The Second Disciple ( One Punch Man / SaitamaxGenos )

Recognition

( Added a lil pic of Metal Bat cuz he appears in this chappy! Enjoy :3 )

Crisanto woke up, groggy from sleep. He looked around, taking in his surroundings, when he realised that he was in a hospital bed. Just then, Saitama came into the room, Crisanto quickly pulled up his blanket to cover his face, he couldn't let his idol see him in this dishevelled state...

"Oh you're finally awake" Saitama said slightly surprised, as he approached the hospital bed.

"What day is it?" Crisanto asked, his voice muffled by the blanket.

"Saturday" Saitama replied "Here..." he continued as he fished through the plastic bag he was carrying "have a banana". The golden produce emerged from its translucent captor like treasure from a chest, Crisanto's stomach grumbled with anticipation.

"So I've been out for a whole day?" Crisanto spoke as he peeled the fruit, embarrassment evident in his muted tone.

"Yeah I guess so" Saitama confirmed. Crisanto had passed out Friday afternoon, and now it was Saturday evening, so he'd been out for over 24 hours really.

"Oh..." Crisanto whispered dejectedly, as he put the banana down.

"What's wrong?" Saitama asked blankly "not hungry?"

"It's not that..." Crisanto began "I'm just disappointed in myself, I thought I would be able to stop that meteor easily. But here I am..."

"I think you did great" Saitama's kind words caught Crisanto off guard, his eyes widened in surprise. Receiving praise from his idol was the greatest remedy for his shattered spirit "And I'm not the only one who thinks so" the more Saitama spoke, the stronger Crisanto's resolve became "All the news channels and even the hero association are praising you, they're calling you the 'whirlwind saviour' or something like that"

"What? Really..." Crisanto was taken aback, he'd gotten the recognition he wanted but-

"-Sorry to interrupt" Crisanto and Saitama turned to face the man walking towards the hospital bed, he was shod in an expensive tailor-made suit that screamed 'executive'. "I need to talk to" he quickly opened up a black folder that had the hero association's insignia pasted over the front cover "Crisanto Andrada?" the man read unsure of his pronunciation, which was fair since Crisanto's name wasn't common.

"Yes?" Crisanto responded, a frenzied mixture of excitement and apprehension erupting in his stomach.

"I'm here to offer you a job as a hero, on behalf of the hero association" The man explained as he handed Crisanto a form and a pen "Upon signing this contract, you will immediately become recognised as an Class-A hero" Crisanto nodded, too shocked to form a verbal response "You will, however, be ranked at the very bottom of the Class, at the 38th spot" Crisanto nodded again, that seemed fair enough "But, you will have every opportunity to rise through the ranks as you carry out your responsibilities as a hero effectively"

Crisanto hastily signed the contract, mumbling a short "thank you" as he handed it back to the man.

"I'd also like to thank you, on behalf of the hero association and the general public, for your bravery and initiative. Many lives have been saved thanks to your actions, I believe there is a spot in the S-Class waiting for you" With that, the man bid goodbye and wished Crisanto a swift recovery before leaving.

"Wow, I can't believe I'm a fucking A-Class hero!" Crisanto squealed as he voiced his thoughts, Saitama chuckled softly "I really wanna get into S-Class, but I already know that stupid Amai Mask is gonna get in my way..." Crisanto frowned before brushing the thought off with a wave of his hand "I can think about that later...where's Genos by the way?" Crisanto asked, he might have gotten off on the wrong foot with the cyborg but he really admired him regardless, not to mention that he found him hot as fuck, but who didn't? Crisanto only reacted to Genos the way he did because of the hostile energy the angsty teenager directed towards him, but all he really wants is to have a good relationship with the guy.

"Oh, he's off doing S-Class stuff"

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Genos executed an airborne somersault twenty feet in the air as he drove his heel down in the direction of his enemy; the momentum of his 360 degree rotation, in tandem with the burst of fire streaming from his calf, created an intense propulsion that caused the ground to crack and lift up as his foot made contact with it. Genos' opponent smirked gleefully as she vaulted backwards, escaping his kick as well as the ruptured land that had risen from the tremendous force of it. Genos wasn't alone, beside him was the S-Class hero Metal Bat whose anger was made evident by the murderous look on his face. He raised his silver weapon overhead, with an iron grip that caused the veins in his arms and hands to protrude, as they were filled with heated blood. The S-Class hero slammed his bat down in one fell swoop as a small fissure opened up in the ground, travelling in the direction of his blow. Through practical combat analysis, Genos predicted that their opponent would make an evasive maneuver to the left; as such the cyborg positioned both arms in that direction, an array of loaded weaponry emerged from his forearms, glowing with fire and light as they charged. The monster hopped to the left as Genos anticipated, eluding Metal Bat's attack by an inch yet falling into Genos' trap with her entirety. "Incinerate..." Within a second, she was enveloped in a blinding surge of fire that cauterized her body into oblivion.

Metal Bat 'hmphed' as he walked away from the ashen ground "you're not half bad to work with" he acknowledged as he made his way back to the city.

Just then Genos received a text, he opened up his flip phone to see a message from "Sensei", he clicks on the notification.

'Are you still in C-City?'

'Yes, Sensei'

'Could you pick up some beef from that Supermarket we went to a couple weeks back, they're having a buy one get one free sale I think'

'Yes Sensei, do you need me to get anything else?'

'Nah that's it, Crisanto just got discharged from the hospital so I thought we'd celebrate with a beef hotpot' Genos' grip tightened upon reading that message.

'I'll be back as soon as possible'