Realization

Godbrand woke up with a start, immediately checking his body to see if he was in one piece. He still vividly remembered how he was torn apart by a pack of dogs that had rabies. Strangely, he could not feel any pain and he did not have any blood on him. Suddenly, his head was filled with strange memories, memories of three different people.

First was Kamikaze or Atomic Samurai. He found himself gaining his memories of how to wield a katana. From his first time to the time he was fighting Dragon level monsters. He found that he had gained his insights, muscle memory, strength, speed, stamina and durability.

The next memories were from Speed Of Sound Sonic. His memories were of his time in the ninja village been taught the way of a shinobi. He gained the memories from the first time he started training to the third fight with Saitama. He gained his muscle memories, strength, speed, stamina and durability, each been added onto his existing physical prowess. He found it extremely relaxing to move his body now, which seemed to be as light as a sheet of paper.

The third memories were from Suiryu. This man was a very powerful martial artist and very talented too which gave Godbrand an excited grin on his face. Suiryu, even though lost against Saitama, had left a mark in Godbrand's mind. He fought multiple demon level monsters and dragon level monsters, came out worse for wear but still came out on top nonetheless.

He gained his memories from the time he had been training with his grandfather and sister to the time he was been promiscuous with models all over the world. At the end, he also gained his prowess like before, stacking it on the rest. Godbrand let out a satisfied sigh when it was done, knowing he is the most powerful human being now.

"Where am I?" he asked himself finally. Looking around, he saw he was in a cube like cell, seated on a small metal bed with a thin mattress and grey beddings. He got off the bed and touched the wall, trying to feel any vibrations that might tell him if anything was near but he didn't feel anything.

"Am I in a prison or something?" he asked again. He considered breaking down the door but he had no idea what was behind it. It might be normal soldiers yet again it might be a Star Eater so, he had to keep his cool till he knew what was going on. So, he sat on his bed, got into a lotus pose then started meditating, now finding it easy.

Clearing his mind of any distractions, he started going through each memory. He had time to spare and it appeared so did the people who put him there. The memories he found most fascinating were Sonic's. The young man did not slack off in his training and was kind of a battle miniac. He told others he was a good mercenary but he was actually honing his skills. The young man had gone against heroes and monsters alike, coming out on top more times than often.

Atomic Samurai's life was bland and a little bit repetitive. He was a swordmaster and his whole life was dedicated to honing his swordsmanship. His pride made his not have many friends, keeping to himself and the most interaction he had done was when he was with other swords masters, the S Class heroes meeting or with his disciples. But, the man was a very dedicated swordsmaster, making swordmoves that Godbrand was sure not even Taskmaster would replicate. He would try but he would not be able to finish the 100 sword moves in a second yet with how fast he had gotten, this might have been pushed to 200 sword moves in a second.

"You're finally awake, good morning," a voice said, making Godbrand open his eyes. There was nobody in front of him which made him speculate at his exact location.

"Don't bother looking for me, I am speaking to you via a speaker," the voice said. Now that he was hearing it again, Godbrand found it very familiar.

"Who are you and why am I here?" Godbrand asked.

"All good questions but I am not here to answer your questions. Rather, you will answer mine. Where did you come from?" the voice asked.

"I am a United States citizen, I'm sure what you're doing is illegal," Godbrand said.

"Ah, yes. Your fingerprints came back as a match to Godbrand Stillwell. Born in 1999, New York. But you see, that Godbrand died in 2005 in California Hollywood of chicken pox. We exhumed his body and we found your DNA and his are a perfect match! Which should not be possible at all! So, who are you and where did you come from?" Hearing the voices long explanation, Godbrand narrowed the voice to one man, Samuel L Jackson!

"And who might you be, Mr Voice?" he asked. "Depending on your answer then I might answer your questions truthfully." There was silence on the other end till the door was open. In came a man in a white lab coat pushing a trolley with torture instruments. Two armed men came in with him with one of them aiming his gun at him.

"Get of the bed and turn your back to us, now!" the man with his glock aimed at Godbrand's temple commanded him. Godbrand sighed and complied. Getting off the bed slowly so as not to spook the man, he turned around, hand above him. The second man nodded then got hold of his left hand. Godbrand's eyes suddenly became sharp. Turning so fast the armed man could not even imagine what was happening, he had the second man's hand twisting behind him while he hid his body from the line of fire of the armed man who was now only realizing what was happening. Before his body could react, Godbrand had thrown the second man to him, sending both flying to the wall behind the armed man, rendering him unconscious. Godbrand was already on the move when he threw the second man, appearing behind the lab coat man and slapped him right on the ears, making him crumple to the ground rather comically. Everyone incapacitated, Godbrand looked at the torture instruments before chosing a scalpel on a holder.

"Should be good enough for now. Hopefully there are no indestructible robots," he mused. Just then, alarms started baring, signalling him it was time to go. Armed with his new weapon, Godbrand walked to the door and kicked it off its hinges and walked out of the cell.