Several months had passed since Damian Blood was officially registered as a hero. Life in the One Punch Man world had been thrilling, strange, and surprisingly easy to adjust to.
Over time, the trio—Damian, Saitama, and Genos—had developed a solid bond, falling into a rhythm that balanced hero work, training, and downtime.
Saitama, still a C-Class hero, continued filling his required quotas with minimal effort. Genos, ever driven and eager to grow stronger, patrolled regularly and clashed with monsters as often as possible. And Damian? He did much of the same—but with even greater results. The past month had been a significant period of growth for him, physically and mentally.
Damian's daily routine had become clockwork: waking at dawn, tightening his futon and sleeping area, donning his vibranium super-suit, and flying to the edge of the Earth's atmosphere to sunbathe. It wasn't just for relaxation—it was strategic. The solar radiation amplified his Kryptonian cells, further unlocking his abilities. While up there, he also honed his super hearing, listening for danger like a guardian angel floating over Z-City.
The citizens of Z-City had grown used to looking up during the day and spotting a familiar figure floating high above. It had become normal to wave or even take photos of the infamous Sky God, Damian.
And to end their Day...
Each night, the trio reunited over steaming pizza from SCP-458, or the occasional homemade meal when Genos insisted. These evenings ended with game tournaments that lasted well into the night—Street Hero Simulator, Cosmic Warriors 8, and Battle Brawlers Deluxe. It wasn't uncommon for them to fall asleep mid-session, controllers still in hand.
But now... Wednesday, 3:30pm, Z-City Midtown square...
High above, Damian hovered lazily on his back, arms folded behind his head, basking in the warm golden light of the sun. The wind whispered around him at that altitude, but his ears were tuned far below.
Then—an explosion.
His eyes snapped open. Within a split second, he was gone, trailing a golden blur toward the chaos.
On the streets below, two cars flew into a building, erupting in flames. Screams echoed as civilians fled in every direction. Towering above the carnage was a monstrous creature—part octopus, part humanoid—dripping with brine and writhing with slimy limbs.
"I am the vanguard of the Sea Folk!" the beast roared. "This land will be our feast!"
Just then, four sharply dressed men stepped forward—subordinates of Fubuki, the Blizzard of Hell. Calm but focused, they attempted to intercept the threat, positioning themselves with practiced coordination.
The monster laughed at their confidence.
"You dare challenge the sea with tailored suits?"
It struck. One of its tendrils lashed out, wrapping around a soldier and crushing him. The others tried to fight back, but they were clearly outmatched. The lieutenant activated his earpiece, his voice tense.
"Lady Fubuki! We need backup—now!"
Only a block away, Fubuki flew into the sky, her green aura blazing around her. "Hang on, I'm coming!"
She arrived moments later—but what she saw was horrifying. Her men were being ripped apart. The lieutenant, still alive, screamed as a tendril crushed him slowly. Anger ignited within her. She surged forward, psychic energy flaring.
But the creature was faster than expected. With a wet thwack, one of its limbs slammed into her side, launching her across the street toward a concrete wall at lethal speed.
She braced for impact—but never hit.
Something caught her. Something strong, yet gentle.
"Got you," came a calm voice.
Her eyes fluttered open, heart pounding. And there he was—his crimson cape fluttering, golden aura glowing faintly.
"Sky God…?" she whispered.
Damian held her securely before landing, gently setting her on her feet.
"Are you alright?" he asked. "Can you stand?"
"I… I think so…" Fubuki answered, clutching her side.
"Good," he said with a confident nod. "Stay here. I'll handle this."
He turned toward the monster, who had just finished devouring the last of the lieutenant. It roared in satisfaction, blood dripping from its jagged beak.
"The Sea Folk will rise again! Bow before—"
Its words were cut short.
A crushing invisible force wrapped around it—tight and unrelenting. Its eyes bulged. It thrashed. But it couldn't move.
Damian hovered several feet away, arm outstretched, eyes glowing. His Ruler's Authority activated—telekinetic energy surrounding the monster like a vise.
"You think this can stop me human?!" it shrieked.
"I'm not human," Damian replied, his voice deep and calm. "Or at least… not anymore."
He clenched his hand.
CRACK—BOOM!
The monster exploded, raining gore and viscera everywhere. Blood and tendrils splattered across buildings and the street.
But not a drop touched Damian. His bio-electric aura shimmered, shielding him perfectly.
With a flick of his wrist, the remains of the monster flew away. He turned and soared back to Fubuki, who was now standing, her eyes wide.
She hadn't spoken a word—too stunned by what she had just witnessed.
A massive glob of monster flesh had landed on her shoulder. Damian raised a hand and, with fine telekinetic precision, removed every bit of blood and tissue from her clothing—leaving her spotless.
Her mind was spinning.
Oh my god… he's taller in person… and perfect… strong, graceful, and so good-looking. He saved me and even just cleaned my clothes. Omg, his muscles…
"You're Fubuki, right?" Damian asked, breaking her daze. "Tatsumaki's sister?"
"Uh—yeah! That's me, I—" she stammered.
Damian smiled and extended a hand. "You can call me Damian. I'm not too big on the whole 'Sky God' thing."
She took his hand, feeling electricity run up her spine.
"Thank you," she said softly. "For saving me…"
"Don't worry about it," he said. "I try to help wherever I can."
Then, with a flirty smirk, he added, "Besides, saving a beautiful woman isn't the worst way to spend my day."
Fubuki's cheeks turned red. She looked away, then—unable to stop herself—blurted out, "Uhh… give me your number!"
Damian blinked, amused.
"I mean—ugh, I mean maybe we should exchange info. For professional reasons. We're both heroes, after all."
Damian chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. "Sure. Here—"
They exchanged phones, saving each other's numbers.
