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."

The Master's fessée had landed. And for the first time, Garou felt clean.

Saitama turned his bald head. "He wasn't a monster. Just a guy playing dress-up and throwing a tantrum." One Punch-Man S2 12 VOSTFR- La fessee du maitre

The dust had not yet settled on the ravaged battlefield. The air in the ruined outskirts of City Z was thick with the stench of ozone, blood, and the faint, acrid smoke of Garou's shattered ambition. The Hero Hunter lay unconscious, half-buried under a collapsed pillar, his monstrous form receding like a tide, leaving behind only a broken, feverish young man.

He sipped the sake.

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.

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." "You rely on rage," the memory of Bang said

"Fessée du Maître," Bang had called it. The Master's Spanking.