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I am Saitama - Chapter 29: Shooting down the Ship
🕑 Added 2025-08-07 23:34:26 +0000 UTC“Well, that’s a big-ass ship,” said Saitama casually, his red-gloved hand shielding his eyes from the sunlight as he gazed up at the colossal alien vessel suspended in the sky. Its immense shadow loomed over the Hero Association headquarters, casting a dim, unnatural twilight over the city below.
It had passed an hour since the ship had came and all of the surrounding area of A-City was evacuated already, except the outskirts, but it was already on process.
Hmm, It's much bigger when you see it up close and not from TV or from a manga page.
However while Saitama kept observing at the ship, he wasn’t alone.
All around him, the most powerful heroes of the S-Class stood shoulder-to-shoulder on the rooftop. Their expressions ranged from cold calculation to stunned disbelief.
Flashy Flash narrowed his eyes. “That’s no bluff… The way it’s positioned, it could level multiple cities just by moving.”
Superalloy Darkshine flexed unconsciously, his massive, oiled physique gleaming in the filtered light. “That thing’s bigger than the arena dome I used to train in. Can it even be fought?”
Child Emperor, kneeling beside a portable console, tapped furiously at his controls. “My readings… they’re off the charts. There’s enough energy output in that ship to vaporize everything within a hundred-kilometer radius.”
Pig God stopped chewing for the first time in hours and muttered, “Not even I can digest that much metal.”
Tanktop Master clenched his fists. “Doesn’t matter what it is. If it threatens the people, we stand against it!”
Puri-Puri Prisoner blew a kiss toward the ship. “Such a bold entrance! But I’m afraid I already have my eyes on someone else~!”
Zombieman lit another cigarette, letting the wind take the ash from the last. “Tch. Just once, I’d like to go a week without an extinction-level threat.”
Drive Knight’s mechanical visor hummed faintly. “Unknown technology. Weapon systems detected. Preparing countermeasures.”
Watchdog Man simply tilted his head, his tongue lolling slightly. But his claws were already half-drawn.
And then—
A mechanical hum, like a charging turbine, began to swell from above. The underside of the ship seemed to positionate al lof his cannons on the same direction.
“What’s it doing now?” asked Metal Bat, stepping forward and gripping his bat.
“It’s about to fire,” muttered Child Emperor, eyes wide. “GET READY!”
From the belly of the ship, hundreds—no, thousands—of massive, cylindrical projectiles launched down at terminal velocity. Each one was the size of a bus, packed with enough force to crater a mountain. They rained toward the earth like divine judgment.
“INCOMING!” screamed Sitch, who had joined the heroes on the rooftop, now backing away instinctively. “BRACE FOR IMPACT!”
Some heroes prepared to strike.
Others began charging their powers.
But before anyone could act—
A shimmering green aura surged outward, wrapping the rooftop in a protective field. The projectiles, just moments from crashing down, froze mid-air.
The screeching of metal against psychic force echoed unnaturally across the sky. All at once, the entire barrage halted, suspended dozens of meters above the city.
The green aura pulsed once, then flared.
And in a flash—Tatsumaki moved.
“Ugh. Idiots,” she muttered, arms outstretched, eyes glowing with emerald fury. “Did they really think that would work on me?”
With a single flick of her fingers, every projectile reversed course with impossible velocity. The sky lit up as thousands of metal bombs tore back upward—slamming straight into the hull of the alien ship.
The resulting explosion was colossal. The ship rocked violently under its own assault, pieces of armor plating and debris raining down from its underbelly.
Everyone shielded their eyes as the fireball illuminated the rooftop.
When the light faded, Tatsumaki lowered her hands with a satisfied huff. “Hmph. Amateurs.”
Sitch, mouth agape, slowly lowered his clipboard. “She… she just stopped the entire barrage.”
“She sent it all back…” murmured Child Emperor, awed.
“That was insane…” whispered Tanktop Master.
Even Zombieman raised an eyebrow. “Well. Guess we’re not totally screwed.”
Superalloy Darkshine let out a low whistle. “Remind me not to piss her off.”
Meanwhile, Saitama stared up at the burning ship, his expression calm but thoughtful.
So it begins, huh… he thought, remembering the exact sequence of events from the anime. The alien invasion. Boros. The collapsing city. The fight. All of it.
Only this time, he was here. Not watching through a screen, but standing in it.
Not that anyone else knew.
“I’ve got some time before the ship can shoot again,” Saitama muttered to himself, casually scratching his cheek. “Better get serious soon.”
“Oi, Baldy!” Tatsumaki snapped, floating beside him with her arms crossed and her usual annoyed glare. “Don’t just stand there like a moron. And listen to the plan.”
That made Saitama blink. “A plan?”
“Huh? Don’t you see that we’re planning something?” she huffed, flicking her head toward the cluster of S-Class heroes a few meters away, all gathered in a tense huddle like some impromptu war council.
