Three Years Left to Go
Saitama spent the whole day in his apartment, researching about the world he resides in. He very quickly noticed that the apartment he lives is different from the one in the show. Despite their similarities in size, there were distinct variations between such as the furniture and wallpaper.
He proceeded to boot up his cheap and slow laptop, which nevertheless got the job done, to research about the world. The Earth consists of multiple smaller continents with a colossal one in the middle housing the entire human civilization. Within this landmass, there exist 26 cities, each bearing the name of a letter from the English alphabet.
After observing it for less than a second, he quickly worked out that the shape of the super continent is the same as the Saitama prefecture in Japan.
Countless wars used to rage in the world until the appearance of "mysterious beings" halted the fighting and forced the surviving humans to unite on the super continent.
That was centuries ago.
He then proceeded to explore the aspects of culture, cuisine, and climate, and discovered that they closely resembled those in his own world.
Next, he accessed his bank account, which had the User ID and Password conveniently stored in a folder on his desktop labelled "bank".
He couldn't help but mentally grumble, Who the fuck puts their bank info in the open like that? Nevertheless, he entered his bank account.
Saitama's jaw dropped to the floor as he stared at the screen. Only 5000 yen! I'm poor as fuck! He quickly closed the tab, fearing that he might get a heart attack.
No wonder why Saitama was so obsessed with discounts. that's probably the only way he could make ends meet.
Checking the time, he saw it was 10:42 PM. Closing his laptop, he let out a big yawn. I'm tired as hell. I'll start training tomorrow.
He went to his futon and closed his eyes, sleep claiming him.
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It was bright early in the morning, the sun shining brightly as he enjoyed a light breakfast of peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He decided to visit a nearby park and immediately noticed the bustling activity around him, confirming that it was not a ghost town.
He was the signature blue track jacket with blue pants and a pair of white lines on each side.
Dressed in his signature blue track jacket and pants with white lines on each side, he strolled through the park, taking in the peaceful atmosphere. People were sitting at picnic tables, cycling, and children were flying kites. It was so serene that for a moment, Saitama forgot about the existence of monsters for a second.
Alright, one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats and a ten-kilometre run every single day. Just the thought of it made his legs tremble, but he brushed it off.
He found a spot on the ground next to a patch of grass to begin his workout.
The one hundred push-ups strained his upper body muscles, but he persevered. The harsh concrete made his butt and back numb during the one hundred sit-ups. And as he completed the one hundred squats, his entire body screamed in pain, drenched in sweat, and his breathing became erratic and labored.
Note to self: train on grass or anything else next time.
The only exercise left is the ten-kilometre run. It's okay Saitama, you can do it. You've been through worse he deluded himself.
And so, He pushed himself to keep running, needing to pause multiple times to avoid passing out from the exhaustion alone.
Finally, after enduring three excruciating hours, he finished. He made his way back home, partly dragging and partly limping, paying no attention to the looks he received. As soon as he shut the front door, he crumbled onto his futon, utterly exhausted.
One day over, three years still left to go, yippee.
He drifted off to sleep soon after