Note: Just reminding y'all that Bang in my story will remain in the Hero Association so I can make the tournament a little more fun. Also, Raiden will have lightning and thunder powers because the name Raiden literally means thunder and lightning. I'm sorry I won't be writing my story for a while after Winter Break. I have an important competition coming up, and I will try my best to write more in my free time. In the meantime, I hope you have fun with the story.

Bolded Italics - Character Thoughts

Saitama stared at his hands in disgust. He forgot to wear his costume! His beautiful, totally not childish suit was what distinguished himself from the rest of the heroes. All he had was an Oppai sweater that many found offensive for some strange reason. He was getting bored, watching the other A-Class heroes fight. It was some random guy called Lightning GenMan or some shit vs some other lightning guy who he fought in the martial arts tournament.

He watched as the Blizzard Bunch, who was considered just one A-Class member, fight Chain Toad. At the end, the Blizzard Bunch won, and the crowd went wild. Saitama only yawned. He then saw Iaian defeat both Bushidrill and Okami Itachi. He sat in his seat, wondering why the Amai guy was looking at him with interest.

Saitama is just sitting there so calmly. So that's the beauty of power! The complete confidence of a man so powerful! I must rise to that level. Only then shall I have true, incomprehensible beauty!

"Do you need anything?" Saitama asked, breaking Amai's train of thought.

"Uh… no. Just staring at your sweater. You realize that the term "oppai" is a bit offensive? It's not someone a hero should wear," Amai replied.

"Does it really matter? I forgot to wear my suit, but I don't understand how you came to that conclusion," said Saitama.

He may be powerful, but he's incredibly dim-witted. I must teach him how to behave properly, or he may not become as beautiful as I imagined him to be.

"I'll talk to you later, Saitama. In the meantime, focus on the match," Amai said.

Saitama already stopped listening. He pulled out his game console and began practicing a game King recommended. The fights seemed to go longer and longer, and he was not called once, even though some heroes already went twice. He played until…

Damn it! I need to use the restroom. Fuck, I better hurry.

At this point, only a few contestants remained. There was Amai Mask, Blizzard Bunch, Iaian and Satiama left.

"And now, we have only two matches remaining! Our next match is… Iaian and Amai Mask!" the announcer shouted. The crowd went wild as both entered the stage. Saitama, however, was in the restroom, fixed upon his game.

It didn't take long for Amai to defeat Iaian. As strong as Atomic Samurai's apprentice was, Amai was in a whole other level. As the crowd went nuts, Amai sat on the stage waiting for Saitama to be called.

I purposefully made it so Saitama could only fight me! I shall measure my strength and speed against him, and I will learn how he achieved such power!

Amai Mask was trembling in anticipation. Never had he felt this much adrenaline flowing through him. Never had he felt this much excitement in a fight. The announcer cleared his throat and placed a huge grin on his face.

"Now, the only contestants left are Blizzard Bunch, Caped Baldy and Amai Mask left. These three will be sent to S-Class. However, since Caped Baldy didn't fight yet, we want our last match to be… Amai Mask vs. Caped Baldy!"

The crowd booed. Waves of jeering continued throughout the crowd. So many people were disgusted that the announcer dared to put such an unholy name next to the great Amai Mask.

Meanwhile, Saitama was completely ignorant of the situation in the stadium and was only one boss away from getting the legendary scroll, making him surpass King's character. He began to sweat, as this final boss was throwing unending fireballs at his character. Saitama licked his lips in concentration, and he was about to press the shoot button to destroy the boss. His eyes filled with joy as the fantasy of defeating King's character was an inch away, until he smashed the console a little too hard, breaking the game. He began to tremble, and threw the console through the wall.

Amai was growing impatient. After almost two minutes of standing there, Saitama was still nowhere to be found. The crowd was becoming restless, and they were beginning to throw food at the announcer.

