Reborn As Saitama In MHA - Chapter 36

[Authors Note – Hello There, Back at it again with a new chap. Been quite a while since I posted so my writing might have deteriorated since last time, who knows. I’ve got Christmas break coming up so at least I get to escape from Uni for a bit. I’ll try to post chapters again regularly, but it is sometimes hard to find the motivation to write, what can ya do. I left a small easter egg somewhere in this chapter. Whoever finds it, well, gets bragging rights]

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Standing on a rooftop after having dealt with the two Nomu threat inside of a mall complex, Hiroto thought of what he should be doing next.

‘There should only be two Nomu’s left by now if Rumi dealt with the other one. Wait, isn’t Endeavor also dealing with the Nomu’s? Hmm, I should switch things around and let Rumi hog the spotlight this time.’ Hiroto thought to himself, nodding his head up and down as he formulated his plans.

Hiroto’s ears then twitched as he heard a pair of feet land behind him softly, followed by a familiar voice.

“Kept you waiting, huh?” Rumi said in a jesting tone as she approached next to him, planting her arm on his shoulder to lean on. “You already took down 3 of those oversized penguins, only letting me deal with 1, you’re going to have to pay up for all the fun I’m missing out on.”

Hiroto merely shrugged and said, “Well you should do better then if you don’t want to miss ou-” Before he could finish his sentence, Rumi already spun her body around and delivered a backward roundhouse towards Hiroto’s head, to which he merely lean to the side, dodging it.

“Don’t be a smartass, tsk,” Rumi said with a huff, crossing her arms and looking over towards the direction Hiroto was staring at before she arrived. “So, what do you overpowered senses say? You find the masterminds behind this mess yet?”

Hiroto hummed for a moment and then brought his hands up, forming them into a circle and raising them to his eyes, similar to binoculars.

Although he didn’t really need to do this, he thought it would be better to add some variety to his life. Squinting his eyes, he could see halfway across town, on top of a building with a water tank were two people currently in a discussion and overlooking where the next Nomu attack was at.

“Yup, it’s those same guys from when they attacked the school. The League of Krillin guys, I think that was their name.” Hiroto said, putting his hands down.

‘Totally not their name, but whatever.’ Rumi thought to herself. “Well, how about this, you go and deal with the Nomu that’s on the way and I’ll lead hothead and gramps towards the other Nomu. We can then group up at where those two are at afterward.”

Turning around, Hiroto saw Endeavor climbing up a ladder to the roof of the building the two were on, with a small old man whom he suspected as… was it Grand Turismo? Seeing them, Hiroto agreed to Rumi’s plan and hopped away, not before adding a bit more strength than usual in his legs, causing the building to shake, resulting in Endeavor losing his grip and falling off the side of the building.

Rumi gave a sly smirk, muttering, “Sly bastard. Damn, I should’ve recorded that, imagine the hits I would’ve gotten on HeroBook.”

Leaving the regrouping of the 3 pro Heroes, Hiroto was high up in the air as he started to reach the arc of his jump, his cape fluttering madly behind him.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the street next to a collapsed bank was a large black Nomu that was missing the entire half of its head from the bottom jaw up, with only a large brain in place of it.

Around the Nomu were several Pro Heroes attempting to subdue it, only to result in them getting pummeled and thrown away.

“Dammit, where did he run off to at this time?!” The Pro Hero, Manuel, wearing a helmet with a fish-like fin and blue visor grunted out, clutching his bleeding left arm.

“Keep your focus on that thing!” A man wearing a purple helmet shouted out as he used the spikes protruding from his forearms to stab into the Nomu’s arm, only resulting in them snapping in half.

“Get away from it!!” A woman shouted out, but before the man could react the Nomu grabbed the man by his shoulder and with a massive whip of his arm, threw the man barreling straight into the side of a flipped police car, denting the metal exterior, with the man not moving.

A man then rushed up and used his tentacle-like arms to wrap around the Nomu’s arm in an effort to restrain it. The Nomu completely ignored his attempts, bringing both of its arms up and smashing downwards onto a man with tentacles for his arm.

