A 6-year-old boy, and next to him there was another boy a little older than him walking to school, what's his name? They were Saitama and Racala.
Upon arrival at school, each one left his classroom, the boy named Saitama was sent to his desk. Seeing how the insults were written in this as: 'useless' or 'stupid'. The boy was only suspicious and proceeded to clean it with a handkerchief before the teacher arrived. Finishing cleaning it, a few minutes later the teacher entered, beginning his classes.
. . .
At the end of the class, Saitama got up and headed to the last class which was physical education but was intercepted by 3 children. "Look, look who we have, but if it is not the useless one", spoke one.
Saitama frowned at the nickname, but calmed down: "Can you let me through? I have to go to ..." I don't end up interrupted by one of the children.
"You're not going anywhere, huh," the one who approached Saitama and cornered him.
Some children saw everything and one or the other seemed to want to stop him, but they believed that they would have problems, some if they were going to help, but Saitama shouted at them not to do it.
He did not want to see his friends injured, these children were older than them and can easily hit them.
Saitama before all this was calm and a little sad: 'Why are you doing this? ... brother', he thought.
About 30 minutes passed before they went to their classes.Saitama ran to class and seen the teacher, annoying.
"Boy, why were you late?" scold the teacher.
"Sorry, but it's-" I try to apologize, but the teacher cut him off.
"No buts, in a flexed position now, or if you already know what will happen," demanded the professor.
"Y-yes" Saitama assumed the flexed position.
"You will stay there until I say so," said the professor.
Saitama fell silent and took the position "at least there is little time to finish the class," he considered.
After a few minutes, I finished the class and the teacher approached Saitama.
"Well, you can finish-" I'm not finished when I hear his cell phone ring: "Wait. Yes. What's wrong? Eh? Why? Well, I'm coming."
Ending the flame, the master escaped, forgetting poor Saitama who remained there without knowing what to do. So can I go or not? I go? but what if they punish me? 'In his mind as a child, he believed that would happen and chose to stay.
Two long hours passed, so long, that for Saitama he could compare that his body was jelly, he sweated from exhaustion and great heat. His body wanted to surrender, but before a stubborn Saitama, he forced him to continue. That continued to be interrupted by the sounds of footsteps and voices.
"Saitama! Are you there?"
"SAITAAMAA!" some screaming was heard.
Saitama saw the director and some police officers, and his friends, accompanied by his parents. One of them turned to where Saitama was. "Hey, here is Saitama!"
Everyone else turned in surprise for a moment and then ran towards him.
"What are you doing here?" Saitama asked in confusion.
"That's what we asked you, son, what are you doing here, we thought that maybe something could happen to you huh ... Something bad. By the way, you can stop doing that", his father assumed. Saitama upon hearing this replied.
"Oh, I'm here because the teacher told me and no, I can't", said Saitama.
Everyone who heard this was confused for a moment, the police and the director frowned, and the director said, "Since when and why did you do this?"
"It was my fault ... I was late" Saitama said without saying everything.
His friends answered what he said.
"That is not true, some abusers did not let him go"
"If it's true, it's not your fault."
The policemen watching the situation asked Saitama, "Is that true, boy?"
"Yes ..." was all he said.
The police returned to questions: "Since when did you start?"
"This ... almost finishing the class"
"Well, you can rest," a policeman.
"But if I do, they will punish me," Saitama said hesitantly.
"Relax, nothing will happen to you, look even the director said that nothing would happen to you"
"Yes, it's true" had the director.
Saitama upon hearing them finally dropped down, breathing with relief.
The police officers who saw this relaxed a little and suggested, "Take him to a hospital. I doubt he is okay after 2 hours of this."
"We will do that ... But we want that bastard to give us an explanation ... And a very good one," said his angry parents.
"Take it easy, we'll take care of it," police said.
. . .
After that they sent Saitama to the hospital for a checkup, luckily he just had to rest.
And it was expected, he never does that kind of training, they gave him a few days off.
Saitama received an occasional visit from his friends or parents. But then, why did all this happen to him ... He already knew.
It was his brother's fault. He was better at almost everything than he was and always liked teasing him, this is just one of the other times.
But that was another matter, he got bored and watching the television that was in his room, he turned it on. Saitama did not know what to see since he hardly ever watched television unless it was news, he almost always played with his friends or concentrated when he had something fun that he did nothing else.
Seeing what was on television, Saitama only understood that it was a fight between a hero and a villain. And for the first time, he became a little interested in what was broadcast.
I was surprised by the fight between the two, imagine having that kind of strength. Wouldn't it be easy for me to get them to stop bothering me? . . . but thinking better, mom always says that fiction is fiction, it's not like it's going to happen. . .
"But that doesn't mean I can't train to be stronger ... possibly."
Saitama tried to think of a simple training method that could work, but he couldn't think of any. After thinking a little more, we could ask his dad better.
After a while, I heard she would have a door, and then I saw her parents walk through it.