"Wow! Look at that cheater. So scared to face Amai Mask that he left. He knew he was going to get caught!" an audience member said.

"Yeah! He's a dweeb. What a coward! He definitely doesn't deserve his A-Rank."

"If Caped Baldy does not come out in 10 seconds, we will declare Amai Mask the winner and allow Iaian to take the spot in S-Class," the commentator announced.

"10"

"9"

I thought I just saw Saitama-Bro on his seat

"8"

Where is sensei? What is he up to?

"7"

"6….!"

Suddenly, what appeared to be a game console flew out of the wall and knocked Amai Mask in the head. Amai stood there in shock, dizzy from the speed of the console. Everybody watched as the Caped Baldy emerged from the rubble, running to the stage as fast as he could.

"I'm here! I'm here! Don't disqualify me!" Saitama pleaded.

If I don't make S-Class, I don't think I can pay for my food this month. I shouldn't have spent that money on this game console. Now it's broken! Damn it.

"Your not Caped Baldy! Caped Baldy is bald. You have a whole nest of hair!"

"Of course I'm Caped Baldy. Ask umm… ask blue hair guy!"

Amai's eyes narrowed. He turned to the announcer and gave him a frightening sneer.

"If you don't let me fight this man….!"

"LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!" the announcer said frantically.

Saitama stood there, arms to the side, staring at Amai Mask. Amai Mask, on the other hand, took a defensive position instinctively, as he knew how powerful Saitama was. Then, Amai disappeared, moving so fast and elegantly that he was punching hundreds of spots in Saitama's body per second. Each strike was strong enough to dislodge a building, and each strike was timed perfectly. Saitama, despite Amai's efforts, was completely unscathed and bored.

I want to finish this guy, but I'm afraid that I'll hit him too hard and he'll force me to pay for his injuries. While blue hair guy keeps dancing around me and giving me massages, let me see just how hard I can hit him so he stays alive.

"WATCH AMAI GO! HE'S ABSOLUTELY DOMINATING CAPED BALDY. I CAN'T EVEN SEE HIM! CAPED BALDY, IN THE OTHER HAND, APPEARS TO BE STRAINING HIS FACE, LIKE HE'S GOING TO SHIT!" the announcer commented.

I'm trying to think of how not to kill this guy! How do I look like I'm pooping when I'm thinking?

The crowd roared for Amai while the small margin of heroes aware of Saitama's powers rolled their eyes at the announcer statement.

After three minutes of Amai's attack, he stopped, realizing just how ineffective it was.

Saitama is more durable than I thought. But I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.

"Amai Mask has stopped! Obviously, Amai wants to toy with Caped Baldy. After damaging Saitama body, he is now going to slowly but surely finish off his victim!" the announcer said excitedly.

Amai Mask took a squatting position, and he jumped. What remained was a huge crater the size of a house. He jumped up thousands of feet, and then turned around, ready to fall back down. He made a fist, and prepared to strike Saitama down.

"Look at his jump! It's incredible! He went so far up! Caped Baldy is sure to fall this time. This is how Amai Mask finishes his opponents! Amai Mask is amazing!" the announcer said.

The audience roared as he soared all the way down, ready to smash Saitama into a pulp. He was 30 feet… 20 feet… 10 feet… 5 feet… 2 feet… BAM!

The impact created a shockwave so powerful that the wind almost blew away everybody off their seats. The meteor Saitama was standing on grew even more. Once the wind stopped blowing, they saw Amai Mask being held up by Saitama's fingers.

Amai's eyes widened as he saw Saitama tighten his fingers and throw him to the other side of the arena.

"WHAT AN UNEXPECTED TURN! CAPED BALDY HAS WON!"

"Indeed. We have our new rankings! Our new S-Class rank 15 is Caped Baldy! Our new S-Class rank 16 is Amai Mask! And finally, our new rank 17 is the Blizzard Bunch, the first group to hold one position! We will take a thirty minute break for the new S-Class to rest up and prepare for the next tournament," McCoy announced.

