Capítulo 108: Chapter 104: I Just Want To Show Off With My Boyfriend
I will explain a few things so that there is no confusion in the next chapters.
Thanks to Blake's big and small interventions, the story line has changed. ''The Shie Hassaikai Raid'' took place earlier than it should have.
To tell the exact time, it happened after rescuing Bakugo from All For One.
With the girls' strength, it was easier to save Eri, and Sir Nighteye just fell into a coma and did not die. Also, Mirio did not lose his powers.
And Overhall was beaten into a pig's face by the cute girl Nejire.
Currently in the MHA story; 1-A got his pro-hero license and "Remedial Course Arc" took place. Class 1-A will officially meet the "Big Three", "U.A. The School Festival Arc will take place in a few days.
From now on, instead of telling the plot this way in other worlds, I will feed it to the story and somehow let you know in the story. It will be easier for Blake and for you.
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"Thank you for everything." Blake thanked Ruu and Olga as he put Rumi's bag on his shoulder.
After lunch it was time to go, he and Rumi were now in front of the farm. Ruu and Olga were waiting outside the door to see them off. Even Sick Red was staring at them, wagging his tail in farewell, and moaning as they gnawed at the dry grass.
"If you want to thank us, bring little bunnies with you next time you come.'' Olga put on the wild smile that was typical of Rumi and her. Her hands were resting on either side of her broad waist. Her hair pulled into a ponytail and swung uncontrollably in the midday sun.
Contrary to her demeanor, her mood was sad and her nose twitched slightly. How not? Her daughter, whom she had not seen for a long time, was leaving again and it was not clear when she would arrive. In addition, Blake, whom she had just gotten used to and whom she loved more and more every second, and whom she saw as her child, was also leaving, and this made her sad.
But she didn't stop them from going. She knew that the birds had to fly out of the nest. More precisely, she was aware that the rabbits had to leave the nest and build their own.
But as a mother, she couldn't help feeling upset.
Ruu took his wife's big hand. He was sad too, but unlike his wife, he could hide it very well. With his signature mild smile, he looked at the children and spoke.
''Ignore her. Go and enjoy your time together. Just visit us old folks once in a while, that's enough." Ruu narrowed his eyes, his demeanor mild.
''Of course. I'll be sure to drop by you regularly. Besides, I'll bring the others with us the next time we come." Blake waved his hand. He would bring the girls here not just because he promised Ruu and Olga, but to escape the modern world and relax.
He thought the girls would like it here. Taking a walk in the forest with Fuyumi, taking care of animals with Nejire, arguing with Momo about mushrooms and various forest plants, sitting in the courtyard with Nemuri and watching the surroundings, Blake had a big list of things to do with the girls.
He especially wanted to bring Teka here. Even though Teka wasn't his girlfriend, he cared about her mood and thoughts, and the recent surge in corporate attacks had made her build up stress again, and she thought it would be nice to run away with her and have a quiet but pleasant time.
"Mom, Dad, see you later. I'll be coming here more often." Rumi put one hand on her waist, waved with her free hand, turned around, and left while escorting Blake.
Olga and Ruu watched them go. Olga eventually quit acting. She licked her lips and bowed her head. Rabbit ears drooped down. The corners of her eyes were red.
Ruu rubbed his wife's back. With a mild smile, he whispered in his ears to comfort her. But how could the sadness of a mother who had sent her daughter be so easily relieved?
He looked at Blake and Rumi as they walked through town. The two were bidding farewell as they passed the townspeople. His eyes shone with a mysterious light, a seductive smile appeared on his face.
He bent over Olga's ears and whispered a few words. Olga's fallen ears instantly pricked up. The sad mood was thrown out the window. She took Ruu's hand and dragged him home.
Pat!
The door closed with a loud noise. It left behind the sounds of the clothes being taken off and the atmosphere of love that gradually intensifies. After a few minutes, the sound of meat hitting meat was heard.
