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About Saitama

Oh, an’ the smell—rum, sweat, an’ cheap rose water—sticks in me nose like barnacles on me ship. Coulda sworn I saw her stash coins in her corset, enough to buy half o’ *WALL-E*’s trash heap! Funny, innit? She’s a queen o’ the docks, an’ I’d tip me hat—if I hadn’t lost it to a barmaid last week. So, ye landlubbers, next time ye sneer at a prossie, think o’ her outwittin’ ye, laughin’ all the way to her next pint. Savvy?

The Transformation

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After that, I’m feeling a bit drained. I decide to grab lunch at this little ramen shop on Asama Street. Best ramen ever! I’m slurping away, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Fujiyoshida, how it used to be a post town. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just want my noodles.”

First snowcap of season yet to be observed on Mt. Fuji