HERO

Control

The speeding winds that hugged his clothed body, the taste of his own blood in his mouth, the rattling of his brain being rocked.

And all under bright blue free skies as his body passed through the clouds.

Despite the subtle pain in his cheek, he felt calm, relaxed, and somewhat at peace with himself.

At least in this moment he felt as free as a bird, as lazy as a cloud, and as natural as the land beneath it all.

You could say in a way he was experiencing Nirvana, True Enlightenment.

For truly only those that have reached such a state can feel this way, right?

And then he was launched beyond the scenery with a single strike as he was sent to the moon.

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Upon impact Saitama landed in the same exact spot that he landed last time he was shot to the moon as he landed on the soles of his feet as then prepared for the attack that was on track straight for him.

As he extended his fist foward punching the look alike of himself but it was like a darker version as his jump suit was red his gloves, boots, and cape were black and his skin was grey.

It was like a darker cooler version of himself but in terrible need of skin ointment and some time out of the house.

As he jumped off the moon as he wanted to be finished with Misery and her rebellious needs as he was going in for the kill he spoke.

"normal consecutive punches"

As the small not so powerful barrage launched Misery into the sandy ground as they were currently unknowingly in the Sahara desert.

As the barrage of punches knocked his dark version deeper into the pit as scorpions, snakes, and nearly every deadly in the desert decided to take a shot at them and were horrendously unsuccessful as the insects and animals either hurt themselves or killed themselves as they were only in the way of the somewhat brutal beat down.

Saitama was not giving Misery any leisure as this was an act of defiance against Saitama and his rule over his body, mind, and soul.

But Misery was not the type to take a beating and back down as she swung from down below planting in a massive Uppercut to saitama which did send him flying as he went from the great Sahara in Africa to over the Atlantic Ocean entering the airspace of the wondrous Machu Picchu.

As he grazed the mountain and landed directly into a grassy top of Machu Picchu creating a crator on spot.

But Misery was lazy with her fighting as Saitama had now understood the way she fought and what to expect from everything she could throw at them.

He calculated the uppercut and traced her down below as she was running toward the spot for which he would land.

As in her process once he landed she would strike him again.

But as Saitama turned around he did not fall into her trap as he caught her punch with his left hand and she responded by throwing the right but saitama caught it with his right.

For now Saitama had tightened his grip over Misery.

He was the one in control, he was the one who called the shots, and he was the one would deal with incoviences like Misery.