuki, far from stopping, continued:
—And don't forget something, sister. I may not have your brute strength, but I'm smarter. I've learned to guide people, to manipulate them if I want, with my mental communication abilities. You devastate everything like a spoiled child who breaks her toys; I build, lead, and control. I don't move up to S-class and stay in first place in A, because I don't want to take away your second place... but you know it very well, I have other ways to beat you. Hehe. And the clearest one is using our Saitama.
Tatsumaki looked at her, surprised and furious at the same time.
—You wouldn't dare.
—You know I could do it. —Fubuki brought her face so close that both their breaths mixed in an air charged with tension—. What would Saitama think if he discovered that his "mature" and "gentle" wife... is actually nothing more than an immature, arrogant, and bad-tempered brat, who explodes at the slightest provocation and only generates problems at his work because she thinks she's superior? You'd give me the chance to keep him all to myself.
The air trembled between them. Tatsumaki gritted her teeth hard, her whole body shaken by a tremor of fury. And the worst part was that deep down she knew there was truth in those words, though she would never admit it. But what poisoned her most was that her sister used her dear husband's name as a weapon, the only name capable of stripping her bare inside.
In the distance, a roar broke the air. Saitama, with a single punch, tore off the giant's head, and before the colossal body fell on the city, he launched another punch toward the sky that lifted it as if it were a lifeless doll. The impact was felt even where the two of them were, showing the incredible power Saitama had.
—You'd better go catch that body, little sister... You wouldn't want our husband to think we don't care what happens when it falls. I, on the other hand, will go help the people who might have been trapped... or those he moved out of the way so they wouldn't be hit. Let's see who gets more praise from him.
Tatsumaki didn't respond. She just clicked her tongue with annoyance and rose toward the sky, though not without first throwing her sister an icy look, loaded with unspoken threats.
—Don't think this will end here, little sister. I'll also find a way to blackmail you and subject you to my will... and when I do, you'll do everything I want without restrictions. Is that clear?
—We'll see about that, Oneesan.