sukuna parts for animations /The alarm in the tiny, single-room apartment didn't ring—it was obliterated by a light tap from a pale, gloved hand. Saitama sat up on his futon, blinking sleep from his eyes. He rubbed his smooth, hairless head, staring blankly at the ceiling. Outside, the alarms of Z-City were blaring, echoing across empty streets. "Emergency warning: Dragon-level threat detected in District 4. All citizens evacuate immediately." Saitama let out a long, heavy sigh. He didn't care much about the threat levels. What really mattered was the day of the week. "Wait..." He froze, eyes widening in sudden horror. "Is today... Thursday?" He scrambled for his flyer collection, shuffling through crumpled papers until his eyes landed on a bright red advertisement from the local supermarket: SPECIAL BARGAIN SALE - 50% OFF ALL MEAT AND PRODUCE (THURSDAY ONLY, CLOSES AT 5:00 PM). He checked his clock. 4:42 PM. "NO! I'M GONNA MISS THE SALE!" In a blur of yellow fabric and a white cape, Saitama bolted out the door, leaving behind a small cloud of dust. Meanwhile, in District 4, sheer chaos reigned. A towering beast, easily sixty feet tall, stomped through concrete and steel. Its skin was covered in hardened obsidian plates, fire spewed from six wide nostrils, and its screech tore the glass right out of surrounding skyscrapers. "I am Ignis-Gorgon, supreme ruler of the underworld!" the beast roared, smashing a convoy of Hero Association tanks with a single swipe of its tail. "Humans are nothing but insects to be crushed underfoot!" Several S-Class heroes lay battered in the rubble. Smoke rose from the ruined street as Ignis-Gorgon raised a massive, spiked foot to crush what remained of the city block. "No one can stop me! My armor is indestructible!" Suddenly, a yellow streak blurred past the monster's ankles, kicking up a gust of wind so strong it knocked over a nearby telephone pole. Ignis-Gorgon blinked, lowering his head. Standing in the middle of the cratered street was a bald guy in a bright yellow jumpsuit, carrying two plastic grocery bags. "Hey! Move, shorty!" the monster snorted, smoke rising from its nose. "Don't you see I'm destroying this city?" Saitama didn't even look up. He was staring intensely at a small receipt in his hand. "Dammit," Saitama muttered, his face drawn in simple, low-effort lines. "They were out of the discounted beef. I had to buy pork belly instead." "Are you ignoring me?!" Ignis-Gorgon shrieked, his obsidian skin turning bright red with heat. "I am the harbinger of apocalyptic destruction! Fear me!" The monster reared back and unleashed a torrent of white-hot plasma directly at Saitama. The beam swallowed the entire street, melting asphalt into liquid glass and vaporizing vehicles in seconds. When the flames cleared, Saitama was still standing there. His yellow suit had a tiny speck of soot on it, and he was carefully inspecting a plastic bag. "Phew," Saitama breathed a sigh of relief. "The cabbage didn't get burned." Ignis-Gorgon's eyes bulged out of his head. "H-How... What kind of monster are you?!" Saitama finally raised his eyes. His expression shifted—the casual, dot-eyed face vanished, replaced by sharp lines, defined shading, and an intensely focused gaze. "I'm just a guy who's a hero for fun," Saitama said quietly. "And you... made me late for the beef sale." "D-DIE!" Ignis-Gorgon brought down his massive, spiked fist with enough kinetic force to trigger an earthquake across the entire district. Saitama raised one red-gloved fist. CONSECUTIVE NORMAL PUNCHES. A shockwave exploded outward, instantly atomizing the giant fist, the arm, the torso, and the head of Ignis-Gorgon. The air pressure alone split the clouds above Z-City for miles, clearing the sky into a crisp, bright blue. A rain of harmless dust settled over the crater. Saitama stood alone in the silence, his gloves back at his sides. The sharp, heroic lines melted .. #animefans #animators #partsforanimation #animeeditors #editors - @tempester8