Emergency Committee Exemption: Ten Fights Today

At 4:59 p.m., Saitama and the others finally rushed up to the 200th Floor reception desk.

The receptionist wore a practiced smile as she handed him a thick stack of forms. "Welcome to the 200th Floor, Mr. Saitama. Please fill in your personal information, fighting style, preferred weapons, Nen type... and this liability waiver, this property damage compensation agreement, this personal accident insurance form..."

Saitama stared at the stack in his hands. It was half a foot thick. "This many?"

"Yes," the receptionist said, her smile growing sweeter. "You have one minute left. If you don't sign every form before five o'clock, you'll lose your eligibility to compete on the 200th Floor. You'll still have to pay the fine, of course."

Without another word, Saitama grabbed a pen and signed like mad. His hand moved so fast it left afterimages. In less than ten seconds, he slapped the completed stack onto the desk.

"Done! Set up my matches. I'm fighting all ten today."

The receptionist's smile froze. Her pen slipped from her fingers. "What? That's absolutely impossible, Mr. Saitama. The 200th Floor operates strictly by scheduled challenges. Every match has to be arranged with an opponent at least three days in advance. Both sides must agree on the time and venue, and we need time for ticket sales and security preparations. Even with expedited scheduling, you can only fight once a week. Ten matches would take at least two months."

"Two months?!" Saitama's face fell. He deflated like a punctured balloon. "When am I supposed to pay off that 500,000-yen fine? When do I get a room with free utilities? No, no. That's way too slow."

He paced in front of the desk, rubbing his chin. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He looked at the receptionist in earnest. "Then I