"Dear readers, due to some changes, I wanted to rewrite my story, which is originally in Spanish, to improve it. I ask for your understanding, and also that I'm not very good at translations. There may be some errors in the final version. I simply ask that you enjoy and appreciate it as much as I do. Thank you."
In the daily life of any city, especially one as enormous as City A, the atmosphere could be calm, familiar and productive: workers going through their routines hoping the day 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 portrait of peace…
—BOOOM!!
Or rather… it was. A colossal explosion shook the place, ripping away every last shred of that normalcy. In a matter of seconds, buildings were reduced to dust and entire structures collapsed under the shock wave. The roar didn't stop there: another detonation, and then another, turned the calm into an expanding inferno. Chaos advanced without restraint, without measure.
Desperate reports claimed that local heroes had tried to stop the catastrophe, but had been struck down with terrifying ease by the source of the disaster: a purple creature, muscular and sporting long antennae, razing everything in its path. Its power seemed limitless, 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 faded to a distant echo, until the only audible sound was the sharp sobbing of a little girl, alone, lost among the rubble. She was crying, paralyzed by terror, unable to comprehend any of the destruction surrounding her. She didn't notice the enormous shadow looming over her: a giant purple hand, descending with brutality to crush her in a single squeeze.
But when the ground trembled beneath that fist… the little girl was no longer there. The Kaijin blinked in confusion, turning its gaze to one side. And what it saw baffled it even further: a simple police officer was holding the small child in his arms, already unconscious, carefully carrying her away and setting her down in a safe place. The man stood up slowly, adjusting his cap with unshakeable calm.
The purple creature, still confused, stared at him without understanding how it had missed. Its eyes locked onto that insignificant human who was now looking directly back at it, without a trace of fear, steady, observing it with a serenity that contrasted with the madness of the destruction surrounding them both.
—You're fast… who are you? —said the Kaijin with apparent calm, though its anger was evident in every word.
The police officer looked at it with those tranquil eyes, removed the cap covering his remarkable bald head, and planted himself before it with a monotone expression.
—I'm the officer… ah, right, they promoted me a few days ago, though I told them clearly I didn't want it. What a hassle… but well, I'm not going to say I'm a Commissioner… Anyway, my name is Saitama.
The monster growled, irritated.
—Are you joking? What kind of stupid backstory is that? Mine is far superior! I was form…!
—Rin rin rin rin…
A phone rang, cutting sharply through the tense atmosphere.
—Ah, sorry, that's mine. Would you excuse me 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 take care of getting the other citizens out with the help of the heroes. If they give you any trouble, let me know and I'll put them in their place for interfering with an officer on duty… Hello? Goodbye. —he hung up with a sigh—. Right, what were you saying?
—FOOLISH HUMAN! I was formed by the contamination that…!!
—Rin rin rin rin…
The phone rang again.
—Sorry again, hehe… —said Saitama, answering once more—. Yes?... I already told you there's no problem, just focus on your work… I already mentioned it to the officers, I don't need any extra help… Help with protection if you think you're so good!... if you call again you won't like what happens to you… Yes… goodbye. —he hung up, pressed a hand to his forehead in annoyance, and looked back at the monster—. Sorry, that call was a nuisance. Please, continue.
—I was formed by the contamination covering the earth, I am…!
—Rin rin rin rin…
The metallic ringtone interrupted again. A vein began to throb on the monster's forehead, growing ever more furious at the interruptions.
—I'm sorry, honestly your story sounds interesting… Hello?... Ah, hey King… What? You have a new video game?… I don't think this is the best moment, I'm a little busy. Yeah, I'll check it out tomorrow and return the one I borrowed… alright, goodbye… Ah… Right, what were you saying?
—I AM VACCINE…!!
—Rin rin rin rin… —the phone rang again. The monster could no longer bear that humiliation.
—Hello? Ah… hi! —Saitama answered this time with a smile—. Yeah, I'm working, I'm so 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 and then I can…
—HAAAAA!!! —roared the creature, completely beside itself, its body trembling, drooling and writhing as if trying to transform into something even more terrible—. INCOMPETENT HUMAN, HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT ME, I'LL KILL…!!!
It couldn't finish the sentence. A single blow tore through it with violence, disintegrating its body into pieces that scattered through the air like insignificant debris. The shock wave was so devastating that it swept everything around them, instantly clearing the smoke, the dust, and even the clouds from the sky. The silence that followed, like the sky itself, was absolute.
And Saitama… hadn't actually paid attention to the moment he threw the punch, because he'd been wiping the drool from his eyes that had fallen from the creature's scream. When he noticed its condition, he was surprised and looked at his fist, still smoking from the force of the impact, and sighed with evident exasperation, almost like pity.
