On the lawn.
Atomic Samurai and Bang, who had just finished sparring, saw the enormous changes to their surroundings and likewise marveled at the wonders of psychic powers.
But Atomic Samurai's brow was furrowed. He seemed to want to say something, yet held back.
After thinking it over and over, he finally couldn't help asking quietly, "Silver Fang, we've sparred before, too. You didn't seem as strong back then as you are now, did you?"
Bang smiled, his eyes narrowing. "Heh heh, I've sparred with young Josen quite a few times myself."
"..."
Atomic Samurai gave the smiling old schemer beside him a flat look... no, the kindly old man, and immediately understood.
No wonder. So even the honest-looking Silver Fang had been enhanced!
Thinking about it, Atomic Samurai supposed it made sense. Those two seemed a hundred million times closer, after all. What was wrong with a little enhancement?
Although he understood now, his gaze still held a hundred million traces of resentment.
If you'd told me earlier, I wouldn't have gotten so full of myself!
Bang grinned like an eighty-year-old boy. You never asked me!
Atomic Samurai: "You son of a-" (swordsman profanity)
After suffering another defeat, Atomic Samurai looked fine on the outside, but his hands shook as he accepted the teacup his disciple handed him upon his return. Naturally, he had no time to challenge the next S-Class hero.
At the sight, Iaian and the other two all teared up.
-Our old master really has it so hard!
༼ இɷஇ ༽×3
Atomic Samurai: It's fine. Your master can still take it!
(⌐▨_▨)
But it had to be said that, as a veteran of getting humbled, he really did understand Josen.
During a break in the barbecue, Josen dragged a bewildered King off to the restroom.
Golden