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.
He picked up the chopsticks. The oden was cold. It was the best thing he had ever tasted. One Punch-Man S2 12 VOSTFR- La fessee du maitre
Bang took the cup. His hands trembled—not from age, but from the weight of what he had almost lost. "No. I was hard on him for the first time in years. For so long, I only saw his talent. I forgot to see his pain. Saitama… that boy did not defeat Garou with a punch. He defeated him with indifference. He showed Garou that his tantrum meant nothing to the universe." Saitama stood over him, his expression as placid
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." He picked up the chopsticks
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.
"You went soft on him, brother," Bomb said.
Saitama turned his bald head. "He wasn't a monster. Just a guy playing dress-up and throwing a tantrum."