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This story takes place after the conclusion of the battle with Boros and the epilogue of Rosario's manga.

Part I: Unexpected Punch

After many and difficult efforts, the battle was finally over. The alien spaceship had crashed on the debris of the demolished Hero Association. Delighted and most of all relieved, the S-Class heroes wore a series of glad smiles, with the exception of Tatsumaki who was a grumpy as always and Pri-Pri-Prisoner who, taking his excitement to a highest level, ran around shouting blissful cheers.

''Whoa! The hell, can't anyone stop that pansy from swinging his 'junk' all over the place?!'' Metal Bat demanded, noticeably pissed at his comrade's shameless express of joy.

''Calm down, Metal Bat, Pri-Pri-Prisoner is just happy we won,'' said Superalloy Darkshine. The truth was that he, too, could tell how improper that action was, yet his friendship with the happy-go-lucky naked man obligated him to talk to his defense.

A little farther from them, Atomic Samurai examined the severed arm of his top disciple. ''Are you sure you're okay, Iaian? This wound could get pretty serious if you leave it as it is for long.''

''Yes, Shisho!'' replied Iaian in a loud and clear tone.

''We better get you there before you pass out from blood loss…'' Shifting his attention, he appealed to Bang, who was standing atop a large boulder. ''HEY, SILVERFANG, ANY SIGHT OF THE CITY'S MEDICAL TEAMS?!''

With a fully composed look on his face —his trade-mark expression— Bang turned back to Atomic Samurai and responded bluntly, ''My eyes are not as sharp as they were in the past, but I think I see some vehicles approaching… This or I really need to visit an ophthalmologist for these black dots…''

All in all, despite some doses of absurdness, the situation could be generally considered good. The Earth had been saved and there were no casualties. What else could defenders of justice ask for?

However, in the midst of that sunny atmosphere, there was and one who didn't—no, more like he couldn't share the others' enthusiasm.

Restless and full of worry, Genos had strayed off of the heroic bunch, wandering inside the gigantic spaceship's remnants in search of Saitama. There was no word of the bald hero after it collided with the ground and that caused his cyborg disciple discomfort. There was no way Saitama had lost, he knew that better than anyone, still, his master's unexplained absence was too strange to be left unchecked.

''Nothing again,'' Genos murmured, scanning through a long corridor and its walls with his mechanical eyes. ''I have covered most of this ship's interior, and yet Saitama-Sensei's life signals are nowhere to be found.'' Raising his right hand, he touched his chin, skeptical. ''This doesn't make sense… Sensei was definitely on board and today isn't a Special Sales Day, so the possibilities of him abandoning this place to rush there is zero percent… But if he isn't here, '' yellow eyes drifted toward the metallic ceiling, ''where is he, then?''

The same time the troubled cyborg was wondering about his mentor's whereabouts, he was floating in the middle of a colorful vortex, flowing fast toward its other end. That sort of experience new to him, and since he had no idea what was happening anyway, he had settled on observing its surroundings – not that there was anything to observe, but what else could he do to pass time?

''Hmm… I remember punching that flashy beam and then being covered by that strong white flash… But how the heck did I get here exactly?'' he wondered, having his arms crossed over his chest. ''Could it be that I'm actually dead? Maybe that Boros-guy was stronger than he seemed… But I don't feel dead! Is death supposed to be so colorful? And if I've died, where am I going?'' Raising his sight up, he witnessed a white light in the shape of a gateway at the end of his course. ''So… Could that be Heaven? It's white so it must be Heaven, right? I haven't done anything as bad as to be sent to Hell, anyhow.'' His face was shrouded in anxiety. ''Wait! If this is Heaven, how do things work out up there? Do they even have convent stores?'' In a sudden switch, anxiety was overwhelmed by terror. ''Don't tell me they don't make any discou—!'' cutting his thought short, the white light swallowed him whole, bestowing on his head a momentary shine as bright as the brightest sun.

