Together

"Are you sure you don't need my help?" Saitama watched Daredevil take off his shirt and even remove his mask. He was a little worried, because Daredevil really was blind. The idea of a blind man operating on himself seemed a bit too outrageous.

"Thanks, but I can manage. I've done this plenty of times, so I'm pretty experienced." Daredevil smiled.

"Oh, I see. Go ahead, then."

Daredevil took a knife, heated it over the fire, and began operating on himself.

With a towel clenched between his teeth, Daredevil let out a groan from deep in his throat the moment the knife entered his body. Yet his hands remained remarkably steady. Watching him, Saitama couldn't help feeling impressed.

"So this is what you look like. You're pretty handsome," Skye said, complimenting Daredevil after he removed his mask.

"Thanks, but please keep it a secret." Though the surgery to remove the bullet had drained him of much of his strength and blood, leaving him pale, Daredevil still managed a gentle smile.

"Don't worry, I'll keep your secret." Skye nodded excitedly. Finding out a superhero's true identity was thrilling. Well, she already knew the real identity of a superhero far more powerful than Daredevil—Translucent. But because Saitama was so unusual, knowing that he was Translucent hadn't excited her much.

"Your—your eyes?" Skye suddenly noticed something was off about Daredevil's eyes.

"I'm blind."

"Oh, sorry. I—I didn't mean to. But you're amazing. If you hadn't told me, I never would've known you were, um... That's incredible."

"My hearing is pretty good. Maybe my ears are like a bat's." Daredevil even made a little joke at his own expense.

Watching him, Skye couldn't help admiring him. She couldn't imagine what her life would be like if she were blind, but she knew it would be awful.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Matt Murdock. I'm a lawyer!"

Saitama and Skye had saved him, and they hadn't even removed his mask while he was unconscious. That made him accept them and start thinking of them as friends.

Maybe he was interested in Kingpin, or maybe Saitama was just looking for a different kind of excitement. Either way, he'd decided to go after Kingpin, especially after hearing from Daredevil what kind of man Kingpin was.

Unfortunately, Saitama didn't know where Kingpin was, and even Daredevil had no idea where the real Kingpin was hiding. So Saitama agreed to team up with Daredevil. According to Daredevil, they would gradually disrupt Kingpin's business, and once Kingpin couldn't take it anymore, he would come looking for them himself.

"Matt—"

"When we're on a mission, don't call me by my name. I don't want anyone else to know who I am. You can call me Daredevil." Daredevil hurriedly told Saitama.

"Oh, right, right, Daredevil. That's a pretty good name. So what do you think I should call myself?" Saitama thought he ought to have a catchy name, too.

"Don't you already have one? Translucent. That's a pretty good name." Daredevil smiled.

"But I can't turn invisible."

"It's just a name. Besides, you're so fast you might as well be invisible, so it suits you."

"Fine, Translucent it is. So, can we go?" Saitama looked eager.

"We can, but are you sure you don't want to change your outfit?" Daredevil "looked" at Saitama.

At that, Saitama looked down at what he was wearing. It was fine, wasn't it? Same as before: a yellow bodysuit, a white cape, and red gloves. Nothing looked out of place.

"I mean, don't you want to disguise yourself? Your bald head is pretty noticeable, for one thing. Couldn't you wear a mask? Or even a wig?" Daredevil suggested.

"Huh? But I don't think that's necessary." Saitama rubbed his bald head. "I've always looked like this. Besides, this outfit was the first hero costume anyone ever gave me. It means a lot to me. I don't want to change it."

"...All right. If that's what you want, that's fine. You're so fast that no one will be able to see you anyway. Just make sure no one catches you." Daredevil shook his head. Considering how powerful Saitama was, he probably wouldn't get spotted easily. Of course, Daredevil still thought it would be better if Saitama covered his face, but he clearly wasn't keen on the idea.

"Mm-hmm."

"Translucent."

"Huh? Oh, you're calling me. Right, right." Saitama was a little slow on the uptake, and rather adorably spacey.

Fortunately, Matt already knew that although Saitama didn't seem very dependable, in reality—well, all right, he wasn't particularly dependable in some ways, but when it came to important things, Saitama could be counted on.

"Saitama, our job today is to stop their deal. But they're a gang of vicious drug dealers, and they'll all be armed. They might even have heavy weapons. Once we get there, we need to wait for the right moment and take them down quickly and cleanly. We can't give them a chance to fight back." Matt spoke to Saitama seriously.

"Mm-hmm, I understand." Saitama nodded.

"Translucent."

"Yeah!"

"These people are different. If things get dangerous, it's all right to kill them. Can you accept that?" Matt stared at Saitama, completely serious.

Matt asked because although Saitama had helped people and fought for justice before, he usually only stepped in when someone was in danger, knocking down the person attacking them. He might punch someone hard enough to injure them, or even leave them disabled, but he'd never actually killed anyone. (Come to think of it, Saitama had never killed anyone in One-Punch Man, had he?)

So Matt assumed Saitama had never killed anyone. He thought Saitama was kindhearted and had his limits, which was why Matt had accepted him as a friend so readily.

But Matt was overthinking it. The only reason Saitama hadn't killed anyone was that punching them hard enough to injure or disable them had been sufficient. His training had been about becoming a hero who protected humanity and wiped out monsters, but that didn't mean he was incapable of killing.

If they were truly vicious criminals, Saitama wouldn't hold back. So when he heard Matt's words, he grinned. "Don't worry. No problem."