Just An Average Guy

Chapter 5

The morning sun shined brightly over the dew-covered grassy fields near the Survey Corp's HQ. Inside the HQ, near the barracks, soldiers were starting to awaken, either rubbing the sleep out of their eyes or doing some morning exercises. Among those soldiers was Petra. But she did not rub the sleep out of her eyes, nor did she do morning exercise. No, she was currently doing something not a lot of male or female soldiers do. She was combing her hair. Humming a song from her childhood days to herself as she combed her hair down, she flinched when she pulled a bit too hard on her comb. Placing the comb on a nearby shelf after she had finished, she walked towards her mirror. Placing her hands on her hips, she nodded to herself.

"Today's going to a different kind of day," she said to herself, fiddling with her uniform to get is straightened.

Today was indeed going to be a different day. She, along with Olou, had been tasked to watch Saitama and 'observe' him in a way. She liked the fact she could spent some more time with her new comrade, but disliked the fact Olou was joining her. Not that she did not like Olou, but the way he had been acting recently... scared her a bit. It was like he was having personality switches, or something. Deciding to ignore it, she turned to walk to her room's exit. Grabbing hold of the doorknob and twisting it, she exited her room.

Walking towards Saitama's room, which was opposites of hers, she knocked and waited for him to open. She wondered what Saitama would be doing today. She knew Commander Erwin wanted to talk to him about somethings, but she had not been told what. Also, her curiosity tended to take the better of her from time to time. So, she should leave out questioning Saitama for today.

Petra was shaken out of her thoughts as the door opened, revealing a fully dressed Saitama. Had he slept in the same clothes he had been wearing for two days?

"Oh, it's you," Saitama said, staring at her with a tired expression. "Listen, I'm going to get some more sleep. Hope you don't-."

"Oh no, mister," Petra cut him off, pushing the door open and grabbing hold of Saitama's wrist. "We need to get you outside. Just because you're strong doesn't mean you can be a slacker!"

"O-okay," Saitama replied, wiggling his wrist out of her grip. "But can we get some breakfast first? 'Cause I'm starving."

"You tend to say that a lot," Petra remarked. "Let's get going, then," she said, turning around. "I heard they're serving some pretty good soup."

Saitama inwardly sighed. The soup he had eaten yesterday wasn't that bad, but it wasn't good either. Either way, he followed the brunette through the hallways of the HQ. They passed several rooms, and in said rooms resided soldiers. Soldiers that all had a look of distrust on their faces when they laid eyes upon Saitama. Not that it bothered him, though. He was used to it by now, the stares of distrust and disapproval. But he didn't become a hero just for the people. No, he did it because he wanted to. Would he ever quit being a hero? He could not say for sure. It was still a fun thing to do. Everyone had their own reasons to become a hero. Some did it for fame, others of glory. Heck, even Genos had his reasons.

Genos. The Caped Baldy wondered how he was doing. Ever since he arrived in this strange world, with absolutely no form of communication whatsoever, he had not been able to know how his disciple was doing. Genos' reasons for becoming a hero were justified, yes, but the teen still had much to learn. Saitama truly wondered when Genos would finally face off against the cyborg who destroyed his hometown. Would he be there to cheer him on? Would he be there to help him out? Either way, these were the thoughts that went on in his mind on his way to the mess hall.

Saitama turned to face Petra who, in return, turned her head to him.

"Is something the matter?" she asked.