(A/N: To all new readers. these first few chapters were rewritten a good deal of time ago, I have yet to get around to updating the rest of the earlier chapters beyond them, so before you leave any reviews about commas or otherwise, just know that they will be ignored if left as I am actively working on updating this part of the story, thank you)

You ever have an idea that sounds good at first but when you execute it, only then realize it might not have been the smartest thing to do? Whether it be something as harmless as an impulse buy at the store, or maybe something more significant like doing a dangerous stunt because a friend dared you to do it, the point is afterwards when the deed is done you feel the unmistakable tinge of regret build inside of you. And while we all have these moments of regret that perhaps later down the road we're able to chuckle and laugh about, that is sadly not the case for the world's strongest hero Saitama, otherwise known as One Punch Man. But how could someone come to regret becoming the world's strongest hero, surely with a title and renown like that there'd be nothing but splendor and riches to be exploited right?

That is what Saitama believed as well, he thought that he'd get a few fan clubs, maybe some action figures or posters, and maybe just maybe even be invited to talk on a talk show every once and a while. Don't misunderstand though he didn't want to be a hero for the sake of rewards and fame, he wanted to become one because it was simply his passion and desire nothing more nothing less. But even still he knew that more than likely if he were to pursue a life of heroic deeds, then he would receive praise from the people, at least that was his hope. Yet it was only after his first official act as a hero, which was saving a rather big chinned child from a giant crab monster, that he would soon realize just how small his expectations were.

For you see, the boy's grandfather was an incredibly wealthy man by the name of Agoni, and after he heard of what happened he did everything in his power to find the person responsible for saving his grandson's life. It was after he met Saitama that he wanted to show his appreciation as much as he could, which he did by doing two things for the other. The first of these two praises was to ensure Saitama would be recognized as the hero he was, and not once would he ever be overlooked or forgotten by the media or the world in any way. The second was to create an organization that would dedicate itself to protecting the world by enlisting more people like Saitama, those who had a strong sense of justice or at the very least were powerful and wanted to make a career out of using that power.

Now at first Saitama welcomed the praise as he both enjoyed it as well as didn't want to be rude to Agoni, but as time went on and he continued to train night and day to become the strongest hero he possibly could, he would realize that Agoni's praise as well as the world's wasn't a gift but instead a curse. It started off small as all things do, with only some people in his city recognizing him and giving him a wave or two. Then as monsters continued to pop up everywhere soon he was known by multiple cities, and would find himself constantly stopped on the street for photos and autographs. But after a full year and some months had passed that's when things really got out of hand, people started hanging around his apartment building cheering him nonstop, reporters would follow him around like bloodhounds sniffing out their prey, and the chanting, oh god the chanting, it was like a never ending assault on his ears!

Yet even with his fame and renown rapidly getting out of control something else was also becoming a problem, where he was once just a normal man and it would take a good bit of effort to deal with a foe he now could best them with but one punch. Not only that but other things changed as well, like his hair just suddenly falling out one day, and his face seeming to be stuck in a constant expression of boredom. At first these strange happenings confused Saitama as they would anyone else, but as he continued to train and be a hero it soon dawned on him the horrible irony that had become his life. He had become too strong, somehow through what was just simple strength training he became something far greater than a normal human being, something that his fans and the whole world saw as a godly protector capable of ending any foe in but a single blow.

But it was not only this change of appearance, strength, and emotion that happened but also the intensity of the people, they turned from simple hyperactive fans into crazed followers that were relentless in their adoration. So as the days continued to pass by and he continued to be a hero he found himself no longer caring about the fame or money, no longer fearing the monsters and villains he crossed as they would either die in a single blow or even just surrender, and he no longer even cared about most things in general. All he wanted from that moment onward was to feel adrenaline course through his body, he wanted to have the looming worry of loss to appear in battle as it would fuel him to give it all he had. But this was not to be, for as the days became weeks, weeks into months, and so on, Saitama would only know of a never ending boredom with but only slight moments of irritation and joy occurring.

Yet who is to say that this would be his life from now on, surely there would come a time that a villain or monster would arise that even he would struggle with right? At least, that's all he hoped for anymore.

Clear blue skies, the sounds of construction, and the hustle of men and women going to work, these are all things that could be found within most cities in the world. In some there are landmarks or perhaps even monuments that give them a unique presence over other cities, it could range from a massive skyscraper or even something more artistic like a museum or statue. Yet neither of these that set City A apart from the rest, instead it is the city lucky enough to call itself home to the organization known as "The Heroes Association", which is responsible for keeping the world safe from any and all threats to it and it's people. But what would happen if a threat should arise that was also on a similar mission, one that believed it could protect the world forevermore if it were do but one simple task.

