"You're now officially members of training unit number 104," an old man bellowed as he looked forward, eyeing each youngster with a critical eye. "Unfortunately for you, I, Keith Shadis, will be your instructor. I'm not here to give you a warm welcome. All of you are merely livestock, waiting to be eaten by Titans..."

Chill, dude. A boy with bored eyes and spiky black hair frowned, deciding to stop listening to the man's rumbling. It was kinda annoying to be there, standing for no apparent reason and having a fist on the chest like some loser side-character in the military. They were all the same, and the boy knew the reality. They were no mere mob soldiers! They were real life fighters!

...And then there was him. Just some normal guy being a soldier for fun. He also got payed.

The Shadow guy -that was his name, right?- started to move forwards and glared at each trainee. For the black-haired boy it was obvious he was just trying to be intimidating, and for the looks on most of them, he could see he was achieving his propose.

"You there!" Shadow barked, in front of a coconut blond guy.

"Yes!"

"Who the hell are you?" Shadow-san asked him.

"Armin Arlet, sir! From Shiganshina..."

I wonder what are we going to have for dinner. They say military food sucks, so I better use my allowance to buy vegetables and other food. Just a banana in the morning it's good enough for me. I just need to find a convenience store... if there is.

"Hey, you! Direct your retarded eyes forward, you fool." A sudden voice got him out of his stupor and gazed boredly at his instructor.

"Huh?"

"Huh? Is that all you're going to say, disrespectful brat? Tell me your name."

"It's Saitama," he said, still looking with no care in the world. Many cadets looked at him dumbfouded, wondering how could he keep such a lax composture.

"Saitama? That's a very stupid name, for a stupid brat like you. Why are you here?"

"I'm just looking for fun," Saitama declared like it was no big deal.

Many stares suddenly were watching him with horror and disdain, and many trainees started whispering to each other.

"Is this guy for real?"

"That's just suicidal."

"It must be some joke. No one can have such a lame motivation."

"SHUT UP!" Their instructor shouted, cutting through their incessant chatter. He glared specially at coconut hair, who said the last comment.

Keith Shadis (name which Saitama has already missed) glared at him one last time, before going to harass more trainees. He even made a poor girl eating a potato run laps non-stop. Saitama pitied her and promised he would give her a banana after going to the market.

Meanwhile, the instructor thought, glaring at the calmed and bored Saitama, that the next few years would be interesting.