Saitama scratched the back of his head. “Didn’t notice.”
Tatsumaki sighed in frustration and floated away, muttering something about “idiots with capes” and “how do we even survive like this.”
Curious now, Saitama strolled toward the group. As he approached, the low hum of conversation became clear, layered with urgency and rising tension.
“We need to stop it from landing!!” shouted Atomic Samurai, his hand twitching near the hilt of his katana.
“I agree,” said Watchdog Man, crouched low in his usual canine-like stance. “But how?”
“Simple. We bombard it until it falls,” suggested Superalloy Darkshine, slamming a fist into his open palm with a thud.
“I think we should attack it up front!” said Tanktop Master, puffing out his chest.
“Are you insane?” Flashy Flash cut in, his arms folded and his expression sharp. “Do you even comprehend the scale of that ship? Rushing in without a proper strategy would be suicide.”
“We don’t have time to sit around either,” added Zombieman coolly, cigarette dangling from his lips. “Every second we wait, we risk more lives.”
“But we gotta do something,” Metal Bat growled, tapping his bat against his shoulder impatiently. “Sittin’ here arguing ain’t gonna help.”
Then, cutting through the noise, came a calm but unexpected voice.
“I think I have an idea,” Saitama said.
All heads turned toward him. Silence fell like a curtain.
“Seriously? What is it?” Drive Knight asked in his usual mechanical monotone, glowing eyes narrowing on him.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Tanktop Master interjected, frowning. “We’re really taking suggestions from the new guy?”
“I agree,” Flashy Flash added, arms still folded, his nose slightly upturned. “This doesn’t seem appropriate.”
Genos’s eyes flashed ominously. His hands began to glow with charging plasma, his expression darkening with fury. But before he could act, Bang stepped in front of him, placing a calm but firm hand on the cyborg’s shoulder.
“No,” the old master said, shaking his head. “Control yourself, Genos.”
Genos let out a breath through clenched teeth and slowly powered down.
Metal Bat shrugged, still chewing gum. “And what does it matter? If he’s got a way to blow that thing up, I say let’s hear him out.”
“I agree,” said Atomic Samurai, his sharp eyes on Saitama. “Let’s not dismiss him so easily. He did make it into the S-Class for a reason.”
“Yeah!” Superalloy Darkshine chimed in, grinning. “If it helps us punch some aliens in the face, I’m in!”
Even Tatsumaki, now floating behind them with a hand on her hip, rolled her eyes but stayed silent.
With the attention on him, Saitama took a calm breath and walked over to Child Emperor.
“Hey, you’re Child Emperor, right?” he asked casually, though he already knew full well.
The young genius nodded, raising an eyebrow. “That’s right.”
“Could you give me a spear?”
“Huh!? A… spear?” Child Emperor blinked, baffled. “Why?”
“I’ve got a trick I want to try,” Saitama said, his voice low and relaxed, but with a strange confidence behind it.
Still confused, Child Emperor hesitated for only a second before turning to his backpack. With the flick of a switch, a series of tools and metal parts sprang out and began assembling in the air with precision. In under ten seconds, a sleek, high-density alloy spear—about two meters long—was floating between them.
He grabbed it and passed it to Saitama. “Here. Reinforced tip, carbon-ceramic shaft. Should withstand some serious force.”
Saitama took it with one hand and gave it a casual spin. It cut the air with a faint whump.
“Nice,” he said simply.
“What exactly do you plan to do with that?” Flashy Flash asked, watching him with narrowed eyes.
Saitama didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned to Sitch, who had been silently observing everything with crossed arms and a stressed expression.
“Hey, Mr. Big Nose,” Saitama said.
Sitch blinked. “What?”
“Is the area below fully evacuated?”
Sitch hesitated, then looked down at his device. “Uh… yes. I just got confirmation. The emergency teams finished thirty seconds ago.”
“Good,” Saitama said, and then slowly turned back toward the massive ship looming overhead.
He tightened his grip on the spear, exhaled quietly, and took a single step forward.
“I’ll throw it.”
“What?” Child Emperor blinked. “You’re gonna throw it? At that?”
“Is this a joke?” Flashy Flash asked, now openly incredulous. “Even if you had the strength, you’d need impossible speed to—”
But they didn’t get to finish.
Because in the next instant, Saitama’s expression shifted.
The lazy, uninterested demeanor vanished. His brows furrowed, just slightly. His grip became firm. His stance solid. The ground beneath his feet cracked.
He reared his arm back.
“Serious Series,” he whispered, referencing the original Saitama moves.
The S-Class backed away instinctively, their bodies reacting before their minds could catch up.
Sitch’s eyes widened in horror.
“Wait—!”
“SERIOUS THROW!”
The spear vanished.
That’s the only way anyone could describe it. One moment, it was in Saitama’s hand.