Blake and Rumi, who did not know that the preparations for the siblings had begun, went down the hill after leaving the town. Just like when they arrived, it was swarming with people and more and more people were coming and going every minute. People were visiting various buildings to buy local products or heading to the stands to taste local delicacies.
The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing on the shore could be heard, accompanied by the cries of the seagulls. The duo's nostrils burned with the smell of saltwater. The water vapor evaporating from the sun made the atmosphere more muffled, making it very difficult to breathe.
Sunlight fell on the two of them. The wind hit their backs, causing their clothes to swell. The people they passed turned their gazes to the two of them. People were looking specifically at Blake.
Most of the people who came here were tourists. There were many Japanese tourists here, and every one of them had heard of Blake's reputation.
Nicknames such as the mysterious "Big Four" member of the U.A., a hero but also a villain, a villain, and a big hypocrite, as well as the murderer recently spread by the villain, came to mind. They each stepped aside and created a path for Blake and Rumi to pass.
Blake was more than a hot potato to them. He was like a wolf with snow-white fur walking upright. The white wolf was not attacking them, just walking, but the attack rate was very high. And people who didn't want to gamble with their lives and didn't want to get in his mouth stayed away from him.
Each of them cast a pitying glance at Rumi. They could not understand how Rumi stood next to such a person. Even the girls who admired Blake's cold personality didn't say they wanted to be around him, they were just showing their admiration.
To them, standing next to such a man must have brought endless pressure. It was something they would never dare to stand next to this man with blood-stained hands, cold, emotionless, who sees human life like grass, and who has the potential to be a villain, and they felt sorry for the girls standing next to him.
They could even pass out at the glances people gave them, let alone what Blake would do. Being ostracized every day, being despised or pitied by people, being the target of unreasonable anger, being seen as a monster, and being under an invisible blockade… the mere thought of making them tremble nonstop.
However, contrary to his thoughts, Rumi, whom the public had such thoughts, completely ignored them. Particularly insensitive to the outside world and doing what she wanted, this woman was indifferent to the hatred and other emotions that might come from people when they talked to Blake about the "True Hero".
Why was it important what they thought? She would continue to save them and enjoy her life with the man she loved, no matter what they thought of her. All they had to do was obediently wait to be rescued.
They were talking about something more important than that right now.
"You could have told me." Rumi put her hands in her jacket pocket. Her gaze fell on the rough ocean. Seagulls were hunting fish from the surface of the water. She could even see several dolphins racing a ship in distant waters.
"You couldn't." Blake nodded as he watched the surroundings. As said before, Rumi probably wouldn't be able to say anything.
Blake's gaze fell on a fish stand next to him. The people present stepped back in fear and cleared the counter in case Blake got there.
Blake's body trembled. Two deep-fried fish sticks appeared in his hand, too soon for people to even have a chance to blink. There was a slight jingle, and money appeared on the counter equal to the price of fully fried fish sticks.
Blake handed one of the sticks to Rumi, who was watching the sky with a wry smile. Without looking at him, Rumi took the fried fish stick and took a bite.
''True. I couldn't." Her gaze towards the ocean softened. She nodded to Blake in agreement.
She certainly couldn't. Fighting with her mother and father, whom she had not seen for a long time, was difficult even for a wild woman like her. Particularly as a member of the rabbit breed accustomed to cohabitation, she was more attached to her parents, and whenever she thought they would get angry and shout at her, she would be even more reluctant to tell them.
And by any chance, if she had to choose between Blake and her family, that's when she'd be devastated. Even thinking about this possibility made her shudder.
She wouldn't choose. She knew he had to choose her family. Even Blake would suggest that she choose her family. But her love for him was more than her family and Blake could have imagined, and she couldn't pick a side in a choice like this.
So she was grateful to Blake. It had spared her the possibility of such a choice.
"As expected of you. You saved me a lot of trouble without me knowing. Again. '' Rumi tilted her head slightly to the side. She looked at Blake out of the corner of her eye and mocked Blake.
