12 Vostfr- La Fessee Du Maitre | One Punch-man S2

Behind Saitama, the remaining heroes—Genos, Bomb, and the battered remnants of the Hero Association's strike force—watched in a silence that was part awe, part existential dread. Bang, the silver-fanged master of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist, approached slowly. His eyes, usually sharp and judging, were soft. He looked at Garou not as a monster, but as the wayward student he had failed.

Saitama shrugged. "He's all yours. I'm going home. Genos, did you record dinner?"

He sipped the sake.

Garou sobbed in the dream. The anger, the carefully constructed philosophy of "absolute evil," crumbled like dry clay. He had wanted to be the hero that monsters feared. But all he had become was a bully that children ran from. Saitama had shown him the absurdity of his power. Bang was showing him the tragedy of his soul.

When Garou woke, he was in a hospital bed, wrists wrapped in bandages, not restraints. A police officer sat outside the door, but the handcuffs were off. On his nightstand was a bowl of oden and a note. One Punch-Man S2 12 VOSTFR- La fessee du maitre

"You rely on rage," the memory of Bang said. "Rage is a candle. It burns bright, but it burns out. A master's fist is a river. It flows forever."

While Genos stammered about the DVR being full of hero fight data, Bang knelt beside Garou. He placed a weathered palm on the young man's forehead. The fever was breaking. The nightmare was ending. Behind Saitama, the remaining heroes—Genos, Bomb, and the

"Let me take him," Bang said. "The 'Spanking' is not a punishment. It is a correction. It is the last technique I will ever teach him."