—I'm truly sorry… I really wanted to hear your story. Next time I have to remember to put it on silent or set the voicemail. —he murmured with regret—. But anyway, what can you do?
—Dear, are you there? —a gentle voice said then from the other end of the call, recapturing his attention.
—Oh, that's right… I'm sorry, I just finished my shift. Let me wrap up a couple of things and I'll head back, about four hours from now… —at that he carefully gathered the little girl while carrying her out of the destroyed area—. Yes, don't worry… I'll be there on time… I'm already looking forward to seeing what you've made for dinner, my dear.
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—My dear, I'm home —said Saitama as he opened the door to his luxurious apartment in City B, loosening his tie and leaving his cap along with his jacket on the coat rack. He barely had time to step inside when he was struck with force 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 happiest, most gentle, most loving big sister and most composed woman he had ever known. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, as if afraid he might slip away.
—Honey, you arrived early, I'm so happy!! —she exclaimed with overflowing joy, showering him with a rain of kisses all over his bald head, leaving not a single spot untouched. Her affection was so intense it ended with a long kiss on the lips, one that nearly stole his breath away. She loved him too much, and she didn't care about showing it without reservation.
Saitama smiled calmly, accustomed to it, yet moved at the same time by so much love.
—I'm glad to be back early too. I thought it would take longer, but at the station they told me I could leave whenever I wanted because of my new higher rank. I didn't know they could do that, and I've been a police officer for 3 years. —he said with his usual calm, lifting his wife with a single arm—. Hasn't Fubuki arrived? I thought she'd already be here by now.
—I'm sorry, sweetheart. My little sister told me she'd be delayed by work, you know, guiding the Blizzard Group. She really is a dedicated woman. But don't worry, I called her and she'll be here in a few minutes —responded Tatsumaki warmly, looking at him with those bright eyes that seemed to say how much she admired him and how much she needed his presence.
—That's good to hear. But well… let's see what you've been working on for din…
Upon entering the enormous kitchen, Saitama found a disaster: charred plates, blackened pots still glowing red-hot, completely burned meat and rice that appeared completely raw.
Tatsumaki lowered her head in shame, hiding her face behind her hair, unable to meet his eyes. Not because she feared a reprimand, but because it hurt her not to be able to offer him the perfect dinner she had tried to prepare just for him. She had wanted to give him the best, even if in the attempt she had destroyed the kitchen.
Saitama said nothing. He only sighed, set her down gently so she could begin floating with her psychic powers, and raised a hand to stroke her head tenderly, offering her a calm and sincere smile. She startled at that gesture she loved so much.
At that moment, Saitama moved toward the kitchen and tasted a bit of what she had prepared. Tatsumaki immediately grew alarmed watching him bring the bite to his mouth, but her surprise was even greater when he gave her another serene smile.
—Well yes, my dear, you burned the meat a bit in some spots, but look —he said, breaking off a piece with his fingers and offering it to her to taste directly—. It's not the best dish in the world and it's not perfect, but it doesn't taste bad at all. You just shouldn't have gotten so angry at the news while you were cooking.
Saitama casually gestured with his thumb toward the living room television that was still broadcasting continuous news about the serious incident in City A, showing repetitive images of the coordinated rescue involving several heroes from the Association and other secondary activities from the disaster, but notably making no mention whatsoever of the most important part — the fact that Saitama had been the one to defeat the monster that had generated all that massive chaos in the first place.
That perfectly explained both the food forgotten burning on the stove and the fact that the elegant glass dining table had been completely destroyed, with fragments dangerously embedded in the living room ceiling. His wife was normally an incredibly sweet and caring person, kind to everyone, but it was clearly evident that her powers awakened unconsciously, perhaps that was her way of being angry or something like that, he wasn't entirely sure.
—Well, at least the table was already old. It was a lovely welcome gift from one of my female coworkers —he commented in a calm tone, continuing to eat—. We had to change it anyway. And Fubuki seemed to not like it for some reason. I wonder why?
Tatsumaki blushed, embarrassed.
—Don't worry about it, my dear —said Saitama, touching her face and caressing her warm cheek—. You're almost getting the hang of cooking. I know I'm usually the one who cooks, but… You're the most capable woman I know. I know you can do it.
Tatsumaki looked at him in silence for several seconds without saying anything, only observing him steadily. Saitama thought that perhaps he hadn't explained himself well or that she hadn't even understood what he said, although being honest he wasn't sure he'd understood himself because he was too distracted trying to figure out whether what he was eating was pork, beef, or some completely different animal he couldn't identify given how burned it was.
But then he saw how his wife's eyes unexpectedly filled with tears.
