Just then-
An old man whose hair and beard were likewise white, but whose frame was taller and more powerfully built than Bang's, slowly emerged from the dojo's inner hall.
He was Bang's elder brother, one of this world's foremost martial arts grandmasters, and the head of the Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist school-
Bomb!
"Bang."
As Bomb looked at his younger brother kneeling on the floor in grief, a trace of pity flashed through his sharp eyes.
"I heard about that boy, too."
"Don't blame yourself too much."
"He didn't end up like this because you failed to teach him Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist properly."
"Rather..."
Bomb let out a long sigh.
"He took the wrong path out of anger from the very beginning."
Bang slowly rose from the floor.
Absolute resolve flashed through his aged eyes!
"...Brother."
He looked at his elder brother, his voice hoarse yet utterly firm.
"This is an internal matter for our Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist school."
"Let me, his unworthy master..."
Bomb looked at him and slowly nodded.
"And me, his equally unworthy martial uncle, who also watched him grow up..."
Together, the two made their final decision.
"Take action ourselves."
"Clean house!"
Having lost all direction, Garou wandered aimlessly through the cold streets of Z City.
He was searching for prey that could restore his confidence.
But just then-
Two elderly figures he knew all too well appeared silently before him like ghosts, blocking every route of escape.
They were his master, Bang.
And his martial uncle, Bomb.
"...Garou."
Bang looked at his wayward disciple, whose appearance had become somewhat distorted through monsterization, and an expression of incomparably complicated sorrow crossed his face.
"Come back with us."
"This pointless game of hero hunting..."
"Needs to end."
Yet as Garou looked