Seconds later, a white portal was opened in the sky above an unknown location, spitting Saitama out like a fruit's core.

''What the heck?!'' he exclaimed upon realizing that he was falling. There wasn't anything he could do, though. He was capable of casually jumping between the Earth and the moon, but unfortunately not flying.

Without any brakes to stop his fall, he crashed into the ground, the impact being such that created a large, crack-filled crater. A cloud of dust spread through the air, and the dirt surrounding the crater flipped over, making the whole site resemble some sort of brown-colored design of a flower. As it stood, Genos wasn't the only piece of art around Saitama anymore – though it was more literal in the latter case.

''Okay… What was that just now?'' the bald hero questioned in an attempt to access the situation. He punched the deadly beam, was swallowed by a white light, floated through a tunnel of colors and then was swallowed again by a similar light, crash-landing God-knows where. Thinking about it too much wouldn't help, though.

Lifting his body from inside the sunken dirt, he climbed up till the surface of the crater. There, he came before bizarre scenery. He was in a forest, but not one like the ones he was familiar with. The trees were taller than usual and their foliage somewhat like that of Amazonian forests. There were even vines in sight. Regardless, the oddest thing was still another. The sky above him wasn't the standard, clear azure color, but rather a combination of it with spring green. Furthermore, there were no signs of birds flying anywhere. The only creatures flapping their wings across the sky were bats: animals who normally move at night. The situation was truly becoming weirder and weirder by the second.

More puzzled than ever, he dragged himself out of the hole he had just made, and shaking off of him some dust, he headed deeper into the woods. Too his good luck, he came to spot a path crossing the myriads of thick trees, so he decided to use it as a lead outside. He couldn't tell where it would take him; nevertheless, it was a lot better than wandering aimlessly, without a destination.

As minutes came to pass, having covered a significant distance, Saitama noticed the forest around him thinning out. ''I must be almost at the exit,'' he thought.

Strolling some more, he indeed found himself out of the massive green, falling head on in front of another unexpected spectacle. Some yards away stood a large building, its general structure resembling some sort of old-fashioned mansion. But why in the middle of a bizarre forest, in the middle of nowhere? What kind of eccentric people liked to build it specifically there from all the other places in the world? Well, truth to be told, he couldn't say if there were more proper places where he had ended up.

His head being bombarded with countless questions, Saitama made up his mind, and with immeasurable curiosity possessing him, he headed to the building. There was a chance he could meet someone there to fill him in on where he was, and maybe also give him something to eat.

It was then that, arriving a few meters away from its outer gate, he became witness to a suspicious sight. Behind the iron fence, he could see a man having cornered a beautiful teenage girl between some trees. He had short, spiky hair and was wearing a white truck suit with blue lines and white sneakers. The girl had pointy purple hair to her neck's height and on her upper half she was wearing a long-sleeved white sweatshirt with blue sleeves over a black single. Below them, her outfit consisted of a goldenrod skirt of checkered design, long stockings with dark and light purple stripes, and brown shoes. A noticeable addition was a black belt tied to her left leg.

As it would be stupid to arbitrary jump out of nowhere and start punching without a clue on the case, Saitama approached to a spot nearby, walking in his tiptoes to not make unnecessary noise, and snuck behind a large bush.

''How many times do I have to tell you that you're annoying?'' the girl growled with a deep frown.

''It doesn't matter. I may backed off in the past, but not this time,'' replied the man, completely unfazed by her words.

The girl's frown evolved into a hostile scowl. ''If you don't leave me alone right now, you're going to regret it!''

''Why? So you can go back to that brat, Aono?'' Though his voice had started off as simply firm, steadily it turned into one full of frustration. ''That guy will never love you! He's stuck to his memory of Akashiya's lost other half. In comparison, I'm willing to give you all the love you're longing for.'' Rather than saying he was determined, that man could easily be labeled as overly obsessed.

