Well-Rounded : OPM X Invincible Fan Fic

Chapter 52. Otherworldly Adventures of the Bald Hero (2)

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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Previously, our hero and Lisa are sliding down the mountain side. Saitama was acting as the meat shield snow board and Lisa questioning her life's decisions. She completely forgot she almost made herself a martyr but that's a different timeline from this one. What will happen next and how is Saitama going to return to his home? We shall see...

WHOOSH!!

"AAAH! When will this end?!" She cried out and tighten her grip on the burnt shirt of the meat shield.

Whish! POOF!

"OH!"

One final jump and the two landed on a large heap of powdery snow. The roller coaster of death ended and relief washed over the woman. Saitama then sat upright while firmly holding on to the woman.

"Finally... its uhmm..." Saitama spoke in relief but stopped himself.

Now that the ordeal was over, he was able to get a better look on the woman he protected. His eyes shifted on her features. Fair white skin, disheveled blond locks, and the miniscule detail of the poor stitching of the rag dress she wore.

Her overall complexion was pale, obviously from the stress of near death. The more detail he absorbed, the more he realized one important fact. The woman was not wearing any undergarments, due to the evidence that he could see her exposed cleavage and ample sized bosoms pressing on him.

"T-Thank... Y-You... but can get out of the snow?" She asked politely, still coming out of her panic.

"Uhmm.... Ahem! Yeah. No problem..." Saitama played it cool and avoided eye contact.

It didn't go unnoticed to the woman but she could not fathom further as Saitama got up and carried her out of the snow. With a swift front kick, he blasted the snow in front of them and walked casually. He was carrying the woman bridal style and eventually sat her down on nearby solid ground. Flat slate and hardy grass that lived for the cold.

"I apologize... I can not feel my legs at the moment from all the excitement that has happened today. I almost died as well..." She said explaining her predicament.

"Sure... uhmm"

Rip! Floosh

"It's not much but this is all I got." He said while still kind of avoiding direct eye contact.

Our hero just grasped his shirt and tear it off from his body. The little threads that struggled to keep its shape are now relived of duty and the large shirt is placed over the woman's shoulders. Lisa observed the awkward behavior he had and it remined her of her son.

She looked down on herself and quickly realized the source of the man's hesitance. She was showing more that nearly left little to the imagination and turned her back towards the hero. Some redness to her cheeks returned but she was still ghostly in appearance.

"Thank you... it was starting to get cold. Are you not cold?" she asked to change the subject.

"I'm fine Ma'am. The air is chilly but I've been through worse" he answered and sat on the ground next to her and looking to the distant

"You're a foreigner, aren't you? Perhaps across the sea? I've never seen you around Wallachia"

Her natural curiosity over came her current distress as she was speaking to her savior. Taking a good look, he had an impressive musculature. Defined muscles and balanced body structure. He wasn't as large as her husband's body but she could tell he was strong.