Without warning, Tatsumaki brought both hands to his face and drew him close without giving him time to react. The distance disappeared in an instant, and their lips met in a deep kiss, charged with everything she hadn't known how to say before. It wasn't impulsive without meaning; there was a clear need behind it, a way of clinging to someone who, instead of rejecting her, remained right there. For her, that moment meant more than the contact: it was the confirmation of desire and empathy for the man who had stolen her heart.
—Thank you, my dear… I needed that —she whispered with an enormous smile, revealing all the tenderness and love she felt for him.
—You're welcome, my dear, ("hehe, I think I did that right") —Saitama responded naturally, then looked at the piece of burned meat he was still holding and casually tossed it to one side where it landed in the sink—. Well, how about I treat you and Fubuki to an elegant dinner out? You'd told me before that as the number 2 heroine of Class S you've eaten at several prestigious and expensive places… why don't we treat ourselves to those luxuries a little more often now that we have the money?
Tatsumaki hugged him tightly again, nodding happily. Saitama was pleased knowing how to brighten his lovely wife's mood.
—I'm here…
The door opened and Fubuki appeared, visibly exhausted after her day. She wore her characteristic dark green dress that matched her stunning hair and showed off how beautifully her spectacular figure was flattered by it. Along with a white plush fur coat she wore like a cape to give herself a more mature and powerful feel. It was clear she was a very powerful woman. But the moment her eyes landed on Saitama, the exhaustion vanished as if by magic. Without saying a word, she walked quickly toward him and, in the last step, practically threw herself into his arms.
The kiss arrived without warning, direct, with an intensity that didn't come from haste but from the need to have him close. Saitama barely had time to react, surprised by the impulse, while she clung to him with more force than she seemed capable of. It wasn't just a greeting or a passing whim; in that gesture there was relief, as though after everything she'd had to endure, the only thing she needed was to make sure he was still there.
—You came early, Darling… —she whispered in a honeyed voice while biting her lip, caressing his bald head and looking at him with a mischievous glint—. I'm so happy to be welcomed by my strong man, in that oh-so-sexy uniform… it gets me going. —And she kissed him again with passion.
—Muu…
It didn't last long. Immediately, Tatsumaki pushed her aside with a stifled growl, shooting her a pout loaded with jealousy. Her cheeks were still red from what had happened in the kitchen, but now it was clearly evident she had no intention of allowing her sister to steal even a single second of affection. Something that made Saitama laugh — sometimes she acted like a little girl.
—Hey! —Tatsumaki protested, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow—. Don't push my patience too far, Fubuki. Just because you're my precious little sister doesn't mean I'm going to let you take my husband from me.
—Our husband —replied Fubuki shamelessly, raising her hand to show off her engagement ring, gleaming with malice—. Even if you were the first to propose to him, I'm the one who met him first in high school. Remember that well, Oneesan.
Tatsumaki raised an eyebrow, sketching a dangerous smile.
—You really have some nerve, little sister.
—But you still love me very much… don't you, Oneesan? —replied Fubuki, returning the smile with that mischief she knew irritated Tatsumaki.
Saitama, meanwhile, seemed neither surprised nor uncomfortable. He knew these two all too well: plenty of words, plenty of pride, but zero real aggression. In the end, they were sisters who loved and looked after each other, even if they disguised that affection beneath arguments that, in his eyes, were more tender than serious.
The atmosphere would have continued like that for a good while, with smiles, jealousy and small shoves, if not for the fact that suddenly the earth itself trembled beneath their feet. A brutal crash shook the apartment and, within seconds, half the building came down like paper, exposing the blue sky. Outside, a gigantic man, naked from the waist down, advanced with footsteps that crushed everything they touched, rampaging without control.
Saitama could only sigh in annoyance, raising a hand to the back of his neck. Once again his peace was being ruined by a new calamity the world had decided to throw at him.
—Well… I suppose dinner will have to wait —he murmured as he adjusted his tie, placed his cap back on and pulled out his phone to send a message to his station—. It won't take long, I just hope this thing gives me a decent fight. I'm already bored. Don't take too long picking what you want for dinner, I'll be back before you can even decide.
With no further words, he leaned toward his wives and gave each one a kiss on the forehead. Tatsumaki closed her eyes, flushed, but with a serene smile, clutching his jacket as if she could hold him back just a little longer that way. Fubuki, though trying to maintain her composure, couldn't stop her cheeks from turning red as she watched him with a proud gleam in her eyes.
And then, with a single leap, Saitama broke through the shattered ceiling of the apartment and shot into the blue sky, heading straight for the colossal villain tearing apart the city. Today it seemed clear the world had no intention of leaving him in peace.
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When Saitama left, the sisters remained floating above what had once been a luxury apartment. The silence lasted barely an instant.
A wave of green psychic energy exploded around Tatsumaki. It was neither gradual nor contained: it swept through walls, floors and furniture in a single pulse, reducing the whole place to dust and rubble as if the entire architecture had decided to surrender. She wasn't looking at it. Her eyes were fixed on her husband's figure, who was in the distance facing the giant.
