@kishin asura In death city, it was just another day.....well, just another day with Black Star, and another familiar face, beating the living hell out of one another, trying to prove how's the better fighter...
"Fat chance buddy, I'm the best!" Tiny yells, striking Black Star with an upper cut to the gut, only for his arm to be grabbed, and him tossed into a ruined building with enough force to cause it to collapse in on itself.
"Ha, the only thing fat here is you. I'm Black Star, the world's greatest Assassin!" Blackstar retorts, only for Tiny to pick himself out of the rubble.
"Yea yea, more like World's loudest pipsqueak...." Tiny growls, leaping at Black Star, hands glowing. Black Star leans back, dodging the glowing fists, but not a foot, catching him under his chin, Tiny using this to stop himself, and send Black Star flying into a wall, him striking, and crashing though it.
"Hey, that almost hurt..." Black Star bellows from the building.
On the side lines, Maka, and the robotically modified Tsubaki sit, watching the fight, Tsubaki streaming the entire thing, managing bets on who's going to win.
"Man, a lot of people are betting on Black Star. I guess they know who's truly stronger." Tsubaki says, laughing a bit.
"Didn't Tiny win last time?" Maka says, having a flash back to that moment, zoning out.
"That was a fluke....." Tsubaki growls, in response.
"And the before?" Maka asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Don't press your luck, Maka, or your lack of any bust will be the least of your physical woes...." Tsubaki flatly says, getting annoyed. This, indeed, shuts Maka up.
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At the mall, in the city with a familiar bald hero, there was a massive sale, it being Black Friday. Baldy Punch Man would be, most likely, unless...stated otherwise, wading though the raving mad customers, picking out things to buy, until, he, and someone else reach for the same item, a fruit juicer, their hands clasping onto the box at the same time. The other hand, is covered in a black glove, the arm, a black sleeve, and the man, a black robe...with glowing red eyes.
"...That's mine...Baldy..." The man growls, waving his free hand in front of Saitama's face, trying...to do something that very much didn't work.
