City J, regarded highly for it's beautiful beaches and shopping district, a textbook depiction of a tourist trap if there ever was one. No matter what you wanted the city seemed to provide, fun activities and amenities in the warm glowing sun, a variety of stores ranging from clothes and accessories to electronics and hardware, no matter what you sought to spend both your free time and money at they had it in full force. However the city wasn't just for potential tourists or the passerby, it welcomed everyone to come and experience all of the splendors it offered, regardless of where they're coming from or who they are. Though such an open and lax invitation was currently being tested, as browsing one of the shops was a certain near eight foot tall one eyed alien, accompanied by a rather plain looking man and another alien creature who resembled an octopus.

"Hmm..." She hummed, as she looked around at all of the items that were for sale "Honestly all of these articles of clothing intrigue me, I'll take them all!" She decided with zest whilst crossing her arms.

"Yes m'lady." Geryuganshoop replied, as he went over to the counter to begin purchasing everything in the store.

"Wow, you're really going to buy everything?" Saitama asked, causing her to nod her head.

"Yes, I find everything in this establishment to be interesting, and as such I want to take all of them back with me in order to give each it's own proper attention and to try on all of them, after proper alterations have been made of course." She explained.

To anyone observing this scene, such as the confused yet amazed staff who worked in this store, this trio seemed as though they had just jumped from some kind of comic book or cartoon, as this entire set of circumstances was well beyond belief. But the truth is after Saitama and Boros cleared the air between them they decided the best way to move forward was to take things slow, they both agreed that they wouldn't even humor doing something even slightly romantic until they were certain it wouldn't be awkward. And while for most it might seem weird to have a literal strategy plan laid out for a relationship, to the emotionally mute hero and the clueless dominator of the universe, this approach not only allowed them to be completely casual and relaxed in each other's company, but also ensured that they knew exactly what to expect and that neither would surprise the other.

As for why Geryuganshoop was accompanying them on their first outing together since their time at the movies, he was to follow them around as they explored the shopping district of City J and carry all of the things they might purchase, as punishment for his outburst that caused this whole mess to begin with. Yet much like before with his previous punishment that he shared with his fellow elites he was honestly quite happy to be serving such a punishment, as if this had happened before they came here he'd be nothing more than a splotch on her throne room's floor. Speaking of, while he was busy serving his new punishment with them, Groribas and Melzalgald unfortunately still had to clean the throne room, though this time instead of rags or proper cleaning tools they were using flame based methods, as Groribas's gas had seeped into the very room itself causing the odor it created to linger. Which admittedly was another reason he was happy with his punishment, while Groribas was of course not affected by his own vile creation, Melzalgald despite not being made of typical flesh and organs could still smell and was no doubt in agony as the stench assaulted each of his heads.

And as icing on the cake Lady Boros allowed him to use his esp, for even though he had told Saitama about her feelings for him which at first was horrifying for her, seeing as how things turned out she was honestly happy he did, still a little mad of course, but also happy.

"Everything has been bagged M'lady." Geryuganshoop spoke as he hovered over, having put literally every bit of apparel into the bags himself once the transaction was complete in order to save time.

"Very good, let us leave then." She instructed, as she then headed for the door.

Following beside and behind her the trio returned to the radiant heat of the sun, as an army of floating bags trailed behind.

"So, where to now Saitama?" She asked while looking towards him.

"Eh, I don't really have anything I want to see, so we can go check out another store if you want." He offered, causing her to smile.

"Really? thank you." She replied, as she then looked around "Now let's see...where do I wish to go next?..." She asked herself, moving a hand to her chin as she did.

Seeing as how she might take a moment to decide on their next destination, Saitama looked behind them at Geryuganshoop, which in turn caused a memory to pop into his head.

"Oh right, thanks." He said, catching the other off guard.

"What?" Geryuganshoop asked, not sure why he was showing him gratitude.

"You fixed my apartment right? I never thanked you for that, so thanks." He explained.

"Oh...well...you're welcome." Geryuganshoop replied, honestly surprised he even wanted to say something about that.

"Aha! there!" Lady Boros suddenly exclaimed while pointing down the street "That store over there is selling manga! I would like to see if they have the next volume of the series I read at your abode Saitama!" She stated.

"Oh yeah, you were pretty pissed it ended with a cliff hanger." He noted.

Following her once again as she now knew where she wanted to go, the trio would find themselves stopping in the middle of the road as a loud scream without warning pierced the air.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! A MONSTER!" The voice of a woman cried out in terror, soon followed by the screams of many others.

