"...So there's a passage behind this street." With a dead-fish stare, Saitama walked down a road he'd never taken before.
Not long after...
"Where the heck am I?!" Saitama stared in bewilderment at the people all around him, each showing signs that something was wrong. But even more confusing was what happened when he turned back to find his home: the deserted, dangerous neighborhood had become an upscale residential complex bustling with people!
Then he suddenly looked at his hands. They were smaller than before. And the scar beside them was from when he was fifteen and accidentally cut himself while spitting out a fish bone. It had been so stupid that he remembered it clearly!
So that means my head should be... Saitama felt the top of his head.
"Why am I still bald!!!!"
1. A wild-imagination story, updated whenever inspiration strikes.
2. No pairing. I just want to see the bald guy show off.
3. Any similarities are purely coincidental.
4. I'll do my best to keep the characters in character and make things believable. If I mess anything up, please let me know.
Theme:
Why not fill the hole?!!!! So short!!!!
Hahahahahaha, you are indeed Saitama-sensei
You can consider looking at another pit, no matter where it is, as long as it is my husband showing off.
I smell trouble. (????ω????)
Please don't abandon the trap. I've just entered the trap. Do you want it to be so miserable?
Damn, have you given up?
Check back every week to see if there are any updates!!!
I feel that the newly revised part is quite good, please go to the author!
Ah? Can I wait? Keep waiting as long as you can. (*ˊ??ˋ?*)
Please, please come back and take a look! No updates will kill you!