The next, it was a burning streak of light screaming through the sky—moving at half the speed of light.
It pierced the lower hull of Boros’s ship with a deafening sonic boom. The entire spacecraft rippled and warped with the force of the impact, metal tearing like paper as the projectile tore through it from bottom to top.
Then—
BOOOOOOM!
The explosion lit up the sky like a second sun. A thunderous shockwave tore through the clouds, sending winds howling in every direction. The heroes shielded their faces as debris rained down, and the sky was bathed in orange fire and twisted steel.
From the smoke and fire, a stunned silence fell again.
The colossal ship—invincible, intimidating, alien—was now falling apart in chunks, its burning remains plummeting toward the sea beyond the city.
“…Well,” said Saitama, casually dusting his hands. “Guess we don’t need a plan anymore.”
Tatsumaki’s eye twitched violently. “Wh-?! Did you just—?! That was supposed to be MY job!”
Child Emperor’s jaw dropped. “H-He threw a spear… like it was a pencil! And it broke the ship?! That’s not physics!!”
Flashy Flash just stared, speechless, his eyes scanning the sky as if searching for some illusion. “There’s no way. That was… faster than my fastest sword draw…”
Drive Knight turned his head slowly toward Saitama. “…Analyzing. Anomaly. Logic failure. Rebooting.”
Metal Bat scratched his head with the bat slung over his shoulder. “Oi. That thing was the size of a friggin’ city. And he just poked it?”
Atomic Samurai blinked twice, then looked down at his own sword, almost betrayed. “I’ve been swinging this thing for twenty years… should I just retire?”
Superalloy Darkshine clapped once. “Now that was manly! Completely unnecessary, but manly!”
Tanktop Master rubbed his temples, muttering to himself. “I lift trucks. Trucks. What the hell kind of training was that…?”
Zombieman exhaled slowly and lit a cigarette. “Yeah. Sure. Let’s just give the new guy godlike powers. Why not.”
Even Pig God stopped eating.
Sitch, standing off to the side, just stared wide-eyed, his glasses hanging awkwardly on the tip of his nose. His notepad, now forgotten, slipped from his hand. “...We were going to hold a strategy session.”
Bang let out a low chuckle. “Heh… That boy reminds me of someone. Except ten times worse.”
Behind them, Genos beamed with pride, arms crossed and glowing softly. “As expected of Sensei.”
Tatsumaki, still sputtering in disbelief, crossed her arms. “Tch. Show-off baldy. Next time I’ll fling the moon.”
Saitama, already bored again, scratched the back of his head. “Man, I was hoping for a workout…”
And in the silence that followed, the only sound was the distant splash of burning alien debris crashing into the city, and the collective ego of the S-Class being shattered at supersonic speed.
The scattered heroes remained frozen in stunned awe as the massive alien ship disintegrated above the city. Burning wreckage rained down across A-City, crashing through buildings and streets with apocalyptic force. Columns of smoke and fire rose like dark banners, marking the devastation—an overwhelming display of destruction brought on by Saitama’s absurd simplicity.
But then—
A sharp glint cut across the sky.
“Something’s moving!” shouted Child Emperor, pointing up.
“No, wait... it’s detaching from the wreckage,” added Drive Knight, eyes glowing brighter.
“Is that... an escape pod?” Tanktop Master asked, squinting.
The "object" streaked through the clouds like a falling star—except it was moving far too fast, and instead of veering off down toward the city like the rest of the debris, it changed direction mid-flight.
Suddenly, it was coming straight at them.
“EVERYONE, BRACE!” yelled Bang, immediately falling into stance.
BOOM!
The ground ruptured as something crashed down with overwhelming force, sending a shockwave that pushed several of the S-Class heroes back a few steps. A crater formed instantly on the rooftop, smoke billowing around the impact zone.
Everyone’s eyes were locked on the dust cloud. Even Saitama raised an eyebrow.
A shadow moved within the smoke. Then, from the center of the crater, a towering figure emerged—muscular, armored in ornate biotech plating, with glowing blue markings pulsing across his body like veins of power. A massive single eye gleamed from the center of his forehead beneath a crown-like helm.
The being stepped forward with regal menace, each footstep cracking the reinforced rooftop.
“I am... Boros,” the figure spoke, voice deep and resonant, tinged with restrained rage. “Captain of the Dark Matter Thieves. Conqueror of a thousand worlds.”
The S-Class instinctively put themselves on a defensive pose and powered up or drew their weapons.
“What... the hell is that?” muttered Metal Bat, gripping his bat tighter.
“Wait, did he say Captain?” Child Emperor said, eyes wide. “That thing had a Captain?”
Boros surveyed the gathered heroes, his gaze sharp and piercing. “This world... is stronger than I expected. That ship was not cheap.” His eye flared. “Who destroyed it?”
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firerock laser
Thanks for the chapter