In a sudden leaning forward, he locked the girl's shoulders in a tight grasp, implying that he planned to kiss her against her will. However, he soon saw them being surrounded by a thick layer of cold. Focusing his eyes on them, he distinguished ice particles floating around them.

''I won't repeat it… Leave me alone!'' the girl demanded, grinding her teeth in fury.

The man eyes narrowed in displease. Her opposition certainly annoyed him almost as much as his persistence her. In the end, he let out a small sigh and did as told, pulling back and shoving his hands in his pockets.

''Your idiotic devotion to him is bound to destroy you someday, Shirayuki,'' he said. ''You're wasting your only chance to experience some happiness.''

''I would rather die than surrender to you!''

''Is that so…?'' Foreshowing trouble, the man's mouth curved into a devious smirk. ''Well, that can be arranged.'' His hands simultaneously lashing out of his pockets, he threw at her two small pouches.

Upon contact, the thin thread holding them closed loosened up and from their interior spread out a red powder, enveloping the girl from head to toe.

''Cuh…! What the heck are you doing?!'' she barked with a rough couch, and pointed her hands at him, fingers wide open and stretched. Even so, nothing special happened. ''Eh?! Why I can't use ice?''

''Thermic dust!'' stated the man, all satisfaction. ''It enters the body of ice-type youkai and brings their temperature to a level where they are unable to produce ice. At the moment, you have more or less been regressed to a regular human…'' His smirk widened, mixing its evilness with lust. ''Which is plenty convenient as there's no one to intervene like last time! Your friends are too busy with your club activities to get all worried about a long visit to the toilet.'' Following the day's series of surprises, the lecherous man's body began undergoing drastic changes, transforming into a horrendous monster.

His hair became spikier, like needles; his body muscles increased to a slight extent; and for the end, his back grew a large octopus with eight large, buffed tentacles that had replaced his normal arms. His face Illuminated with a gleam of delight, he launched half of them at the girl, entangling all her limbs and raising her up in midair.

''Ugh…! Let… me… go…'' she gasped from the pain the tentacles imposed on her arms and legs.

''I thought you didn't mind dying if you had to become mine,'' the man replied sarcastically. ''Although, you won't avoid that either…'' Employing two other tentacles, he moved them into her skirt, starting to lift it up. In the meantime, the ones holding her legs had forced them open and were drawing her closer to his crotch.

''NOO—MM!'' she attempted to scream, with her eyes flooding down two long rivers of tears, but the monster swiftly silenced her with another free tentacle.

''Resistance is futile! Today is the day you will finally become my woman, Shiray—'' cutting his lusty speech short, the humanoid octopus sensed something pocking his back. ''Hm?!'' Confused, he turned around, and there, he saw a bald man wearing a ridiculous, tattered yellow suit with dusty red gloves and boots, as well as a ripped white cape and a wide black belt. He was poking the head of the octopus as casually as a nagging child. ''What the?! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!''

Continuing to be as casual as it goes, Saitama raised his face and replied bluntly, ''Trying to rape a girl using tentacles—just how much nasty porn have you watched, dude?''

''You're in the way! Get lost!'' Enraged by having his plan interrupted for yet another time, the hideous rapist attacked Saitama with a strong slap of his last free tentacle. Not even bothered to twitch an eyebrow, the latter countered using the same tactic, bursting the incoming tentacle into a bloody mess. ''GYAAH!''

It was a sight as amazing as unbelievable. Overcoming momentarily her distress, the captive maiden stared at her unknown savior in great astonishment. The only beings capable of such a feat she was familiar with were vampires, but that man looked nothing of the sort. If anything, there were no references to the elegant and prideful race losing their hair.

''GRRRR!'' His anger seizing control of his every brain cell, the octopus-man released the girl roughly on the ground, leading her into a pained yelp, and gathered his remaining tentacles together for a combined assault. ''YOU BASTARD, YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!'' Impatient, he launched them altogether, his aim to pulverize the meddler's body.

