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

"Saitama," Bang said, his voice gravelly with age and exhaustion. "You held back."

Bang nodded. That was the brutal, simple truth of it. Garou had almost killed Royal Ripper. He had broken the spines of Tanktop Master and Mumen Rider. He had terrorized the entire association. But Saitama had seen through the shell of horns and jagged teeth to the core: a lonely, angry child screaming at a world he thought had wronged him.

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."

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." One Punch-Man S2 12 VOSTFR- La fessee du maitre

"A 'spanking' is not about pain. It is about attention. For ten years, Garou cried for the world to notice him. Today, the world finally looked. And it yawned. That is the real lesson."

"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."

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. "Saitama," Bang said, his voice gravelly with age

He sipped the sake.

Saitama turned his bald head. "He wasn't a monster. Just a guy playing dress-up and throwing a tantrum."

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. Garou had almost killed Royal Ripper

The note read: "You are expelled. But the door is unlocked if you ever want to clean the floors again. — Bang"

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