Before the man was crushed, he was pulled away by a red cloth that hung around his waist from the woman who shouted out the warning earlier.

Before he could say a word of thanks, the Nomu grabbed the side of a signpost and flung it forward like a javelin, smashing into the man’s stomach, with the momentum dragging him into a cafe’s window, crashing into it.

“What the hell is this thing made of?!” Manuel shouted out as he and the other 5 remaining Heroes prepared to ȧssault the Nomu once more.

The Nomu then turned its attention towards the woman with the ribbon powers, but before he could, an extremely fast object crashed into the back of the Nomu, sending it face-first into the asphalt road and kicking up dust and broken pieces of the road into the vicinity.

‘T-That… That was a person!!’ The woman shouted inwardly. Although she couldn’t catch a full view of whatever came crashing down, she was sure that it was a person. Why was she so sure? Well. ‘I swear that I saw a bald head!’

Once the dust settled, what everyone saw left their jaws wide open. In the ground where the Nomu stood was a large crater about 5 meters deep, and standing on the back of the crushed Nomu’s head was Hiroto, currently dusting his clothes.

“Damn, I tried to do a superhero landing, but who would’ve thought that the Nomu got in the way of me,” Hiroto muttered in a low voice, but not low enough as practically everyone heard his words.

However, in the next moment, the Nomu beneath Hiroto twitched and began to move, flinging its arm behind its back and grabbed onto Hiroto’s right leg.

“Watch out!” The Heroes cried out and rushed down to help the newly arrived Hiroto.

“Oi, mind the personal space,” Hiroto said with an irritated voice, kicking his feet up and ripping the Nomu’s arm right off. The Heroes that were about to rush down practically stumbled and almost fell face-first into the crater.

Just as Hiroto was about to lift his leg to finish off the Nomu, he instead got a better idea. Before the other Heroes could say anything, Hiroto turned around and crushed both legs of the Nomu, immobilizing it.

“Watch him for a second,” Hiroto said to Manuel, then his figure slowly faded away as though he was a mirage.

“Where did he go?” Manuel said, his brain bȧrėly able to keep up with the events. Before he could once again react, a sharp cracking sound passed by his ears followed by a large bang, causing him to turn towards the Nomu in the crater.

Impaling the Nomu’s back was a metal sign that sunk deep past its torso and dug into the ground. Then, another cracking noise as the second, third, fourth sign impaled the Nomu into the ground, pinning it into the ground.

Then the fluttering of a cape caught Manuel’s attention once more, as Hiroto appeared in the crater again and bent all of the signs at an angle so that the Nomu couldn’t free itself.

Dusting his red gloves, Hiroto said, “Well, that’s done with. Time to move on.”

“Wait!” Manuel shouted after Hiroto before he could jump away.

“Hm?” Hiroto turned to the man with a questioning gaze. “What’s up? I’m sort of in a hurry.”

“Are you going to fight another one of these things?” Manuel asked. “I can see that you’re really strong, stronger than what you showed during the sports festival, but you should at least be with the other Pro Heroes.”

Hiroto merely waved his hand and said, “Yeah yeah, thanks for the worry but I’ll be fine. Just don’t get too close to it, it could still probably hit you.” With that, before Manuel could get another word in, Hiroto disappeared from his position, kicking up a cloud of dust where he stood.

Manuel could only sigh and thank the boy in his heart again. Turning around, what he saw left him dumbfounded, as one of his partners was throwing a rock at the Nomu’s head, as though to release his frustration.

Leaving that group, Hiroto once again ȧssumed his position on yet another roof, peering down into an alleyway where his classmates were currently facing off against the weaboo samurai- *cough* Hero Killer.

From what he could see, it was nearing the end of their battle so there was no need for him to step in. Turning around to where the two masterminds were, Hiroto squinted and took a pebble out of his pocket.. Tossing it up once, he pinched it between his thumb and index finger, flicking it towards their direction at a ridiculous speed, causing his cape to lightly flutter.