Unfortunately for him, he had picked a fight with the last person he should ever have. ''Hey, hasn't anyone told you that this line never works?'' Slightly pulling his right fist backwards, Saitama punched the monster to millions of tiny pieces of flesh. They were blasted high in the air and scattered all over the area in the form of a disturbing —and surely disgusting— downpour.

Dumbstruck, the poor girl couldn't even find the right words to describe what had taken place right in front of her trembling eyes. Who on earth was that caped baldy and where did he popped out from?

''Oh, snap! Like being torn wasn't enough… It'll surely stink if it dries out!'' whined Saitama, examining a small bloodstain on his right sleeve.

''Who… Who are you?'' the girl asked in utter loss.

Saitama turned to her. ''Me? I'm Saitama, a B-Class hero.''

''Hero…?''

''Yup!'' Stepping above her, he reached out his hand to help her stood up. ''Are you okay? That horny squid hit you quite hard,'' eyes monetarily averted to the side, ''or was it an octopus?!'' he pondered. ''Speaking of which, how long has it been since I last had takoyaki?''

The girl took his hand and stood up with some effort. ''It's fine. I've gone worse.''

''Oh! I see.''

''Thanks for helping me,'' she said with a smile of gratitude.

''Well, that's our job!'' replied Saitama. After that, he gave a good look at his surroundings. ''So… err… what exactly is this place?''

On the question, the girl flinched. How could he not be familiar with Youkai Academy? Being inside the Great Barrier meant that he wasn't human. No human would be capable of what he did, in any case. Even Tsukune had to use Moka's blood to fight in the beginning. Seriously, who was that self-proclaimed hero?

''You don't know?''

''Nope, no idea! I don't even know how I got here.''

The case was becoming especially awkward. Lost about what was going on with him, the girl first introduced herself as 'Shirayuki Mizore', and next told him that her friends were waiting, so if he had no problem with it, he could follow her to their clubroom, to get the answers he sought there. Saitama's response to that was a 'why not?' shrug. He didn't have anything to lose, and in any case, it would be wise to have a guide.

''Is that true?!'' Tsukune jolted in shock.

After Mizore appeared in their clubroom accompanied by a stranger with torn clothes, everyone naturally started questioning about his identity, prompting her to narrate the whole incident. Naturally, it was next to impossible for the youkai gang to take in all those facts so nonchalantly.

''That scum! It's already been two years, and he still hasn't learnt his lesson!'' Kurumu grumbled, highly aggrieved. Their rivalry aside, Mizore was her best friend. Hearing that she was in the brink of being raped, again, made the succubus's blood boil.

''Either way, it's over,'' said Mizore as to calm her down. ''He's gone now.''

''So Saitama-san really killed him with one punch-desu?'' Yukari questioned, full of puzzlement.

''It's quite remarkable as it stands,'' commented Ruby. ''Kotsubo-sensei wasn't a High Class youkai; nevertheless, killing him with only one blow is an act worthy of admiration.''

''Hmph! Onee-sama would have done it too, if she wished for it,'' Kokoa claimed, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly. In her eyes, her beloved big sister was the mightiest of all.

''Don't forget Tsukune-san!'' protested Fong Fong. ''Since he became a Shinso, he's as strong as Moka-san.'' If there was something to actually compete with the young orange-haired vampire's colossal sister complex, that was the mafia boy's equally intense mentor complex about Tsukune.

His confusion rising, Tsukune appealed to Moka, who was standing beside him. ''Are there any other youkai as powerful as the Shinso, Moka-san?''

''I don't think so. In a discussion I had with Father, he stated that Shinso are undoubtedly the most powerful entities mentioned in the entire history of Youkai Realm.''

It was truly incomprehensible. How could someone, whose origins were completely unknown, share the same level of power with the ones standing at the very top of youkai world's strongest warriors?

