I am the Strongest! ***SUBJECT TO MAJOR REVISION***

Chapter 1

"Where am I?"

Saitama looked around, searching for clues on his whereabouts. Then, he later noticed a black figure standing there in a distance, menacingly.

"Umm... Hello?" He blankly asked.

"Care for a repository?" The shadow figure asked.

"What's that? I just woke up here..." He replied as he stood up on the grass.

"Repository is defined as something that contains something nonmaterial, like knowledge," he responded, walking towards Baldy, revealing himself on the moonlight.

He is wearing a black motorcycle helmet with something attached on its side. Thick, tech-like clothing as his outfit, thick, black gloves on his hands, black military boots on his feet, and I suppose those are two legendary katanas, judging by the engravings on their sheaths on his waist? But he has two guns on both sides of his backpack, one pistol observing by its holster, and shit ton of ammo on his vest.

Oh, and I just noticed... The visor on his helmet is like a mirror. Now that's cool.

"Seems like we are on the same page," the mysterious man said. What does he mean?

"What do you mean by that? Like we got isekai'd or something?" I joked.

"It seems like it. We're not on Earth right now. I'm not in the Philippines. You're not in... whatever you're from. Toge-"

"Japan."

"Thanks for that. Now, together, we're stuck in this...*sighs* unknown world, I guess... Dang. That sounds cringe," he said as he approached him in an instant and offered a hand, ignoring the blast of wind created by such speed of motion.

"Brandon Jennings. Nice to meet you."

I smirked. "Saitama, a hero for fun."

We firmly shook our hands in determination.

"I heard just now that you're a hero for fun?" He asked and I nodded. "It does sound fun."

"But it was getting a little boring. One punch was all the monsters could take," I replied.

"Two reasons: maybe these monsters you encountered were that weak or that you're too strong that even the strongest monsters couldn't handle," he commented on my remark.

"Guess so," I plainly said as I turn my head up and look at the moon itself.

"Hey, dude. Why is the moon broken?"

He shrugged, telling me that he doesn't have the clear idea as well. "Beats me. Like I told you, we on the same page. We got teleported by some kind of anomaly or some shit."

But then, Brandon hears a slight growl behind him, so he instantly grabbed for his katana and...

"Nebula Breathing - Sixth Form : Birth of a Star." With a blue and green sparkling trail with tiny explosions almost making the sound of a sear, it instantly slashed the strange black creature appearing to be a black giant wolf with a strange armor-looking kind of sort protecting its body, and its crimson red trailing eyes that looked at me with gluttony, but soon faded as it died and crumbled to dust. Weird.

"Woah, that's cool," he said. "How did you do that?"

"That will be for me to answer later," I answered.

"Can I give it a try?" He asked.

"Yes, you can but not now because..."

Little did he know, I locked my eyes to 43 seen hostile targets within the 5-kilometer radius, awaiting ambush. Too bad, this pain will be their first...