—How I hate that wretched thing… —she pressed her lips together and clenched her fists, her voice heavy with overflowing rage—. It ruined my moment with my dear. Maybe I don't have to hold back… one squeeze would be enough, and I'd reduce it to a simple toothpick to do with as I pleased.
To underscore it, she closed her hand. A nearby block of concrete was silently pulverized, compressed until it was the size of a marble. She let it drop without looking at it.
—I understand you completely, Oneesan… —said Fubuki with a shameless smile, licking her lips with brazenness—. I just wanted to shower him with so much affection so that at night, he'd leave me so exhausted and satisfied that I couldn't move for the whole day.
Tatsumaki turned sharply toward her. The psychic pressure vibrated in the air between them, dense, almost solid. But Fubuki didn't retreat a single centimeter. She stayed exactly where she was, arms crossed and that calm expression that her sister found infinitely more infuriating than any direct provocation.
—I still can't believe it. My timid little sister, the one who always needed me, now thinks she's something special. Do you seriously think you can compete with me?
To accompany her words, she unleashed her frustration downward. The apartment below cracked with a dry crash, the beams twisting under the psychic pressure until they were compressed into a sphere that floated for an instant in the air before falling. The impact dragged the rest of the building along with it. Not a wall remained standing, not a pane of glass survived. After all, all those apartments were hers. She had bought them precisely so she wouldn't have to tolerate neighbors. What did it matter to break them? To her, they were nothing more than expensive toys she could break whenever she pleased.
But Fubuki, still floating alongside her, responded with the same calm Tatsumaki hated so much.
—It's true that I'm not as strong as you, Oneesan… But I've improved a great deal thanks to our Darling. —She emphasized those words with a smile loaded with malice—. His resistance to our power has been… revealing. He's so sexy when, "by accident," I tear his shirt and he lets me see that incredible sculpted body. Just thinking about it excites me even more.
Tatsumaki's lip trembled with fury, her cheeks flushing with rage and embarrassment. Fubuki, far from stopping, continued:
—And don't forget something, sister. You may not have my brute force. But I have something you never bothered to develop: I've greatly improved my power to control the minds of others without them knowing exactly when they stopped making their own decisions. You can pulverize a building in two seconds. I can bring down the person who built it from the inside, and they'll never know it was me. I don't rise to Class S and stay at the top of Class A, because from there I can move without anyone watching me too closely. Because Class A gives me access to networks and people that can't be seen from above. And because, frankly, I don't want the scrutiny that comes with standing beside you. Too much noise. Too much rubble. It's not my style. I want the power of total control, something you could never achieve.
She paused briefly, letting that land.
—But there's something that surpasses all of that and that could beat you. Hehe. Our Darling.
Tatsumaki tensed suddenly.
—You wouldn't dare.
—Wouldn't I? —Fubuki floated slowly, without hurrying, until the space between them stopped being distance and became something else entirely. When she spoke in her ear, her voice was low, almost intimate, laden with a calm that cut deeper than any direct threat—. What would he think if he discovered that his "mature" and "gentle" wife is nothing more than a little girl who pulverizes buildings when she gets frustrated, who explodes at the slightest provocation and drags her problems all the way into his work because she can't stand for anything to exist without her permission? —She tilted her head slightly—. I wouldn't need to do anything more, sister. You'd give me the clear path all by yourself.
The air between the two vibrated with something that didn't belong to either of their powers. It was quieter than that. Colder.
Tatsumaki clenched 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, even though she would never admit it. But what poisoned her most was that her sister used her beloved's name as a weapon — the only name capable of laying her bare from within.
In the distance, a crash broke through the air and her thoughts. Saitama, with a single blow, tore off the giant's head, and before the colossal body could fall onto the city, he launched another punch into the sky that sent it soaring like a paper doll. The impact was felt all the way where both sisters stood, displaying the incredible power that the husband of the two sisters possessed. Nothing less than a beautiful spectacle.
—You'd better go catch that body, Oneesan… You wouldn't want my Darling to think we don't care what happens when it falls. I, on the other hand, will go help the people who may have been left trapped… or the ones he moved out of the way so they wouldn't be hit. Let's see who earns more of his praise.
Tatsumaki didn't respond. She merely clicked her tongue in annoyance and ascended toward the sky, though not without shooting her sister one last icy glare, loaded with unspoken threats.
—Don't think this ends here, little sister. I'll find a way to blackmail you too and bend you to my will… and when I do, you'll do everything I want without restrictions. Is that clear?
Fubuki didn't move. She watched her go without any tension in her body, with her hands still at her sides, with the same serene expression with which everything had begun.
—That remains to be seen, Oneesan.