''Those Shinso… Nmm… They sound pretty tough… Nmm…'' Saitama remarked in the midst of devouring a pack of cheese-flavored chips, sat on a chair. It was already late afternoon, and the academy's cafeteria was closed, thus the only thing they could provide him with to quell his hunger was regular snacks.

His quizzical look switching with a serious one, Tsukune shifted his attention to him. ''Saitama-san…''

''Nmm… Yeah?''

''Thank you a lot for saving Mizore-chan!'' He was clueless about the dire predicament his dear friend was experiencing not too long ago, making it impossible for him to rush to her rescue, so the least Tsukune could do to express his gratitude was to thank her savior as sincerely as he could, following it right after with a respect bow.

For Saitama, that was one of the rare cases where he received people's gratitude for his actions, and despite not presenting much of a reaction to most stuff in general, he couldn't but crack a small grin. There were no money to what he did, but being a hero goes way beyond that.

''No need to make such a big deal out of it. You were the one covering for these guys during the past two years, weren't you? Mizore told me while we were coming come here,'' Saitama stated, strangely inviting discomfort on the young man's expression.

''I-It's not exactly like that,'' stuttered Tsukune, drops of sweat rolling down his face.

''Huh?''

Everything pointed out that Mizore had taken the liberty to alter their group's story to an extent. It wasn't a lie that Tsukune wanted to protect his friends, but being the main person doing it was misinformation. Mizore certainly didn't have any bad intentions when she changed and hid some parts of their adventures, yet it was wrong to leave it as such.

To correct things, Tsukune took seat on another chair, planning to re-narrate the whole story from the beginning – or so he intended. After a long prologue, Saitama paused his munching to instruct Tsukune to shorten it because it was becoming boring. Tsukune blinked at that, but since his discussant insisted, he didn't have much of a choice. Neglecting the trivial details, he focused more on the important events.

When he finished, Saitama had finished with his snack as well, gazing at the brown-haired teen with a blank look. What had he just heard?

''That's pretty much what happened between us since our first year,'' Tsukune explained in conclusion of his speech.

''Yeah… I got it…'' replied Saitama, deadpan. He wandered his eyes to everyone around in a fast fashion. ''So, in other words…'' his right index finger pointed at Moka, ''you came to like him because he was your mother's clone's first actual friend?''

''Yes,'' answered Moka, feeling a bit uneasy. That statement didn't sound so logical taking into account common sense.

Saitama's finger switched to Kurumu. ''And you deemed him as your sole lover because he didn't let her beat you up?''

''Precisely!'' In comparison to Moka's uneasy reply, Kurumu's was one full of pride like she had pulled the smartest move of her life.

Continuing, Saitama pointed at Yukari for a second and next quickly moved to Mizore. A kid who wanted to take part in a threesome between teenagers was too much for him to comment anything on. ''And you decided to either make children with him, or never become a mother because he beat that rapist from earlier due to vampire blood?''

''More or less!'' was Mizore's casual reply.

Next in line was Fong Fong. ''And you… you don't have the hots for him too, do you?''

''O-Of course not!'' the young mafia boy jolted, his cheeks painted with an embarrassed tint of red. ''Tsukune-san is my idol, the great man I dream and wish to be when I grow up!''

''Ah… That's so…?'' Last but not least was Ruby, who for some reason started fidgeting restlessly. ''And you're the group's masochist,'' Saitama commented bluntly, making her goggle in surprise. That world's witches were honestly too weird from what he could tell.

There was also something to be said about Kokoa's obsession over her sister, but ultimately he chose to keep it him to himself. A grumpy loli who tended to yell a lot: his brief meeting with Tatsumaki was enough to teach him to refrain from dealing with them.

Perplexed, he returned his sight back to Tsukune. ''Can I make a question?''

''Eh? But of course!'' Tsukune replied politely.