She and the girls were used to Blake's way of getting things done for them. It was enough to talk about their problems. Blake would sort it out for them somehow, without them knowing.
Blake scratched his chin. He took a bite of fish on the stick. He tried to drown his embarrassment with the taste of clumsily seasoned and oil-soaked fish.
Rumi unconsciously smiled as she looked at Blake. She wrapped her free arm around him's, her eyes shining like precious stones fixed on Blake's side face.
Blake was smiling shyly, rubbing the side of his chin with his finger. It was a simple act, but for Rumi, he looked incomparably cute and handsome. She could only watch this move for days.
Love is a really weird thing.
As Blake and Rumi ate the fried fish, they reached their destination vehicle. As a city that used ships all the time, the ships worked like buses in a way that everyone could get on and off. All they had to do was get on and pay the usage fee.
Blake paid for both. He went to a shady place with Rumi. He crossed one leg over the other and stared at the rough ocean.
Foamy ocean waves crashed against the ship's hull, covered with seaweed and mussels. Seagulls were singing under the bright sun. Some people were saying goodbye to their acquaintances, some people were waiting for the ship to leave the shore like them.
A few seagulls landed at the anchors of the ship. However, they were startled by Blake's flick of his hand, and they flapped their wings and soared into the sky. Far away, far enough that only well-sighted people like Blake and Rumi could see, a whale emerged from the water, sprayed the water that had escaped into its nostril with a powerful jet into the sky, and was back in the water the next moment.
Rumi watched for a while the image that looked like a work of art. After a few moments, she shrugged and turned to Blake.
"Hm, there's still some time before the ship starts up. I'm going to show you something interesting." She reached into her bag with a fervent expression. After stirring for a while, she took out a picture.
"Look." She showed the picture to Blake.
Blake took the picture. It was one of those old, colorless pictures. The painting had minor scratches and light creases, but other than that, the painting was in undamaged condition, showing great value despite being old.
In the picture was Olga. She was lying in a hospital bed. She had under-eye circles and expressions that showed her exhaustion. Her mouth was closed, her eyes wide open, and she was staring in amazement at the thing in her hand, or rather the little creature.
The little creature in Olga's hand was a baby.
"This photo was taken when I was born. My mother, who had a child for the first time, was so surprised that when the doctor handed me her she said, "What should I do with this little thing?" According to my father, she looked at me dumbfounded until I cried."
Rumi rested her elbow on her knee, rested her chin on her hand, and watched the photograph in her hand. She couldn't help chuckling as she looked at her mother's confused face.
"However, after a few minutes, when a doctor wanted to take me from her, she was so angry that the doctor pissed on her pants out of fear." Rumi took out another photo from her bag.
There was a rabid Olga in the photo. She grits her teeth like a rabid dog, looking with hatred and hostility at the doctor who was intent on taking her daughter from her. She held Rumi, who could barely fit in one hand, as close to her chest as possible, showing hostility to anyone who could take her away from her.
A little ahead of him was a fallen doctor. The doctor's pupils constricted, and his face turned white. I had a black area on my brown pants. Perhaps he desperately raised his arm to dodge an attack, aligning it in front of his face. With his pathetic appearance, he looked like a frightened deer in front of Olga, who had turned into a tiger.
Rumi continued to pull the various photos out of her bag and show them to Blake. Blake silently listened to her past and childhood, to the story behind the photographs.
The ship was in motion, but they did not notice it. They were already immersed in their little world and probably wouldn't wake up until they got to Japan.
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"This is why I want you to smash 1-A." Aizawa ran his tired eyes over the three failers. In one hand, he gathered together the papers lying on his work desk. He arranged the papers by tapping them lightly on the table.
Opposing Aizawa were the members of the Big Four, Nejire, Mirio, and Tamaki. Nejire had her arms folded horizontally at her waist, Mirio holding his scarred arm with one hand and listening to Aizaway earnestly.
Tamaki was… circling in the corner. Words like, "Why do I have to interact with people?" were constantly popping up.
