Later that night, Bang sat on the porch of his dojo, staring at the broken sign out front. Bomb sat beside him, pouring sake.
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. One Punch-Man S2 12 VOSTFR- La fessee du maitre
The wind rustled the broken sign. Somewhere in the city, a hero with a chrome dome was complaining about a sale on cabbage. And in a hospital room, a former hero hunter wept, not from the bruises of a fight, but from the grace of a second chance. Later that night, Bang sat on the porch