''Are you all wrong in the head or something?''

Astonishment spreading across the room, the Newspaper Club's members sweat-dropped. Did Saitama really go and ask that particular question so boldly, even more so straight up their faces?

''Erm, hehe… What are you talking about Saitama-san?'' Tsukune asked, more uncomfortable than uncomfortable.

''Those girls expect to become your lovers, but you're not gonna ever date anyone of them, are you?'' replied Saitama, reestablishing his standard, blank look.

Feeling as if he had been struck by lightning, Tsukune shuddered all over. That question, which could be considered a taboo concerning their situation, had come to him out of nowhere. As proper manners indicated, he ought to answer, but what? What could he say in front of all the girls who loved him so dearly? Deep inside, they were probably aware of his undying dedication to Outer Moka, or Akasha's clone in any case, but they never expressed any complaints about that. Even Moka, who had the most rights to be mad at him for choosing her mother's image over her, was understanding enough to overlook it and maintain their relationship as close as it was in the past. If by any chance Tsukune were to utter a single word and bring the truth to light, his friendship with everyone could crumble any moment. When he least expected it, he was thrown into a deep and dark pit, where he could find no means of escape.

''HOLD ON A SEC! WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?!'' burst Kurumu, obviously to relieve Tsukune of the obligation to answer. After Moka, she was the second woman to love him so much that it had become plain unbearable. ''DON'T GO PICKING YOUR NOSE INTO OTHER PEOPLE'S AFFAIRS LIKE IT'S YOUR BUSINESS!''

Unprepared for that outburst, Saitama flinched. ''Eh? What's that? I'm the one in the wrong here…?! What does it—you all want to become his girlfriends, right? But it's clear that he still loves that clone-person. Isn't it a waste to not search for someone else?''

''WHAT?!''

''You can always stay friends. It's not like anything will change anyway.''

Rage infiltrating Kurumu's facial expressions, she made a move to reduce the gap between them, her raised right hand revealing that she wanted to slap him. Midway, though, she was forced to stop, being interrupted by a cry of anguish.

''IT'S NOT AS EASY AS YOU'RE MAKING IT SOUND, SAITAMA-SAN!'' On its sound, every person in the room focused their sights on Tsukune, who had jumped up from his chair, peering down at Saitama with twitching eyelids. It was long since they last witnessed him reacting with such intensity. ''If something changes… we might break apart… Everyone here are my irreplaceable friends and I can't accept losing them,'' he declared, his emotional state a trainwreck. Of all the friendships he had formed in his life, the one between him and the people there was the strongest one, and the thought of it disappearing felt like a true nightmare.

As for the ones-in-question, hearing him speaking so fondly of them, the young group was led into tears, the sole exception being Kokoa, who didn't share such a deep connection with him as the rest. Tsukune treasured their friendship so much that it filled their hearts sweet warmth. Because too much heat was bad though, someone had to pour some cold water as to create some balance.

''You know, this sounds pretty selfish,'' said Saitama, completely ignoring the atmosphere's touching vibe.

''Selfish?'' Tsukune repeated, astounded.

''Yeah. Just because they won't be running behind you, in hopes you throw some bone to them, it doesn't mean that they'll abandon you. Do you seriously think so little of them, when they were ready to go against their own world to be with you…? That's a total dick move!'' Saitama's words were harsh and burnt more than the hottest fire; still, his reasoning was peerless. Doubting his friends' pure devotion because of his fears and chaining them down in a 'prison' where they would forever be his wanna-be lovers, merely to ensure that all of them wouldn't be separated, was as selfish as unmanly.

Faced with that statement, Tsukune lost every trace of strength on his legs and collapsed back to his chair. He couldn't counter that man's words no matter how much he struggled to work out an efficient protest. It might have taken him a little to realize it, but Tsukune eventually concluded that he had lost that argument before it had it even began.

''Um? Are you alright? You're too quiet,'' Saitama said, standing up and approaching the seated teenager.