Looking around to see where this was all happening at, they looked off into the distance to find on the beach not too far from them was a fairly large monster, bearing a strong resemblance to an octopus.

"Hey, do you know him?" Saitama asked Geryuganshoop, causing the other to adorn a look of anger.

"PLEASE tell me that is your poor attempt at a joke..." He replied, clearly offended.

"BWAHAHAHA! FEAR ME HUMANS! I AM ONE OF THE SEAFOLK! THE TRUE AND DESERVING RULERS OF THIS WORLD! FOR TOO LONG WE HAVE WAITED FOR THE RIGHT MOMENT TO MAKE OUR PRESENCE KNOWN BUT NOW WE HIDE NO LONGER!" The monster shouted out, as it began to walk towards the city "SO PERHAPS IF YOU ALL ARE TO DROP TO YOUR KNEES AND SHOW YOUR NEW RULERS SOME RESPECT, WE MAY JUST SPARE...SOME OF YOUR LIVES!" It added, before erupting into a thunderous bout of laughter.

Remaining where they stood as to see how this would play out, almost as if it was being drawn to them like a paper clip to a magnet the monster was soon just a short ways from them, which was close enough for him to see that they were the only ones not running away.

"YOU THERE! WHAT ARE YOU?" It questioned, as both Lady Boros and Geryuganshoop had gained his attention far more than Saitama "ARE YOU BOTH PERHAPS FELLOW SEA FOLK? ANOTHER OCTOPUS AND AN URCHIN?" It asked.

"Urchin?..." Lady Boros thought with a wide eye as she looked up to her spiky hair, wondering if it's spikiness was enough to make that comparison accurate.

"How. many. people. are going. to call me an octopus?!" Geryuganshoop questioned angrily, getting both tired and frustrated at the inaccurate assumption VERY quickly.

"OH, MY MISTAKE, SOMETHING AS SMALL AND PUNY AS YOU COULDN'T POSSIBLY BE A SEAFOLK!" It taunted before laughing once again.

Feeling a vein begin to swell in his head, just as Geryuganshoop was about to use but a mere fraction of his power to crush this worthless cretin into a calamari ball, Saitama decided he too was fed up with the monster's annoying commentary. Delivering but a single swift punch to it's torso it caused everything above the waist to be completely destroyed, leaving only the monster's still standing pair of legs to remain. Finding himself be surprised by the human a second time today and so quickly since the first, Geryuganshoop moved his gaze down to him so he could ask him why he had done that, only to be kept from doing so as he also decided to speak.

"Man, could he seriously not just bring down the volume a little bit? honestly what is it with monsters and needing to shout everything like everyone around them is deaf?" He asked, while lowering his fist to his side.

"It's an intimidation tactic, a very basic, pathetic, honestly useless and ineffective tactic against actual warriors, but still it's a tactic...kinda." Lady Boros answered "Anyways, seeing as how that nuisance is now dealt with let us continue to the manga store, I must know how that last chapter ended!" She insisted.

Resuming in their trip to the other store, Geryuganshoop still wanted to ask Saitama why he had intervened as he did even though he wasn't the target of the mockery, but decided that it would only potentially make things awkward and thus remained silent. Unknown to the trio however, just up the road behind them which came to the top of a hill, another figure had seen the entire thing unfold right before their eyes, causing them to turn around and take their leave.

"Hmm...they've gotta be here somewhere..." A glasses wearing man said to himself, as he scrolled through the registered hero database on his computer.

In order to become a hero certain requirements must be met, you have to have the proper mind set and mental stability that the job demands, you have to be relatively capable in combat situations, and you have to at the very least be somewhat fit physically. Yet as time went on more and more people came forward with remarkable abilities or weapons that made even the most well trained normal person seem weak, thus quickly causing an apparent and obvious separation in the class ranking system. C class was essentially civilians looking to make a living by doing small time hero work, rarely ever getting into a scrap with a monster less they believed themselves capable of climbing the ranks. B class was a bit more diverse, though still possessing a fair amount of heroes whose "powers" were just exceptional physical fitness, there were also quite a few who had weapons or costumes that were designed with combat in mind, and even a small number of them had actual powers.