Amai Mask picked himself up from the ground and sauntered to his new seat in the S-Class section, which was being changed to the Hero Association section. The entire stadium was completely bewildered. How was a man as strong as Amai Mask defeated that quickly? And by a low ranked A-Class? The cameras began to swarm Saitama, and he was bombarded with loads of questions while the Neo Heroes walked into their section.

"How did you defeat Amai Mask with just your finger?"

"Who taught you? How did you get so strong?"

"How does it feel to defeat Amai Mask, the face of the Hero Association and a famous actor?"

"Are you by chance also a famous actor or singer? You are so handsome, Caped Baldy!"

As Saitama tried to maneuver his way to his new seat, a probe belonging to Metal Knight began to scan and identify him in the air.

It was this man who destroyed my security robots. Very impressive. He defeated Amai Mask with just fingers, huh? Let's see how well he does against my Big Three. Once the tournament is over and the heroes are all weak and tired, I shall strike and end their lives. Then, I shall terminate the rest of the population and create a new empire of machines.

Once Saitama arrived to his seat, Genos flew into the air and told all the interviewers to leave Saitama alone. The other side of the arena was now being rebuilt so it could house the Neo Heroes, who were also surprised by Caped Baldy's strength.

"Listen, you guys. If anyone of you goes against Saitama, your toast. You better hope you don't go against him," Suiryu warned to the Neo Heroes.

"I ain't afraid at all. He looks like he's 30 pounds soaking wet underneath his Oppai hoodie. That pop star's just weak. No idiot could be flung around with a finger. Use some logic," Raiden smirked.

"Vel, I'm not scared. I highly doubt he can best my machines!" Olga said.

"It's your funeral if you get to cocky," Suiryu responded.

Over at the S-Class side, things were getting a bit heated.

"You BAGA! Your a perverted cheater! I know that pop-star is weak, but you're even weaker! I bet you only made it to A-Class because the metalhead bribed the Hero Association," Tornado screamed.

"You insolent brat! You disrespected sensei for the last time. I shall incinerate you once we are in the ring, and your pleas for mercy will be ignored," Genos angrily replied.

"You can try to incinerate me from the moon! You're even younger than me! How dare you call me a brat! You turd! You pervert! You scrap of useless metal!" Tornado roared.

"Hey. Stop screeching. Both of you. I'm trying to play my game," Saitama said. "King, can you give me some weapons?"

"Fine, I'll give you Woodstocking Wood. It's an epic weapon, but it kinda sucks," King replied.

"Why would I want it if it sucks?"

"I can't give you more. You can take it, or you can keep your trashy weapon."

"Fine. Give it to me."

"Saitama. You should probably stop playing your games now. The tournament is about to start," Bang advised.

"Don't order sensei around, you old man," Genos asserted.

"Guys, quiet. I'm trying to sleep," Watchdog Man mumbled in his portable bed.

"You idiots are the worst heroes the Hero Association has," Amai Mask angrily said.

"We didn't lose to a cheating A-Class pervert like you did!" Tatsumaki countered.

"Yes. My apprentice has strength much beyond yours," Flashy Flash said.

"I'm not your apprentice, Forelocks in the Face," Saitama replied casually, still playing his game with King.

"How about you lovely boys stop arguing. I've taken an interest in that Suiryu martial arts guy. I want him to go to prison with me," Puri-Puri Prisoner gushed.

"That's not a good thing, you clown face. Shut up and get ready for the tournament,"Atomic Samurai said./

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Get ready for the most exciting tournament you have ever seen!"

The crowd cheered. They couldn't wait to see the battles between the Neo Heroes and the HA.

"We only have time for one battle today! But it's going to be great! Our first battle is between… Raiden and TankTop Master!" the announcer said.

The audience went wild. This was definitely an interesting match-up.

"Well, let's destroy this blonde weakling," Raiden said as he flexed his muscles.