''I can't…'' echoed a small whisper.

''What?''

Clenching his fist tightly, sign of the painful turmoil taking place inside him, Tsukune jumped up again and locked eyes with Saitama. Everything on him screamed out that he was about to explode. ''I can't do it, Saitama-san. I'm sorry, but I can't go along what you're suggesting! You may be right, but I can't bring myself to ask this thing of the rest…''

''They've already heard it. They're standing over there,'' interjected Saitama between Tsukune's speech. Regardless, it passed by like the subtle whistling of momentary wind.

''…They are my precious friends, I can't wager our friendship over a possibility. How could I ever tell them that?''

''Like I said, they can hear you perfectly from where they're standi—''

''—If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be the one who I am today. Without them, I would still be a weak human, and maybe already dead by some monster. Do you even know how it feels to be weak, Saitama-san? Can you even imagine how it feels to be so weak that if you didn't have support, you would have given up since long ago?''

Tsukune's words were filled with passion and intense emotions, yet Saitama didn't look any touched. Remaining silent, he was staring at the Shinso with a stiff expression, a shadow of graveness covering his eyes.

When he finally decided to speak, his voice came out firm: ''If I know what being weak feels like, you said…?'' Lashing forward without a warning, he grabbed Tsukune from his shirt's collar and lifted him up like a weightless bag.

Needless to say, the rest attempted to intervene, but a sudden chill running down their spines stopped them right in their tracks. Their senses alerted them to not try going near the man handling Tsukune so roughly.

''Ngh…! Saitama-san, what…?''

Before Tsukune had the chance to complete his question, Saitama fired at him an upset glare. ''YOU WANT TO HEAR IF I KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE WEAK?!'' His free hand's index finger pointed at his clean as glass head. ''HOW DO YOU THINK THIS FREAKING THING HAPPENED?! HAVE YOU EVER TRIED SO HARD THAT YOUR HEAD TURNED INTO A LIGHT BULB?! BUT I DIDN'T KEEP WHINING OR GOT ON OTHER'S NECKS LIKE A DORK?! YOU HAD A BUNCH OF CHICKS PAMPERING YOU ALL THE WAY, UNTIL YOU FINALLY GOT THE GUTS TO TRY ON YOUR OWN WHEN SHIT HAD HIT THE FAN FOR GOOD! WHAT'S EVEN THE POINT IF YOU'RE SITTING ON YOUR ASS FOR SO LONG, WAITING FOR SOMETHING BAD TO FORCE YOU INTO IMPROVING YOURSELF?! IF YOU WANT TO PLAY HERO, AT LEAST ACT THE PART RIGHT…! HEROES DON'T WAIT A CATASTROPHY TO BECOME STRONG! THEY DO IT TO PREVENT IT BEFORE IT HAPPENS!''

There were fairly few things that could cause Saitama's unshakable composure to break, and Tsukune was sure to touch one of the most sensitive ones. Whimpering about his particularly favorable from a specific point of view circumstances —because the fact that he was a regular human in a world of monsters excused him to a certain degree— was unacceptable for Saitama. In the latter's case, he didn't start thinking to attain power only after finding a lover and close friends, but since the very beginning, when he was still a young and lonely kid. He didn't have a team of gorgeous women to brighten his every day, defending and assisting him whenever there was trouble. He had to do everything by himself, and that was exactly why he submitted himself into a three-year course of enduring a living Hell. Tsukune was a good boy in general, no one could deny that, yet he was too indecisive and lacked the resolve of a genuine protector. He didn't put an effort because he wanted to, but because some unfortunate incidents demanded for it. Moreover, his dependence on his female comrades rendered him unable to find the necessary courage to send them off, toward their own happiness. Of course, remaining idle and cozy for having many charismatic girls treat you like their king was somewhat understandable. What man wouldn't desire that? Saitama was one; Genos another; but who could speak for the rest of men around the world?