Then you had A class where the truly deserving could be found, whether what landed you in this class was a power or perhaps your own skills and talents, once you reached this coveted rank you were seen as an elite among the rest of the heroes, even the lowest ranking in this class still garnered a massive amount of respect. As for the final class however this was but only a dream, being made of the smallest number of heroes the near impossible to obtain S ranked division of the association was comprised of gods in human form, from absurdly intelligent super geniuses to those who could break apart mountains with their bare firsts, they were pillars of justice for the world. Yet even with each member of S class being near ridiculous in the way of their capabilities, none came close to what this man had seen earlier today, even a hero such as "The Tornado of Terror" didn't measure up, for she had powers where as the person he'd seen only used a single punch to win the fight.

Now strong heroes were not uncommon in the association especially in regards to S class, but even the most physically fit of the world such as Tank Top Master and Superalloy Blackluster couldn't make a monster explode with their fists, especially not to the degree this man had done. It was as if his hand was actually some kind of cannon, or perhaps he did in fact possess a power but it was so subtle he couldn't see it from how far away he had been, but as the bespectacled man continued to carefully scroll through the entire registry of enlisted heroes, his thoughts entirely consumed by that single memory, he was almost positive all that he had done was punch the monster.

"He really isn't in here, not even as like a brand new hero starting in B or C class..." He thought to himself as he leaned back into his chair "How could someone that powerful not be in the registry? and why did he kill that monster when it seemed like he was hanging out with two already?" He continued to ponder, as he took off his glasses so he could clean them "I'll have to keep an eye out for them, make sure they are heroes..." He decided, before going back to looking through the registry just to make sure he hadn't missed them.

Although it might sound strange, Lady Boros had never really considered herself to be beautiful before. Having been born into a world where only through violence and power you could even have a slight chance of surviving, let alone having some kind of life, she only cared about making sure her body was as fit for combat as it could possibly be. And even as time went on and she had false suitors try to come and win her hand in the hopes of avoiding her and her crew's wrath, she never took any compliments or praises given about her physical appearance with any kind of seriousness, as she knew for a fact they were just trying to flatter her and none of it was genuine. But as she stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom trying on all the different things she had purchased, after Geryuganshoop made the needed adjustments for her body of course, she couldn't keep herself from having a very light and pleasant feeling wash over her, quite similar to how she felt whenever she was in Saitama's company.

"Oh, this one goes quite well with my skin, the colors compliment each other very nicely." She noted, as she turned from right to left to see herself at all angles "And it's both comfortable yet fitting, allowing me to hopefully appeal to Saitama whilst still being presentable." She added.

The current article of clothing that she was wearing was a long white summer dress, made of a very breathable material allowing air to pass through it. Much like the dress she had worn when she had gone to see Saitama for their first date, though not as tightly fitting of her body as the former, it began just at the base of her neck and stopped right above her feet. Combined with the lack of sleeves and it gave the warrior woman a perfectly balanced display of her physical strength via her exposed arms, and her natural gorgeous features such as the sculpture like physique of her body and the ample curves she possessed.

"If I'm not mistaken...didn't Geryuganshoop say there was some kind of ritual involving a white dress?..." She wondered aloud, as that did seem vaguely familiar to her.

Taking a moment to try and recall everything she had been told about humans and their mating practices, she soon did remember that when humans sought to be bound to one another for the rest of eternity, the man would wear a fully body black set of clothes while the woman a full body white dress. This however caused her to remember all of the details regarding that ritual, such as how they were meant to stand directly opposite of each other, look into each other's eyes, hold their hands together, and after saying some kind of words they were to kiss which would complete the union. Having a bombardment of images of her and Saitama in this ritual flood her still emotionally unstable mind, Boros's entire face glowed bright red as if it were burning causing her to leap onto her bed, grab onto one of her pillows to hide her embarrassment, before then screaming out of joy and excitement of such a possible future into said pillow.

"So...you just want to play a game?" Saitama questioned, as he looked at the old man who sat across from him with a confused expression.

While shopping for manga Boros had informed Saitama that she had encountered Bang after she flown off during their fight, as well as the following conversation and interaction with him when he found her on his mountain. This of course led her to reveal that not only had she become a disciple of his for he could help her control her emotions, but also that she was to try and convince Saitama to become his student as well. Upon learning this he couldn't stop himself from letting out an annoyed groan which caught her by surprise, as he really wished she would've asked him first before bringing him into it, only to then be corrected that it was Bang who made it a stipulation of their deal. Sadly this only made things worse, for Saitama had dealt with a few old guys like the famed martial artist, annoyingly persistent whenever they wanted something and would not relent unless you at least heard them out, so after they had finished their shopping and parted ways he went to go and get this whole thing over with.

"Yes, we are to play until one of us forfeits, whoever does will of course lose and in doing so will have to do something the winner wants." Bang explained.

