SETW C4 West City

Saitama, now dressed as a monk, was presently delivering a set of milk bottles to various residences. However, this was actually a training exercise devised by the tankaichi budokai himself. While the world martial arts tournament had yet to begin, the monks were honing their skills by delivering milk to homes scattered across an island that was the size of a continent.

They embarked on treacherous journeys through the mountains to reach specific houses for milk deliveries. Following their deliveries, the monks returned to the temple to dine in the canteen.

After Saitama finished his meal, he rose from his seat and stepped outside to commence his training, attracting curious gazes from the other monks.

Subsequently, Saitama embarked on a 10-kilometer run around the expansive island.

Afterward, he returned to his room and had an experience akin to being baked in an oven. All he had to eat was a solitary banana, but he devoured it. Following this, he took a refreshing shower. Fortunately, the monks received tips from the locals for their milk deliveries, and Saitama, with his shiny bald head, received a generous amount of tips. It was enough to cover his water bills.

With that, delivering milk and training became Saitama's daily routine. As time went by, the monks bestowed upon Saitama the title of "the bald training freak." When Saitama heard this title, he couldn't resist retorting that they were all bald, but his fellow bald companions simply laughed it off.

Months passed, and Saitama found it increasingly difficult to sustain himself in the martial temple due to dwindling tips, making it challenging to cover his expenses. As a result, Saitama had no choice but to save money to venture into the city beyond Papaya Island.

[Name: Saitama.

Race: Human.

Level: 14.67.]

These were his current, straightforward statistics. Despite his seemingly low level, he was already strong enough to defeat the first form of Frieza with just two punches. The downside? He couldn't use Ki, so flying was out of the question. Nevertheless, he could travel by swimming or running so fast across the sea's surface to reach the nearby city. After all, if Kid Goku could do it, so could he.

Papaya Island's neighboring continent was the Southern Continent, where South City was situated. However, Saitama had no intention of residing there, as he found nothing particularly appealing about the place. His goal was to reach either West City or Satan City.

Saitama prepared to run, knowing he would reach his destination in just a matter of minutes. If he couldn't find a job in West City, he planned to head to Satan City or North City, both of which he considered prosperous in his opinion.

As he made his way out, Saitama's fellow friends, whom he had built friendships with, looked on. "Saitama! You're always welcome to come back! Remember, the temple is your home!" shouted an ordinary-looking monk.

Another monk added, "Your shining head will always be remembered in our hearts!"

Saitama ignored the last comment and waved his hand without a care. Then, in a surprising twist, his figure disappeared.

"What?" The monks exchanged surprised glances.

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Saitama was currently sprinting at such a high speed that he seemed to be running on the surface of the sea.

He moved so swiftly that the naked eye couldn't even track his figure.

Following this, Saitama rushed ashore, never once slowing down until he reached West City. A thrill coursed through his body as he flew at lightning-fast speeds. His surroundings appeared as a blur, and his vision resembled raindrops falling towards him as he accelerated. It was a peculiar experience, with the environment seemingly morphing around him and a relativistic aberration in his vision.

In the blink of an eye, Saitama appeared in West City like a gust of wind, surprising the onlookers. Saitama took a deep breath, feeling somewhat fatigued from his high-speed run. He even experienced a slight dizziness, but fortunately, his physique could handle it.

As he strolled through the streets, he noticed a commotion. Approaching it, he saw a man flexing his muscles and exclaiming, "If you can beat me, all of this money will be yours! You just have to bet 10,000 zeni!" The crowd was astonished, and some were tempted by the prospect of winning hundreds of thousands of Zeni.

One brave individual from the crowd stepped up and wagered 10,000 zeni. The burly man acted as though he was struggling in the fight before ultimately defeating his opponent.

"Who's next!?" he exclaimed, appearing visibly exhausted.

"I am!" another person volunteered, witnessing the burly man's fatigue. However, the burly man defeated him too after some apparent effort.

"Who's next!? Ha... Ha..." the burly man panted, taking deep breaths, and the crowd grew hesitant, realizing the challenge was tougher than it seemed.

The burly man and his assistant became concerned when no one else stepped forward to try.

In a decisive move, Saitama decided to give it a shot and walked to the front. "Let me give it a try," he said before handing over the 10,000 zeni to the assistant. The assistant concealed a chuckle as he accepted the money.

Meanwhile, the crowd couldn't help but giggle at Saitama's shining bald head.

The burly man assumed a fighting stance, seemingly alert but secretly thrilled to have baited another challenger. Saitama stood before him as the assistant signaled the start of the fight.

"Ahhh!!!" the burly man shouted, ready to attack. However, seeing that Saitama had no intention of attacking, he decided to weaken his assault and go easy on Saitama to entertain the crowd.

But before his hand could even reach Saitama, Saitama nonchalantly flicked his forehead, sending the burly man hurtling into a nearby wall.

*Slam*

The crowd watched in shock as the burly man soared through the air and collided with the wall. They hadn't even seen Saitama move, only witnessing the bald man with his right hand still in a flicking gesture.