Vivian finally met Cade—but not a single spark flew between them.
Maybe that's the fault of this changed Transformers 5 world.
The people living in that T5 world didn't notice the branching paths of fate. They only knew their world now had a powerful, utterly singular man—
Saitama.
They could never forget the shock of his first appearance.
And now, all they wanted was to raise a cup and cheer for him.
In everyone's eyes, Saitama—alone—charged like a lone hero into enemy lines, like an invincible superman crushing all in his path.
"Boss, he's up on the mechanical skyway!"
The so-called skyway was the conveyor that moved infantry through City One.
Countless Type-387 troopers stood watch there, scanning every corner of the city.
Saitama's sudden arrival left them stunned. Some even tapped the sides of their heads, wondering if this guy in a yellow suit and red cape had been drinking.
These machines knew humans had a thing called alcohol—like their machine oil—that could stiffen spines. Before they seized City One, plenty of humans used booze to rally and resist. Those people had been massacred.
So why had another one appeared?
Hum—
Blue lasers flared from their optics and converged under Saitama's feet.
He leapt—and they raked the air with a second volley.
"Danger!"
For the first time, Vivian felt that tight, anxious worry—for a man.
Had she… fallen for Saitama?
"This pace of 'love' is way too fast… am I just craving romance lately?" She blamed it on America's fast rhythm, then fixed her eyes back on Saitama.
Her concern wasn't needless.
Mid-air, Saitama nearly took the hit. He forced his head back just a fraction, barely slipping the beams. Behind him, the girders they struck glowed iron-red and sagged.
He could feel it: these mechanized troopers were well-drilled—clearly prepped for intruders like him.
On any other day, he could take his time.
But City One still had civilians who needed saving. If he moved slow, those people might be executed at any moment.
He had just watched a squad of machine soldiers toy with humans like playthings. He'd no intention of overestimating a machine's bottom line again.
"In that case… let's finish this quick."
He replayed what he'd done to the octopus monster in the desert.
Boom!
A single Futsū no Punch (Normal Punch) slammed into the cross-bridge.
Steel that lasers had only branded red—exploded under his fist. The hundred-meter span collapsed to the limit.
Every trooper staggered.
That was Saitama's cue.
He danced through the rain of soldiers, parts, and snapping girders—
light as a feather, precise as a thread through the eye.
By the time gravity finished its work and dragged everything to the ground, the once-disciplined mechanized troops were all down.
Heaven pity them.
If that sly octopus monster from the desert could see this, it wouldn't know whether to feel its defeat was only natural… or fate.
Andrew and the others no longer pulled exaggerated faces. They were already convinced—down to their bones.
Only the cool, striking Vivian—new to Saitama—found herself shocked all over again.
"My god… is he really a hero sent from the heavens to save us?"
She clenched her palms, terrified she'd blurt his name in excitement.
Instead she called it a thousand, ten-thousand times in her heart.
At the end of the skyway…
City One, command deck.
A centaur-shaped machine strode out.
Saitama's "system" marked its name as—Scourge.
It had another designation too: Strafing.
The instant it appeared, it recognized Saitama by name.
"I thought those Decepticon grunts could hold out longer," Scourge rumbled. "I wanted more time to observe you. Unfortunately, they're trash."
He dropped from the skyway. The whole city shuddered.
To humans, he could only be called a moving fortress, a military redoubt.
Saitama was… just an ordinary-looking man.
A duel between a mighty human and a giant fortress was about to begin.
Every eye in the city turned to this point—
even the machine wardens who had enslaved the humans.
Elsewhere, the Decepticon boss and his "pal" Sixshot watched with rapt attention.
"Good—now we can gauge Saitama's true power."
"Boss, is this Saitama really that strong?" Sixshot asked.
A knuckle cracked against his helm. "You doubt our assessment? 'Strong' doesn't begin to—"
The boss nearly blurted that Saitama might rival their own lord Megatron, then caught Sixshot's glance and swallowed it.
"Hmph. Anyone who stands against the Decepticons dies—no matter how strong."
For once, their shared brain cell was online; no careless boasting to get reported to Megatron.
But when they looked back at the unfolding clash, both Decepticons froze.
"My god—this human is too fast!"
On their feeds, Saitama twisted and slipped with a fluidity almost Cybertronian.
Meanwhile, in City One's theaters, moviegoers gasped.
"Isn't that Neo's classic bullet-dodge?!"
And above the skyway, the man in the yellow suit kept walking forward.
(End of Chapter)
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