"Ah, so if I lose then I have to join your dojo huh?" He asked, earning a nod in response "Then what do I get if I win?" He questioned.

"Charanko." Bang called for his student.

Entering the room via a door on the far right wall Charanko approached the two of them with a large platter of fish, which caused Saitama's eyes to widen.

"This fish thrives naturally in the waters of this mountain range, as my family has resided here for countless generations in this dojo I have claim to all of it, including the very waters this fish spends most of it's life in, the taste and consistency of it's meat is a rare delicacy that very few have ever been able to savor, if you should win then it is yours." He explained.

"Holy crap! I could ration that thing out for a whole month!" Saitama thought in amazement, as the sheer size of it was enough to make him salivate "Alright old man, you got yourself a deal!" He exclaimed.

"Very good." Bang replied, dismissing his disciple with a wave of his hand as to send him back to the kitchen to keep the fish fresh "The game we are going to play is a very simple one, it is a slight variation of rock paper scissors, I assume you're familiar with that correct?" He asked.

"Um...yeah." Saitama answered simply, as the thought of even a SINGLE person not knowing how to play that game of all games in existence seemed impossible.

"Just making sure, anyways the variation we will be playing will use the items displayed before you." Bang stated as he gestured to two red rubber mallets and a helmet that sat on the floor between them "How they will be used is simple, we toss out our hands in either rock, paper, or scissors formation, the loser of the exchange must then try to reach out and grab the helmet to put on their head before their opponent can strike them with the mallet, whoever accomplishes their goal first is the winner of that round." He explained.

"Ah okay, simple enough, let's do this!" Saitama replied, very determined to get himself that fish.

Okay, let's be honest, this is a game of rock paper scissors between one of the world's greatest martial artists and a man who can literally run across the planet and not be winded in the slightest, even if a person were to have the single most advanced camera ever invented the likelihood of them capturing a single frame of what was to transpire, would be nothing short of a literal miracle. For over the very short span of just two minutes they had managed to play a total of twenty games, and in those twenty games Saitama had always lost the draw, then proceed to lose the following action as Bang was too quick and bonked him. So you can imagine, as this kept going on, and Saitama continued to lose draw, after draw, after draw, after draw, that what patience and control he had over himself was rapidly deteriorating. Not even at the ten minute mark had they managed to do this over fifty times in a row, and while Bang was as calm and composed as you would expect, Saitama looked like his head was about to explode due to his VERY apparent frustration.

"Had enough?" Bang asked, unable to keep a slightly amused smile from forming on his face.

" *Huff*...One...*Huff*...More..." Saitama breathed out, not because he was actually tired but because his head felt like a boiler due to his burning blood.

Admittedly impressed by his resolve Bang was just as determined to win this competition as he was, and was willing to do this all day and night in order to acquire Saitama as his pupil. However, as they threw down their hands once more like a gift from heaven Saitama managed to win the draw, yet as he reached for the mallet due to his excitement he missed it just barely causing him to then panic, meanwhile Bang had already managed to get the helmet on his head.

"Heh, I can see why she's so fond of him." Bang thought to himself as he closed his eyes "I remember the days of my youth, not to brag but I was a fairly handsome man back then, I had quite a few women who wanted me to be with them too." He reminisced, beginning to slightly lose himself in his own pleasant memories.

He would've probably remained in that blissfully unaware state for longer, if a sudden rage induced yell hadn't reached his ears causing him to reopen his eyes. Feeling them immediately shoot open after that, for the sight before him was beyond terrifying, Bang relying entirely on his instincts could only dodge as a blinded by anger Saitama came towards him with the plastic rubber mallet in hand. Yet despite what material made the mallet, once Saitama had sent it to the floor a massive shock wave was created, causing the normally very durable wooden flooring of the dojo to break apart and splinter as though it had been hit by cannon ball.

"My word...to think he can produce so much power by doing so little..." Bang thought in shock, unable to take his gaze away from the damage to his floor.

"Hey! you ran away! that means you forfeit!" Saitama exclaimed, causing his own eyes to widen "Which means...I WON!" He realized with a cheer, tossing the somehow still intact mallet into the air.

Although the defeat was disappointing Bang accepted it nonetheless, for not only had he once again gotten to witness Saitama's unbelievable power up close, but he also wasn't going to get himself killed while playing a game of rock paper scissors. So even though for the moment he still only had one new pupil to look forward to, as Saitama claimed his prize and headed down the mountain, Bang was already concocting his next scheme to get the seemingly limitless potential that resided within him.