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.
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.
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. One Punch-Man S2 12 VOSTFR- La fessee du maitre
He sipped the sake.
"You went soft on him, brother," Bomb said. While Genos stammered about the DVR being full
In the dream, Garou swung. And Bang, with the casual ease of a parent calming a fractious child, deflected. Then came the fessée . Not a spanking of humiliation, but a series of quick, sharp strikes to the back of his hands, his shoulders, the base of his neck. Each strike was a lesson.
Strike one: "You are not a monster. You are human. Do not be ashamed of it." Strike two: "Strength without wisdom is just violence. You have confused the two." Strike three: "I am not punishing you for losing. I am punishing you for forgetting why you fight." The nightmare was ending
Saitama stood over him, his expression as placid as a still pond. For him, the fight had been less a battle and more an inconvenience—an itch scratched. He sighed, more from boredom than exertion.