Saitama, an average guy who was a hero for fun, looked down at the letter he had received in the mail earlier that day.
Dear Saitama,
You are cordially invited to a special viewing of events that are to take place in the near future.
I know that it sounds strange, but it is indeed true.
The viewing is free, along with the refreshments.
I have written the address on the back of this letter.
The time of the viewing will start at 3:00 P.M. today.
I do hope that you arrive before then.
I'll be waiting to greet you.
Sincerely, Z.
P.S. Please come in your hero costume.
The bald hero looked up from the letter to see an average looking building located in the middle of City-Z. It had no special qualities about it, save that it matched the address written on the letter. That, and there was someone holding a large sign with his name on it standing in front of the building.
They were a young man in his late teens. He had blue eyes and had long black hair that covered his right eye and a small ponytail in the back. He wore a simple black sleeveless top, dark green cargo pants with a small wallet chain in the right front pocket, black high top converse sneakers, black fingerless biker gloves, spiked wristbands, and a spiked choker.
"Are you the one who sent this letter?" Saitama asked the man as he approached him, the letter in his right hand.
"You made it!" the man said with a grin before shaking Saitama's free hand. "Nice to meet you, Saitama! I'm so glad you came!"
"Uh, thanks?" Saitama said while the man shook his hand. "Who are you? What's all this about some viewing?"
"In time, Saitama." the man said before pulling out a pocket watch and looking to see it was 2 minutes to the intended time. "For now, why not come inside and relax? There are a few others that have arrived earlier, and many others still to come. When they're all here, we can begin." he said as he lead Saitama inside, bouncing with each step like a kid on Christmas. "Gonna be fun~ Gonna be fun~"
"If you say so. Hey, are those refreshments really free?" Saitama asked as they walked down a hallway to a set of double doors, concerned that one of the major reasons he came here would be a joke.
"Indeed they are. And don't worry. They're not cheap food unless you want them to be." the man explained before opening the doors.
"What?" Saitama asked before seeing a few people inside. One was a man with a bulbous nose with gray hair and wearing a suit. Another was a large and very fat man eating a chicken leg with one hand and holding what looked like a large bucket like container with the other. Another looked like an elderly man with spiked white hair, thick white eyebrows, a small white mustache, and stood with a slight hunch. He was also writing something in a small book before handing it to the final person, who was a little boy with big lips and a bald spot in his hair.
"There you go." the elderly man said with a smile while the boy looked at the page the older man had written on.
"I got Pig God and Silverfang's autographs!" the little boy whispered in joy, tears in his eyes before turning towards the mystery teen. "And you said I may have a chance to get all the other heroes autographs too?!"
"You got it, Tareo!" the man said while giving him a thumbs up.
"That's if they show." the man in the suit said. "And even if they don't, I do hope that you'll explain what was so urgent that I come here."