"Hello son, I brought you the lunch you love so much," said his mother, smiling.
"Thanks, mom," Saitama thanked him.
"How you feel?" Her father said.
"Much better, Dad," Saitama replied.
"Well, tomorrow you will be discharged, and then you will return to school", said his father.
Saitama just nodded. He was a little shy since he was going to ask his father something, but he said it. "Dad ... I want to ask you, uh, you know some way to train," Saitama said.
The man was slightly confused by the question but answered unconsciously. "Train? Well, I guess running, doing push-ups, squats, or sit-ups would be the basics ... But why do you want to know?"
"No ... for nothing," Saitama said a little happy with his father's response. The father found him a little suspicious, but let him pass. After a few hours, they were gone. Leaving him alone
"I think doing 25 of each would be the basic thing, and running because it is not two kilometers, but I will do it later, I mourn everything," he complained a little sore. . .
The next day at school. Saitama was heading to school again, noticing that some were watching him. His brother also noticed that he was looking here, but he thought they were looking at him and he smiled with pride.
Upon arriving at his living room, he noticed that sometimes they still looked at him and felt somewhat uncomfortable, so he asked a friend who was next to him.
"psss ... hey because everyone is looking at me" Saitama whispered.
"Oh, that ... let's say you became a little famous," said the friend.
"Famous? Why?" I asked for.
"After that, some guys got to talk about what happened and then ... Let's say we had a new nickname, heh," said the friend a bit amused.."Nickname? What nickname?" I asked Saitama a little intrigued.
"Iron will haha" the friend started to laugh a little.
"Why did they give me that nickname?" Saitama assumed.
"Because to stay 2 hours in that position, you probably tried hard" smiled his friend.
Saitama blushed, a little uncomfortable at this. 'I always have bad nicknames, but he thought this was a bit. . . Good?'
- - -
Somewhere else.
"Are you telling me that my brother is better known now than I am?", He heard a voice ask, his tone was a little jealous.
"Yes" another voice was heard
"And why are you telling me now?"
"Because we didn't know until now", said the other voice.
"Damn ... well, I guess I just have to 'pay more attention' ...", the voice finished.
...
Saitama was reading manga when he saw the series he got a little interested and looked for similar things on the Internet. Find things like novels, manga, or anime.
It's been 3 months since he recovered and started last week, but he was a little uncomfortable. Why? Well, everything was at school.
If it was just harassment before, now it was something abusive, sometimes he was pushed or hit and even some of his friends and that's why they stopped seeing him, he really didn't care much, because he was uncomfortable for his brother, why was he like this? I knew it had something to do with this, but before it was lighter.
Still, yesterday I got fed up and hit those guys, which made them a little scared now.
Saitama looked at the time. Knowing that it was time to go to school.
Her brother had left earlier and was going to school alone.
Along the way, she noticed a group of boys teasing two girls and saw that they were from her school. 4 boys holding on to one and the other being held by two, she was with an angry expression looking at her friend being teased.
Saitama spent a moment looking at what happened and had to do it, there was little left for the class and he did not want to be late.
But I notice how one of the children started hitting her and Saitama's face changed to a serious one.
Running to remove the girl so that they would not hit her again, he did not see how she began to levitate and had a blue aura surrounding her that stopped when she took her away.
"Who are you? Release that phenomenon," said one of the children.
Saitama is suspected: 'phenomenon? Look, it's a bad nickname even for me. . . and apart from that why phenomenon, you have too much imagination '
"Hey, leave her alone, that is no reason to hit her," Saitama demanded.
"I'm telling you to let her go or else ..." said one of the children.
"Or else what, huh," Saitama challenged the boy.
"Well, you looked for him! Guys! Let's hit this guy," said the boy.
5 children surrounded Saitama. Saitama calms down on this and simply lets them surround him.
One of the children struck in the direction of Saitama's chest. He simply leaned over and then hit his stomach, the boy opened his mouth complaining of pain as he fell to the ground in a fetal position.
The other four rushed to attack when one of them approached, Saitama decided to take him by the neck and shoved him to another, not expecting this, they both fell to the ground.
One of the children tried to hit Saitama, taking him by the elbow, hit him in the face with the other, and kicked him, pushing him back, falling defeated. Saitama gave the other a hard blow to the head that made him fall down touching where Saitama had hit.
At this point, the other two children who had gotten up saw everything and were afraid. And those holding the girl, one of them screamed.
"That strength of someone from our school ... You are Saitama!" one said with fear.
Saitama smiled and said: "Well, do you still want to fight?".
"n-no quiet, we're leaving"
"Yes ... if we go now" the children fled.
Saitama looked at the girl who was looking at him curiously. He introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Saitama, what's your name?" I ask.
"Fubuki", she answered and saw her friend: "And she is sora".
"Well, I'd like to talk, but we're going to be late, BYE", he said to say goodbye.
The girl named Sora said, "An interesting guy, don't you think?"
"... Yes," said Fubuki.
. . .