At Asher's words, Damian couldn't help but smirk. When he had chosen the name Algorith, his Vice Commanders had said it was dumb and stupid, insisting that he should look for something grander, but he had refused.
Now, after two hundred and sixty years, someone finally loved the name. He turned towards Michaelson Novrak, Ryuk Silverleaf, and Vanessa Thorne and gave them a knowing smirk. The three understood that he was being smug, but they said nothing.
This was the man's first win after almost three centuries, and they wouldn't beat him down over it.
Damian's eyes shifted towards Saitama as he spoke. "I'm guessing that your father dragged you here."
Saitama sighed as he spoke. "I'm being held here against my wishes, Uncle Damian. Doesn't the Frontier have rules against this?" His tone was exasperated.
