A month had past since Saitama revealed his 'true' identity.
It seemed as though Saitama preferred to be his lazy self, but knew that in certain situations, his powers were required, along with his knowledge.
Today was one of those situations.
"SAITAMA!!! I WILL WIN TODAY!" Speed O'Sound Sonic, a modern day Ninja yelled at his 'arch nemesis'.
"Was it Sharp O'Shocked Sharpie or something? Anyway, I don't care." Sonic, in attempt to get the attention of Saitama, began to destroy City J, where Saitama was on his own, finishing up some shopping.
Genos was off on a mission, and for the same reason, Fubuki, Tatsumaki and Bang were not there. King was a few blocks away, buying some games, oblivious to the situation outside.
Sonic used a henge to transform his swords into pieces of paper, as if someone had lost control of their stack of pamphlets in the wind.
The paper came hurtling towards the crowd, and began to cut the people, blood sputtering on to the ground. With the falling white paper and sputters of blood, it almost looked serene. Like snow on a field of Roses and Camellias.
Saitama, quick as a housewife running to a bargain, caught all the pieces of paper, and made a stack, which returned to it's dangerous state with a 'poof'.
"You just had to disrupt my day did you, Sleek O'Slippery Slinky?"
"FOR THE LAST TIME, IT'S SPEED O'SOUND SONIC!" For once, Sonic's outburst caught the attention of the people.
Some began to run away, some just got out their phones to record a part of their boring lives.
"Suiton: Suiryuujin no jutsu!" The ninja yelled, and out of nowhere, a dragon made of water burst out, floating behind Sonic menacingly. "This will be your end!"
The citizens, now shaken with terror, all began to panic, running inside. A few already inside also began recording the scene of the fight between a crazed ninja and some weird, unknown bald hero.
"This is an announcement from the Hero Association. The threat level Tiger. All citizens, please stay clear from the area."
The woman's unemotional voice rang through the buildings.
"Did you hear that? You're threat level's Tiger." Saitama informed his enemy with a lop sided grin.
"Tiger? TIGER!? I'M MUCH MORE OF A THREAT THAN THAT!" What an odd way to take it. Saitama thought silently, staring at what the villain's next move was going to be.
Sonic, with his speed, ran up the buildings onto a roof.
There, he multiplied, using a trick he showed Saitama long ago.
After multiplying, Sonic then threw massive throwing stars at the ground. All his clones doing the same.
The throwing stars made fissures in the ground, making it tremble along with the people in fear.
"Surrender! Speed O'Sound Sonic! Because we, are the Tank Topper Army!! and we, have surrounded you!" A deep burly voice called out, and true to his words, large men with bulky muscles each stood next to a clone of Sonic.
"Booorinnggggg" Sonic drawled out, and punched the heroes at the speed of sound, because, well... Because that's what he can do...
The announcement changed.
"Emergency evacuation warning. The threat has been raised from Tiger to Demon. All residents of City J, please evacuate immediately. I repeat. All residents of City J, please evacuate immediately."
The citizens of course, would've done so already if it weren't for the entrances closed down with debris after the earth quake. Besides, outside there was only one hero, against a threat level Demon villain.
All of the population watched, faces pushed against the windows. Some even forced the windows open to get a better view.
In Saitama's head, a million thoughts travelled, faster than Sonic could. Would he risk his identity and power for the sake of defeating Sonic? Would he be able to get the citizens out of the buildings without anyone noticing? Why aren't there any other heroes arriving? Were only just the beginning of his train of thoughts.
After a while of Saitama ignoring Sonic's attacks, he thought he heard the women squeal in delight.
Saitama's face fell.
The good looking face of Ikemen Kamen Amai Mask, or more simply, Sweet Mask appeared.
The said man ambled along, waving cordially at the fans watching from above.
Some even began to praise him as if he were a god, but most just took out their phones, all attention averted to him, rather than the only other hero fighting for their sake.
Saitama, unlike many who would've been angered by this situation, brightened. He wouldn't have to reveal anything, and leave the situation to Mr. Sweet Mask!
He tried to sneak away, but Sonic's only attention was obviously on his nemesis.
"Saitama! We're not done yet!" Sweet Mask looked over to Saitama and Sonic, irritated that evil was in his sight.
"Speed O'Sound Sonic was it? I'll ask nicely. Would you kindly leave?" Amai Mask asked, an award-winning smile on his face, making many swoon.
"No. Duh."
An irk mark disrupted his perfect face, and Sweet Mask continued to strut over to the modern ninja.
"Well, I did ask nicely." Sweet Mask then punched Sonic in the face. But true to his name, Sonic dodged.
"You're ruining the moment dude." Saitama commented, and a few more irk marks popped up.
"Well then, would you kindly defeat him for us then?" Sweet Mask knew that the ninja was way out of a B ranker's lead, but this guy was irritating him, so his sarcastic reply was in no means supposed to be taken seriously.
"Thank you. Now, out of the way if you don't want your pretty face to be ruined."
"What could you, possibly do?"
"This." Saitama raised a brow in reply to the Idol Hero's question, just to aggravate him more.
"HAHAHAHA!!! I get it! He asked what you could do, and you replied with raising an eyebrow, which shows him that you could raise an eyebrow! GENIUS!!" Came Sonic's late response.
The two heroes stared at the villain until he stopped rolling on the floor.
"That took you way too much time..." Saitama sighed.
"Shut up!" Now completely red, both furious and embarrassed, Sonic attacked Yuusuke. His clones surrounded Saitama, all holding a sword. "Iron Maiden!" Was the rightfully named technique as his clones closed in on Saitama.
Sweet Mask nodded, criticising the attack and ranking it.
"Seven out of ten. Good attack but I've definitely seen better." He said, and walked up to the villain, expecting the Class B hero to be dead on the ground, but when he actually noticed what had happened, he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Stoic! That was a good attack!"
"It's Sonic!!"
"The form and everything was great! But if I were you, I'd multiply more, and instead of stabbing, keep slashing. The attack can be called the Iron Kamaitachi or something!" He advised.
Realising the small audience present were both confused, but not for the reason he thought was for, he decided to do a demonstration.
"See? Like this-" Saitama ran around Sonic at the speed of sound, but somehow faster. Thirty or more of the shining head appeared, and instead of slashing, like he had insisted, Saitama stretched out his arm.
The momentum of his speed was enough to squash Sonic to the centre of the Bald hurricane, one of his 'stretched arms' happening to punch Sonic in his private area, yet again.
The men in the buildings all cringed.
"-like that!" Sonic was on the ground, grabbing the part between his thighs sensitively. "Oh, sorry... I didn't mean that."
"Remember this!" Sonic ran off with the final squeak.
"Hmm, what's your name again?" Amai Mask drawled out after he had witnessed Saitama forge the doors open, and break borders for the people to escape.
"Saitama. Class B, rank 7."
"I know. I'm assuming that you know me."
"Yes, Suzuki Tarou I believe." Amai Mask tried to attack Saitama out of the blue, swinging a well practised punch at the egg like man's face.
The audience was surprised that the idol had suddenly tried to punch another hero, but were even more surprised when no damage was inflicted.
"-how.. How do you know that name!?"
"How? Oh, forgot that some of you hide your names! Sorry! I won't tell!"
"HOW!?"
"Should we go somewhere else? We're already getting more attention than needed..." The fact had slipped the idol's mind, and they walked away from the famous hero's secret, but only to walk towards another secret.