Exasperation cladding his facial expressions, the bald hero huffed. ''Huaa… This is dumb.'' His grip loosening, he released Tsukune on the floor, the Shinso bumping down on his butt.

''Ouch!''

''I'm fed up with this nonsense. I'm out!'' Saitama turned to the room's door and proceeded to head out. ''See you!'' Stepping out in the hallway, he closed the door behind him and continued to the closest exit.

Inside the clubroom, the girls and Fong Fong were left to gape stunned at white wood, while Tsukune was still sat on the floor, his expression reflecting extreme perturbation. No one had confronted him in such a straightforward manner up until that point. Even Gin, who cherished his female underclassmen more than his own life, had never called him out on his unsettled relationship with them. Somewhere deep inside him he could relate with what Saitama told him, but he couldn't bring himself to follow them. Should the girls form a romantic relationship with some other men, the time they all spent together would be reduced significantly. There was no way their boyfriends would be so cool with them investing so much of their time on another man, even more so when he was their first love. Tsukune was too attached to their current state to endanger destroying it with his own hands.

At another location, far away from Youkai Academy, inside a vast building the two archenemies of Tsukune's gang were standing on top of a high podium, peering down at an army of ferocious monsters. After Fairy Tale's defeat, they were sure to hold the flames of their hatred burning strong, gathering its remnants as well as others who shared their beliefs and re-establishing a new, powerful organization named 'Avengers.'

Serious and full of malevolent determination, Kuyo stepped forth, to the podium's edge, bringing a microphone close to his mouth. ''REJOICE, EVERYONE! THE TIME TO EXACT OUR REVENGE AND PUNISH THOSE FILTHY TRAITORS THAT DARED TO TARNISH OUR WORLD'S HONOR WITH THEIR CORRUPTED IDEALS HAS FINALLY COME!'' Responding to his call, the monster army broke into motivated roars. ''THIS DAY, THE DAY WE ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SO EAGERLY, WILL MARK THE END OF OUR SPECIES' DISGRACE! SO FOLLOW US! FOLLOW US TO THE PATH OF ABSOLUTE JUSTICE!'' he declared, raising the microphone in the air. For their part, their excitement rising, the noise coming from crowd resounded so loudly that it led every window and thin metallic surface within the vast space to tremble as if they were about to break down.

''You certainly are quite hyped for this battle, Kuyo,'' Kiria said, approaching from behind.

Kuyo lowered his raised hand and turned to him with a devious grin. ''Do you find it strange, Kiria?'' Our enemies will soon meet their imminent doom.''

''Yeah, I know. Regardless, don't you worry that something might go wrong? Tsukune and Akashiya's Shinso power could still be proven troublesome.''

Kuyo's grin widened, its devilish sight being enough to bestow on weak-hearted people such deep fear that could haunt their dreams for many years to come. ''It's fine…'' He shoved his free hand into his combat uniform's pocket and pulled out a small, gray remote controller. ''Even the strength of those two nuisances won't be enough to crush our wishes a second time! It's the beginning of the end, Kiria! The end of Youkai Academy, Akashiya Moka and Aono Tsukune! HAHAHAH!''

As it stood, a series of new trials and hardships awaited the young heroes of Youkai Academy, the very nature of them known only to the future and their enemies. Would they be able to live up to their former glory and overcome that new, upcoming crisis, even more so now that they had received such a great blow to their psyche?

In the meantime, a little outside the institute's grounds Saitama was heading back into the forest, struggling over his choice of actions. The reason he went to that school wasn't to scold people; it was to receive assistance in his quest to return back home.

''Hmm… Maybe it was a bad idea to leave so soon… It's not like it's my business to criticize their lives anyway…! Their absurd logic aside, they seemed like good kids…'' He touched his belly, anguish overwhelming his face. ''Now where the hell I'm gonna find some toilet paper?!''