Tanktop Master walked up to the ring, cracking his knuckles.

The two stared at each other, sizing each other up and getting ready to spring on his opponent.

"LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!"

"Tank Top Tackle!"

Tank Top Master slammed into Raiden with so much force Raiden flung into the air, blood spraying everywhere. Once he landed, his eyes shot with rage. He jumped up in the air, and shot his fist straight into Tank Top Master's gut, sending him towards the side of the ring. Tank Top struggled to get up as Raiden began to charge him. Tank-Top Master, knowing how powerful Raiden's strikes were, flipped over Raiden as he was running, and uppercut him into the sky again.

Raiden, being a sumo wrestler, had lots of stored fat in his body. His fat was both advantageous and disadvantageous. The impact of any strike was greatly reduced, but the fat weighed him down. He was much slower than Tank-Top, but Tank-Top couldn't hurt him as hard.

Tank-Top, on the other hand, was both strong and fast. However, his bulging muscles could be harmed by Raiden's punches. After his defeat with Garou, he saw how weak he really was. He trained day after day, holding dumbbells the weight of buildings and running thousands of thousands of miles.

Both fighters continued to showcase their strength, creating massive shockwaves and huge craters. The durability of Raiden and the speed of Tank Top was what kept the match so even. Strikes from Raiden were dodged by the master of Tank-Tops, but any hit from Tank-Top was absorbed by the fat of Raiden. Raiden decided he should go up another notch, and finish up.

"THUNDER SLAP!" he yelled.

Suddenly, his arm shot with lightning and he slapped Tank-Top smack in his chest. Tank-Top coughed up blood and fell onto the ground. Raiden laughed as he charged up his next move.

"What a development! Raiden has decided to use his lightning powers! Each strike is said to send the victim into overwhelming pain and suffering. Tank-Top Master's going to get it!" the announcer said.

The Hero Association section winced. They all felt sorry for Tank-Top Master after his defeat.

"THUNDER PUSH AND STRIKE!"

His entire body filled with electric charge, and his eyes turned blue. He made a fist and continued to hit Tank-Top over and over again, each strike making Tank-Top scream in pain.

AHHHG! I can't lose to this sumo wrestler. I already lost to Garou, but I can't embarrass myself even more!

"You lousy excuse of an S-Class. Your only as good as me going 50%! And you fell to that punk bitch Garou. How can you possibly hope to stop me?" Raiden mocked.

Raiden continued punching Tank-Top until he thought Tank Top had fainted from pain. He took Tank Top Master and threw him to the sky, expecting him to fall to the other side of the arena. The crowd went wild as Tank-Top Master vanished into the sky.

"IT LOOKS LIKE THE WINNER OF THE ROUND IS RAIDEN!" the announcer shouted.

Raiden smirked as he stood there. He raised his arms around to the crowd as they cheered for his strength, when suddenly Tank Top Master came out of the sky and punched Raiden on the head.

Raiden stumbled and attempted to grab something to hold. His head was the only place that wasn't covered by fat. After walking around aimlessly, he fell out of the arena, and blacked out.

"WHAT A HUGE TURN OF EVENTS! THE WINNER OF THE MATCH IS TANK TOP MASTER! GIVE IT UP FOR THE BIG BLONDE GIANT!" the announcer said.

The crowd roared. Once he walked back to his seat, the rest of the S-Class congratulated him.

"That's it for today! Our tournament shall continue tomorrow! For tomorrow, the first match will be: Accel and his group vs Blizzard Bunch!"

"Our second match will be a tag team! Flash and King vs Flowing Flowy vs Metal Bat!"

"Our third match will be Puri-Puri and Silverfang vs Suiryu and Olga."

"And our final match will be a fun one. After today, we decided we should have a special match: Tornado of Terror vs Caped Baldy!"

Saitama looked up at the announcer at the sound of his name, but then went back to his game.