Apartment Blues

The Consequences of Strength

"I'm home." 

The now bald man sighed, why had he wasted his breath? It's not like there was anybody here to greet  anyway. He laid down the groceries in the kitchen and stared at them, wondering what he should make for dinner.

"I think I'll have eggs over rice tonight....."

Each night was the same routine, he got back, cleaned his suit, took a bath, ate dinner, brushed his teeth and went to sleep. And each morning, he woke up, put his suit on, ate breakfast, brushed his teeth and fought monsters. Well, not really fight he would say, it was more of a one hit kill....every. single. time. His life was so uneventful, so boring that he was getting sick of it. Everyday was the same, bland and boring, nothing ever peaked his interest.

To think only three years ago, he was a businessman, searching desperately for a job, before deciding to become a hero. And in that time frame he'd grown so strong that now he could defeat every monster with a single punch, and it sucked. He'd become a hero for fun, so that he could feel that sweet adrenaline rush, but he no longer felt the exhilaration from fighting anymore. He'd see the monster, kill it and move on. Most of the time he could barely remember what he'd done some days because his opponents were so weak.

He threw some rice in the rice cooker and turned to start his nightly routine.

A loud crash made Saitama lurch awake.

"What the-" In a cold sweat he panicked, all he could remember was these powerful monsters threatening to destroy humanity...but not only that....they were so.....strong....

"I, the Subterranean King, will conquer the surface and our people will multiply once again!!!" Something said outside the window, while others rallied with him.

That was what the monsters had said to him before they had attacked. "Could it be...."

Saitama opened the window of his apartment and jumped, his heart pumped with adrenaline, his fist filled with a new rush of strength. Eyes filled with the fire and exhilaration of battle, his fist came crashing down.

"SPLAT!!!" The monster's blood, body, and intestines painted a piece of abstract art under Saitama's feet as he landed. ".....Huh?"

The monsters who had been cheering and praising their king now stuck a white peace flag up from their hole.

Now he remembered, it had all been a dream....that fight, that amazing battle had all been a stigma pieced together by his desires and imagination.

He looked down at his fist, it was soaked in the monsters' blood. Once again it had only taken one punch.

"I've grown too strong..." Saitama whispered, the fire in his eyes was now replaced with the dark shadow of overwhelming sadness. ".........Goddammit......."          

(I know it may seem like I'm copying one punch man but the original parts of the story start next chapter so yeah.)