Well-Rounded : OPM X Invincible Fan Fic

Chapter 39: Reflection

This is a work of fan fiction based on Invincible and OPM, created by their original authors. I do not own any of the characters or settings from the original work, and no copyright infringement is intended. This fanfic is created solely for entertainment purposes.

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Our butt naked hero has found himself buried under rubble. Dirt and rocks pile on top of him with some of it has shards of glass.

Effects from the super heated material that was shot at the two combatants.

Pooft!

The bald man immediately sat up. Blanker of dirt and rocks over him got catapulted up to the air. The remaining piles of dirt shifts a top his nether regions, effectively covering his lower half.

A piece of top soil sits a top his smooth cranium as looked left and right and down on himself. He brushed off the remaining dirt on his head and stood up.

"Where heck did that come from?" he genuinely asked.

For all his superhuman capabilities, it was still surprising for him to get caught off guard. But he could only blame himself for lacking awareness of the situation.

The explosion was a peeved to him. He'd been constantly thrown around and slammed all over. It was simpler for Saitama to end it with a punch.

However, he reflected back to how Nolan was acting. Not being his true self.

Yes, acting...

It was like that from the beginning they fought. Saitama couldn't get the feeling out of him. Nolan was keeping up a lie, a charade, a farce.

It was obvious to him how the viltrumite was convincing himself and forcing to do something he didn't want.

Saitama was bother and had his brows crunch inward a little. Negative thoughts bubbling in his head.

"Nolan, you're an adult. Why are you not acting like it. Sigh..."

Saitama brushed off the debris on himself and glanced down on himself. He paused for sometime, staring into empty space.

Recalling the possibility of losing dignity. It isn't a new thing for him to be exposed. The thing that worried him is other people would see him exposed.

These thoughts surfaced shame and embarrassment within him, as well as the acceptance of the unfortunate fate.

"I need pants..." he declared.

He moves his head around. Seeing thick bushes and trees. Clumps of dirt and shards of glass and crystal. Result from the intense heat of the shot.

"Huh? A piece of cloth?"

His eyes caught a red material againts the green vegetation. Laying lifeless on the soft patch of grass.

Saitama walked over to it and picked it up. Spread it open then did inspection. The material was of good quality, little to no stains to be seen. Even though it rolled in dirt, it didn't stain.

It was durable and could stretch. It was ripped off and slightly damp to the touch. With some consideration, our hero ties it around his hips to finally cover his arsenal.

"Better than nothing, I guess..." he said, uncaring.

Boom! Boom!

Ratatatatata...

Noise from the distance caught our bald heroes ears. The trees shake and animals got spooked.

BOOM!!!

"That doesn't sound good..."

---Somewhere Else---

One by one, men in tactical suits and full body armor surround their target They unleash a barrage of suppressive fire towards the retreating objective with cold determination.