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[RNZO] Ch 259: One Punch Man Renzo
🕑 Added 2025-05-30 14:13:46 +0000 UTC— — — — — —
"Uh..."
Newbie Renzo, scratched his cheek awkwardly and muttered with a helpless expression, "I kind of blurted that out without thinking… my bad! But seriously, where the hell am I? Some kind of traveler organization? And wait—are you an Eevee?"
He glanced around, then added, "Also, why do everyone's outfits look so damn familiar? Can someone please explain what's going on?"
"And also—"
Mid-sentence, newbie Renzo suddenly collapsed onto a table, his hands gripping the edge like a drowning man fighting to stay afloat. "I think I'm about to die! I might've already died! Someone, please, help out this poor rookie! I'm begging you!!"
. . .
"Huh?"
Everyone in the room looked at him, totally confused. What the hell was up with this newbie?
"Quit whining! Just do a memory share already. Oh, and by the way, time outside this space is practically frozen, so you don't have to worry about your life right now."
With that, Eevee leapt onto newbie Renzo's head and initiated the memory sync.
The others reached out and joined in.
Newbie Renzo: "....."
Before he could even question what was happening, an overwhelming flood of power and memories poured into him. He froze, wide-eyed.
It took a while before he finally snapped out of it.
"Holy crap! So that's what this is?! That's amazing! I'm saved! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You guys are lifesavers—literally! You showed up at the perfect time! Waaahoo~!"
He nearly burst into tears, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude.
"Calm down, would you?" Eevee waved a paw, muttering to itself, "Why are the newbies getting more useless and unhinged every time...?"
"But yeah, you really are unlucky."
Eevee gave him a sympathetic look. "Getting tossed into the One Punch Man world was bad enough—but to regain your memories just minutes before running into a Giant Monster? That's rough."
"If you hadn't ended up here when you did, you'd probably be our first confirmed casualty."
Newbie Renzo looked like he was on the verge of crying again. "No kidding! Just look at you guys—you all got off easy! Me? I got crushed by a dude whose fist was like, the size of a damn apartment complex!"
If that punch had landed when he was still a regular human, he would've been turned into a fine red mist.
"Speaking of which," Aizen said thoughtfully, resting his chin on his hand. "The Giant—I'm guessing he was the younger brother, Marugori. Also known as Beefcake. The one who took his older brother Fukegao's 'Biceps Brachii King' steroid."
"The Brain and Brawn Brothers."
"In that case, once you're back, your first move should be saving that Fukegao and squeezing all his genius knowledge out of his head."
"Actually, better idea—use the domain technique to teleport him to the Takamagahara World right before he dies, and brainwash him into becoming a tool."
Aizen's tone was calm, matter-of-fact—as if he were talking about fixing a machine.
"A talent like that shouldn't go to waste."
"Agreed!"
"+1!"
"Same here!"
Everyone voiced their approval without hesitation.
OPM (One Punch Man) Renzo nodded. "Yeah, that actually sounds like a solid plan. Let's do that."
"As for the little brother—forget it. Even if Saitama doesn't kill him, I will!"
He clenched his fist. "He almost killed me! I can't just let that slide!"
If the older brother refused to cooperate? Not a problem.
Just brainwash him from the start.
I mean, what's the point of having illusion powers if you aren't gonna use them? Didn't Ottoman already prove how effective that strategy is?
He used the Sharingan to rise to power as Sultan without any resistance, then turned it on his enemies to win wars without spilling a single drop of blood. The guy literally said he wants to conquer the world bloodlessly—and so far, he's been pulling it off.
He shows off his shiny new weapons and elite army, then the enemy commander just surrenders. Sure, he makes it look legit so the public buys it.
And any idiot who might suspect something in the future? He will just rewrite the history books to make everything line up. Easy.
Make use of everything and everyone—especially your enemies.
"Up to you," Aizen shrugged, "Just don't forget to collect the brother's genetic sample. Might come in handy."
"After all, the Biceps Brachii King serum alone might not explain that transformation. The little brother's genes could be part of it too."
"Good point!" OPM Renzo nodded eagerly, then said, "Alright, I'll take care of that first. Let's continue this chat later—I need to get back and deal with this crisis ASAP!"
With that, Renzo exited the mental space and returned to his body.
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One Punch Man World
A surge of energy poured into Renzo, flooding every corner of his being. As the massive fist hurtled toward him, Renzo clenched his right hand and his aura exploded like a geyser.