And what should happen if the day a threat like that arrived happened to be today, how would the association and it's heroes plan to deal with such a danger? Unfortunately for them today was that day, and they would receive no warning or notice of it's arrival, only a thunderous explosion a few miles away from City A that was followed by both a crater and the appearance of it's maker. Standing at six foot seven with purple clad skin and two antennae sprouting from it's head, this being rose from the crater's confines before going into the air, and then without hesitation unleashing a volley of explosive attacks upon it's surroundings. Like dominoes the destruction erupted across countless buildings and city blocks, leaving no chance of survival for the innocent lives who were on the receiving end.

Of course being right next to City A the association was quick to act, issuing both a warning out to the people to begin evacuation and another message meant for any nearby heroes to come and stop this monster. But even with two A Class heroes known as Smile Man and Lightning Max having been nearby to help, they were quickly dealt with in a manner that could be compared to someone swatting flies. And yet as this unknown being dealt away with these two heroes as if they were but specs of dust to him, he soon picked up on something else that caught his attention. Not far from him was a little girl walking slowly through the ruins of his onslaught, not seeming to look at where she was going as she was busy wiping away tears from her eyes with one of her arms.

With these two humans no longer a nuisance to him, the being slowly approached her from behind stopping but a short distance when he was close. Unable to keep himself from chuckling at how helpless she was, even as she cried out for her mother and father he didn't hesitate to extend his arm outwards, and by some means made it grow preparing to crush her in his grasp. But just as he brought his fingers inward to his palm and he expected to feel the warmth of her blood hit his skin, he saw a blur of yellow, white, and red rush by taking the girl with it. Unsure as to what had just happened it slowly opened it's hand to be certain it hadn't grabbed her, before it took a look around and saw the cause.

With it's back to him there was another hero dressed in a yellow jumpsuit with a white cape, which complimented the red gloves and boots they also wore. As for the girl, she laid before them on the ground seeming to be unconscious, no doubt from the speed at which they were saved by the hero.

"You're a fast one, who are you?" It asked, as this human was clearly different from the others.

Able to now see a small bit of their face just in time to catch them smirk, the creature would receive the answer to their question as the hero turned around. Standing there at five foot nine was what appeared to be a normal man, with the only unique things about him being his costume as well as his shiny bald head.

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...Wait...SHINY BALD HEAD?!

"Just a guy who's a hero for-" He began to introduce, only to be cut off as the creature suddenly dropped to it's knees.

"O-OH MY GOD IT'S YOU!" The creature shouted out, before it bowed it's head "F-FORGIVE ME ONE PUNCH MAN! I-I AM VACCINE MAN AN APOSTLE FOR MOTHER EARTH HERSELF! I-I WAS ONLY DOING WHAT I THOUGHT WAS NEEDED TO PROTECT HER! I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO INCITE YOUR WRATH!" He told him, as he kept his head lowered to the ground.

"...What." Saitama replied simply ,staring at the monster with a blank stare.

"I-I'M SORRY FOR ALL THE DESTRUCTION I'VE CAUSED! JUST PLEASE DO NOT PUNCH ME!" He pleaded, wanting to avoid death at all costs.

Upon hearing this Saitama couldn't keep his hands from balling into fists, as this was yet another time that a monster was just going to surrender to him instead of fighting back. Unfortunately his irritation and anger would only be worsened as the survivors of Vaccine Man's attack began to emerge from their cover, and as they did saw the sight before them.

"Look everyone! the monster's giving up!" "Of course he is! that's One Punch Man!" "One Punch Man is here! he's come to save us!" Were but a few of the overjoyed exclamations of the quickly forming crowd.

"Not again..." Saitama thought to himself, as he stared angrily at the ground ignoring both the crowd and Vaccine Man, who was still bowed before him.

"Yeah way to go One Punch Man!" "Serves you right for attacking our city!" "You're lucky he's so kind, otherwise you'd be in pieces!" Another bout of cries came from the crowd, as they progressively grew more and more ecstatic.

"I couldn't even throw a single punch..." He thought as he dropped to his knees.

"Let's hear it for One Punch Man!" Someone in the crowd suggested, before they all began to chant "ONE PUNCH ONE PUNCH ONE PUNCH PUNCH ONE PUNCH ONE PUNCH!"

"GODDAMN IT!" He shouted angrily as he looked towards the sky, his cry of frustration seeming to be lost on the crowd as they continued to cheer.