Snart heard Saitama say that and couldn't help curling his lip.
To a habitual criminal from Star City like him, so-called "good people" were the real weirdos.
Right then, the Waverider's captain, Rip Hunter, spoke up.
"Now, the crewmembers we still need are Hawkgirl and Hawkman from St. Roch, and the Atom from Star City.
Who wants to go recruit them?"
The crew exchanged looks—
you look at me, I look at you—
but nobody volunteered.
Every gaze slowly settled on Saitama.
Sara Lance, in particular, added sweetly,
"Why don't we just have Mr. Saitama handle it all in one go?
Wouldn't that solve everything?"
Saitama knew this was the brown-eyed blonde beauty's way of taking a jab at him.
But what could he do?
Who in this world could actually take care of everyone around them to everyone's satisfaction?
Not even cold, hard cash could pull that off.
Late at night, on a street in St. Roch—
Having just wrapped up a mission, Hawkman and Hawkgirl slowly descended from the sky.
Hawkgirl grumbled beside him,
"I really don't want to do this anymore!
What 'Hawkgirl,' what 'Hawkman'—it's all crap!
All I want is to go back to the normal life I had before.
The only reason I'm training here is to deal with that guy I've never even met, the so-called Savage!"
Hawkman could only try to soothe her from the side.
"Kendra, don't be mad, alright?
You have to understand—Savage isn't going to stop just because you don't want to fight him."
Hawkgirl shot back,
"The problem is, I don't want to be some winged demigod!"
While the two of them argued in the middle of St. Roch's street, a group quietly appeared.
At their head was a man in a beige coat and a red cape.
Saitama.
He didn't say a word. He just stood there watching the pair in front of him.
The others also kept silent, standing at his side, waiting to see how he would handle it…
Until—
Hawkman started to feel awkward.
"Hey, who are you people, and why have you been staring at us this whole time?"
Saitama joked,
"Us? We're just like you—cosplay enthusiasts."
Hawkman got a little angry.
"I am not a cosplay enthusiast.
My name is Carter. I'm one of the winged demigods from ancient Egypt."
Saitama made an "oh" sound.
"Then I'm not a cosplay enthusiast either.
My name is Saitama. I'm a hero."
The moment Hawkman heard the word "hero," he actually laughed.
Heroes? In this era?
To him, heroes were nothing but a bad joke.
In three thousand years of reincarnation, he had been killed by the Egyptian priest Savage more times than he could count.
Not once had he seen a "hero" show up to help him.
So Hawkman said coldly,
"In that case, do me a favor, hero—stay away from me.
Or I might lose control and beat you senseless."
Hawkgirl finally couldn't stand Hawkman's violent arrogance any longer.
"Hero," she said, "could you please teach him a lesson?"
When she said that, she had another thought in mind—
she wanted to take this chance to run.
She'd had enough of this guy who kept calling himself an Egyptian demigod.
Hawkgirl muttered under her breath,
"I'd be better off going back to working at my café… though I'd best pick a different city next time."
What she absolutely didn't expect was that the moment she finished speaking, Saitama moved.
Boom.
Saitama shot out from the group like a bullet and drove a punch straight toward Hawkman's face.
But because Hawkman really was an Egyptian demigod,
his reactions were far beyond those of an ordinary human.
He instantly snapped to attention and brought up the weapon in his hand,
blocking Saitama's fist.
Whoosh—
A powerful gust of wind exploded where Saitama and Hawkman clashed.
For the first time, everyone truly felt what it was like—
a live battle between the hero Saitama and an Egyptian demigod.
Sara Lance watched with a "here for the show" expression.
"Hey, Saitama, do your best and knock him down!
Let him taste the Waverider's Iron Fist!"
Captain Cold Snart watched the gleeful Sara with a frosty gaze.
Heat Wave Mick muttered, "She's stirring things up again."
Snart replied, "Tell me about it."
On the Waverider, Firestorm—left behind to guard the ship—stared at the scene on the monitor.
"Oh my god, old man, are you seeing this?
Saitama's at it again—another fight!"
Professor Martin Stein was in the middle of studying the Waverider's systems.
"Isn't that how he always is?" he said mildly. "We're used to it by now."
Jefferson protested,
"But this time it's different.
The other guy's an Egyptian demigod!"
Martin went a bit speechless.
"What? An Egyptian demigod?!"
When he finally turned to look, he came face to face with Hawkman's appearance—
golden helmet on his head, ancient Egyptian battle gear on his body.
"Don't tell me… that really isn't cosplay?"
At that moment, the Waverider's AI, Gideon, spoke up.
"Based on Gideon's database comparison, the equipment on Hawkman's body is at least three thousand years old,
genuine artifacts from the Egyptian era."
Right then, the battle between Saitama and Hawkman truly began.
Every punch Saitama threw sent Hawkman flying.
But each time, Hawkman used his wings to disperse the force,
then flew up into the sky and dived down again to counterattack.
As he flew, the weapon in his hand crackled with pale blue arcs of electricity.
Vivian gasped,
"My god, that's real lightning!
Can people nowadays just make lightning whenever they feel like it?"
She turned to look at Captain Cold and Heat Wave—
two men who used high-tech gear and whose physical abilities were on par with super-soldiers.
"What do you think?" she asked. "How hard is it to manufacture lightning like that?"
Snart replied promptly,
"Hard. Very hard."
Honestly, everyone present was completely drawn in by Saitama and Hawkman's battle.
Snart, especially—he was a cautious, calculating man.
He loved planning ahead.
So when he saw how powerful Hawkman was,
and realized that a guy like that was now his teammate,
he quietly made a mental note.
If Hawkman ever betrayed them one day,
how should he deal with it?
But after thinking it through, Snart realized—
unless he could pin down Hawkman's wings and limit his mobility,
he had no way of fighting him at all.
Beside him, the brown-eyed, golden-haired beauty Sara Lance watched the fight with great interest.
"Saitama, you really are something," she said.
"You can actually handle a winged demigod like that.
If I hadn't met you, I would've thought only the League of Assassins' leader Ra's al Ghul,
or Star City's Green Arrow, Oliver, could take him on."
But in the end…
Only Hawkman himself, crossing blows with Saitama head-on,
felt his shock growing by the second.
"This guy is way too strong!"
(End of Chapter)
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