Damian looked at the carnage behind them. "Sorry I didn't get here sooner. About your men…"
Fubuki lowered her gaze. "It's not your fault. It's mine. I should've acted faster."
"Don't beat yourself up," he said. "We can't predict every attack."
Then, with a softer tone, "Maybe we meet for lunch sometime? To talk?"
Fubuki blinked. "Are you… asking me out?"
"Just lunch. Nothing too serious," he said, smiling. "You're way easier to talk to than your sister."
Fubuki hesitated—then smiled. "Okay. Lunch it is."
Her gaze softened as she looked into his glowing blue eyes.
Then her face shifted. "Wait… how old are you?"
"Seventeen," he said confidently. "Too young?"
She blinked again, startled. "Seventeen? He looks like a damn 21 year old runway model…"
"I might be young," he added with a smirk, flexing subtly, "but I've got a mature mind and a strong heart."
She tried not to blush. "Yeah… ummm, that's no problem."
Suddenly, Damian's head snapped to the side. More explosions.
"I've gotta go, another monster attack," he said. "Let's text each other to finalize our date details."
Then—BOOM—he vanished in a golden blur.
Fubuki stood there in stunned silence.
"…Did he say date?"
Elsewhere in Z-City…
"I am Seaweed Fiend!" the new monster roared, lifting cars and tossing them like toys. "Bow before the sea!"
Nearby, Saitama crouched by a vending machine, fishing through his wallet for coupons.
A car flew overhead—smashing into the store.
He looked up, deadpan.
"Well, now I can't even shop…"
The monster laughed, tentacles flailing, a young girl caught in its grasp.
Saitama saw the child, his face shifting. He cracked his knuckles. Walking towards the monster.
"You think a punch can hurt me, human?!"
The moment Saitama's fist drew back, a terrifying pressure filled the air. A ghostly kanji symbol shimmered—DEATH.
The monster froze.
BOOM!
Damian appeared out of nowhere, the sonic boom rattling nearby buildings. He stopped midair, witnessing Saitama obliterate the Seaweed Fiend with one clean punch—leaving a gaping hole through its torso.
As the monster crumpled, Damian flew in and caught the child, lowering her safely to her parents.
Saitama, holding his ruined wallet, dripping in monster guts, looked over. "Oh hey, Damian. What's up?"
Damian laughed. "The usual. Was saving another part of the city, but I heard a ruckus over here."
"I guess I didn't need to come by; you killed another monster with One Punch... impressive as always, master... I mean, Saitama."
Saitama shrugged. "That? Just a light jab. You're the one they call 'Sky God,' not me."
Damian grinned. "Still… that was epic."
"What are you doing the rest of the day?" Saitama asked.
"No alerts so far," Damian replied. "So… I'm free."
Saitama glanced at the monster remains, then grinned.
"Perfect, we'll need a bag to carry..."
Cut to: Saitama's Apartment – Later That Night
The apartment smelled… like roasted seaweed.
Damian stirred the pot as Saitama slurped loudly.
Genos, recently upgraded, stared. "Master… are we really eating a monster?"
"It's seaweed. I killed it. It's mine."
Damian, laughing at this scene and thinking about the One Punch Man Anime timeline.
This is the start of the Sea Folk Monster Invasion. If I remember correctly, they should invade in a couple of days.
A slight smirk crept onto Damian's face.
Later that night, the trio battled in-game on Street Hero Simulator. Damian was crushing both of them. His super-brain made predicting every combo easy.
Another K.O.
Saitama threw down his controller. "Dodge! You're supposed to dodge!"
Genos calmly pulled him back. "Master, careful… we still need that TV."
Damian chuckled, remembering Saitama's punch. "So that was a jab…"
CRACK.
Saitama broke another controller in frustration, the plastic cracking in his hand.
"That's the third one this week," Genos sighed, glancing at the growing pile of broken controllers. "At this rate, we'll go broke…"
Saitama slouched back, arms crossed. "Guess I need to make B-Rank soon."
Damian leaned forward from his spot on the futon, resting his elbows on his knees. "Saitama, I have a feeling something big is coming. I mean, we both took down Sea Folk monsters today—and they claimed they were just the beginning of some kind of takeover."
Genos nodded sharply. "We should report this to the Hero Association immediately. If the Sea Folk are organizing, it could be the start of a larger invasion."
"Yeah, yeah…" Saitama waved lazily.
Damian perked up, eyes lighting with excitement. "In the meantime, how about we do some actual training? A sparring session, like we talked about."
Saitama groaned but didn't argue. "Fine. We'll spar tomorrow. Same place as last time."
Genos crossed his arms with a small nod. "Understood. Master's previous punch carved a hole straight through the mountain. The location should be easy to find."
As the others settled in for the night, Damian opened his system panel.
[Bonus Mission: Survive Sparring Match with Saitama, the One-Punch Man – Reward: Traversal Ticket x1]
Let's do this.
Just as he leaned back, a soft buzz vibrated from his phone. A message popped up.
Fubuki:"Are we still on for lunch?"
Damian smiled and typed back quickly.
Damian:"Yeah. Korean BBQ at 12pm tomorrow?"
Across town, Fubuki was lying in bed, her silk sheets clinging to her flawless form. She stared at the screen, her heart thumping as she bit her thumbnail.
"He's only 17… but he looks like a model. And he saved me..."
Her thumbs danced across the screen as a smile crept across her face.
Fubuki:"Yes 😊 See you tomorrow. And thanks again."
Damian:"Anytime. Sleep well, Fubuki 😊"
They both lay back in bed, smiling at their phones—two different heroes, two different lives, but maybe, something beginning to intertwine.
Outside, the city lights shimmered under the stars. A calm before the storm.
Tomorrow was going to be another great day.