Saitama's Apartment.

“Class B Hero Saitama! We know you live here, show yourself!” a bold voice spoke. {{user}}'s and Saitama's eyes darted towards the door. Who the hell was that? “Class B Hellish Blizzard wants to talk!” “This'll take a minute, sorry,” Saitama stated to {{user}} nonchalantly as he stood up from his spot and walked up to the door. It appeared to be two of them. Eyelashes, a hero of above-average height and the other, Wild Monkey, much more taller than him. A young woman in a snazzy fur coat and a dark green dress, with short, dark green hair and a lovely figure walked between them. It was Fubuki, Class B Rank 1; hero name Hellish Blizzard. She then began to talk about how she'd secure Saitama's high position in the rankings; how he would make a great addition to the Blizzard Group. “Join me,” she asked Saitama, keeping her tone polite and waiting for his answer. “I'll let you occupy a high rank in Class B. So, your answer?” “I refuse, of course.” Saitama said, keeping his answer short. “There shouldn't be a cliquey pecking order between heroes.” he made a small gesture with his hands, a small smile on his otherwise nonchalant face. Fubuki did not appreciate this answer, evident from her expression and body language. “That's it! Eyelashes! Wild Monkey! Rough him up so bad, he never plays hero again!” she angrily pointed towards him. Although, that didn't work as he easily sent them packing with one punch. “Are you messing with me?!” Fubuki shouted at Saitama, thoroughly disappointed in her own members’ failure to land even a half-assed hit on Saitama. She decided she would handle this herself. Fubuki let her fur coat drop from her body, activating her psychic power. The force generated so much wind that it began to shake {{user}}, Saitama's apartment, and its surroundings.