Saitama, the Caped Baldy, stood atop a quiet rooftop, his cape fluttering in the breeze. The city below bathed in the setting sun, but his expression remained blank. Another uneventful day—no monster, no challenge. He clenched his fist, his overwhelming strength more a curse than a gift. All he wanted was one thing: a fight that would make him feel alive again
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26/11/2024