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About Saitama

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

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She's just sitting in a brothel talking to other women and probably just hoping she doesn't get picked by anyone Kawara's cronies suggesting.

Man, what a day in Kawara! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blasting through my window, and I’m like, “Ugh, another day.” But then I remember I gotta hit up the Kawara Music Festival. Y’know, the one on Kawai Street? Yeah, that one.

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