"Sage Art: Armament Haki – Impact Punch!!!"
He let it fly—and met the Giant's punch head-on.
BOOM!!!
The air around them cracked from the shockwave. The ground beneath Renzo caved in from the sheer force of the blow, forming a massive crater.
But despite everything, he wasn't discouraged at all.
Why? Because he actually managed to block that punch.
Not only that—his fist had sunk deep into the giant's, tearing through muscle and flesh, shattering bones in the process. One of the giant's fingers was even bent at an unnatural angle, clearly broken.
And yet, Renzo didn't have a scratch on him.
"AAARGH! THAT HURTS!!"
The giant let out a pained howl and yanked his hand back like a child burned by boiling water.
But then, Renzo noticed something shocking—the massive wound on the giant's hand was already starting to close up… fast.
Within a few short breaths, the injury had vanished completely.
"What kind of insane regeneration is that...?" Renzo muttered, his eyes narrowing.
He kicked off the ground and soared into the air, hovering effortlessly mid-sky.
"Huh? Another hero? And you can fly? Man, I'm jealous!"
Over on the giant's left shoulder, Saitama tilted his head as he watched Renzo float in the air, his eyes gleaming with admiration at the sight of that wild, flowing black hair.
(Once upon a time, he had such glorious hair too… sniff.)
"Another hero? Brother! SMASH HIM!!"
"Oh, and get that bald idiot on your shoulder too while you're at it!"
That voice came from Fukegao, the giant's older brother, who was standing and shouting from the shoulder.
At those words, several veins popped on Saitama's shiny bald head. He jumped up in rage.
"Who're you calling BALD?! Your whole family is bald!!"
"...Okay, big bro!"
The giant, completely ignoring Saitama's outburst, swung his massive palm——but to the right.
BOOM!!
A thunderous crash rang out.
Still standing on the giant's left shoulder, Saitama blinked. "Huh? He killed his own brother? What kind of grudge was that?"
The giant froze.
Only now did he realize… he'd slapped the wrong shoulder.
Slowly, he lifted his blood-covered hand and looked at the gruesome mess on his right shoulder—where his brother had been.
"…Nii-san!!!!!"
Tears welled up in the giant's eyes, and without hesitation, he swung his hand again—this time at his left shoulder to crush Saitama.
But Saitama had already dodged.
Now floating not far from Renzo, he glanced at him with curiosity and asked, "Hey, your eyes changed colors! They look awesome! Where'd you buy those contacts? I wanna get a pair too!"
"…They're not contacts," Renzo muttered under his breath. "These are Eternal Sharingan, dammit."
What Saitama didn't know was that, just moments ago, Renzo had used a dimensional transfer to save Fukegao, dropping him into Takamagahara instead. Then, he replaced him with the corpse of a nearby thug who'd been caught in the chaos.
When the giant crushed that shoulder, all he killed was a random extra.
"You bastards—just die already!!"
Realizing Saitama had escaped, the giant snapped and roared again.
This time, his attention shifted back to Renzo—who he now recognized as the guy his brother wanted dead.
And since this was his brother's dying wish, he'd be damned if he didn't follow through.
In the next instant, countless fists rained down like a tidal wave, aimed directly at Renzo and Saitama.
Saitama took a direct hit and was sent crashing deep into the ground like a missile.
Renzo, on the other hand, moved like a leaf dancing in the wind—calm, effortless. He weaved through the onslaught with ease, avoiding every single punch.
With a sudden flash, he appeared behind the giant, hovering just a few meters away.
Both arms stretched out—"Dimensional Slash!"
A transparent blade of space shimmered into existence and sliced clean through the giant's neck.
SLICK!!
The attack cut so smoothly it almost looked like nothing had happened.
Then, the giant froze.
And a beat later—his entire head blasted into the sky like a cork from a shaken champagne bottle, while his massive body started to collapse toward the city below.
"Oh no you don't," Renzo muttered, frowning.
At 270 meters tall, if that body hit the ground, half of City B would be flattened.
With just a thought, Renzo blinked onto the headless giant's shoulder. He lightly stomped down—
SWISH! The entire body vanished without a trace.
Next, he flew up toward the still-falling head. With a tap of his finger— Gone.
The giant's head disappeared too.
"...."
"Holy crap… who is this guy?"
Back at Hero Association HQ, a staffer monitoring satellite feeds watched the scene unfold in real time, jaw hanging open in disbelief.
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