Aizawa ignored the trio's divergent reactions and waited for their response. He would rather sleep or suffer from previous wounds than care about them.
"So... I understand you're asking us to crush 1-A and smash their arrogance. Because they haven't had any losses recently. Did I get it right?" Mirio distinctive smile was replaced by an expression of confusion.
This was understandable. After all, Aizawa, who was 1-A's homeroom teacher, wanted them to crush 1-A and shatter their arrogance.
He said that 1-A had almost no defeats except for a few incidents. As a result, they developed a visible arrogance. Not arrogant Midori had started to see battles as easy, even those like Ida.
Mirio knew it was very dangerous. If this attitude did not improve as soon as possible, they could suffer a great defeat or even die. But he thought it was too much to crush them.
What if it backfires and shatters their motivation or desire to grow? It was commonplace for a hero to have an indestructible will, even though he thought that those who didn't have it couldn't be real heroes.
But above all, 1-A were children. They were only 15 years old, and all these years they had stood out from their peers and developed a small dignity. Shattering that honor in an instant would break their desire to grow and become stronger.
Mirio didn't want that.
"Yes." Aizawa wanted to take the papers and leave, but looking at Mirio's distressed expression, he thought he had to explain something. If he just left it, he probably wouldn't be fighting against 1-A with all his might.
If that happened, even if there was a chance, it would be edible. His defeat would certainly ignite their arrogance, especially Bakugo's ass, who was looking for an opportunity to become arrogant.
"Don't pity them and do your best. Crush them so that they remember they are just a little fish swimming in the ocean. If you don't, they will fall into a bigger hole than they should because of a loss they will experience in the future. While we have time, we need to smash their growing arrogance." Aizawa yawned, aligning his hand in front of his mouth, and closing his mouth.
"Also, don't worry about falling into the void and demotivating them. If it's going to happen, let it happen, there's nothing we can do." Even though Aizawa spoke in a nonchalant tone, he didn't want the students to go through something like this.
But there was nothing he could do about it. If they didn't ruthlessly break this arrogance, they would be broken in the future fighting villain, and then they wouldn't just be unmotivated. There was even a chance that they would die.
They couldn't let this happen. The U.A teachers, Nezu, and even All Might had reluctantly decided to ruthlessly shatter their petty arrogance.
In case they lose their motivation, so be it. There was nothing they could do. Some things couldn't be interfered with, one had to get over it oneself. If they could achieve this, they would become students with the most valuable hero potential they ever had.
Mirio bit his lower lip. He rubbed his chin with one hand. He averted his gaze and looked to Nejire and Tamaki for help.
However, he was frustrated. Nejire didn't seem to care what they were talking about. She closed her eyes, humming a song as she rose and fell over her fingers. Tamaki was still on the sidelines, questioning why he was communicating with people, not paying attention to them.
His shoulders slumped, and he sighed wearily. It seemed like there was nothing he could do to stop it.
''OK. I will." He narrowed his eyes, agreeing with a wry smile.
''Good. I'll be going to their class soon. Come in five minutes after I'm in class." He took the papers from the table. He left the trio alone, immersed in their world, and when he reached the door, he turned the doorknob in one motion and went out
Mirio lifted his head and exhaled. He waved his hand at the others and headed for the door. Nejire and Tamaki stopped what they were doing and started following him.
Humming all along, Nejire opened his eyes as they walked down the hall and looked at Mirio's back. Mirio's shoulders drooped forward, clearly still hesitant as they walked down the hall.
"Mirio…" Nejire stood on tiptoe and called out to Mirio. Mirio glanced at his friend, who had overtaken him in power over the past few months.
"If it's that hard for you to do this, I can find someone else for you." She wasn't looking at Mirio as she spoke. She was watching the blue sky outside the window. A pure smile hung on her face. Her smile was childish and pure as if untainted in the darkness of the world.
"R-Really?" Mirio asked hesitantly. If Nejire found such a person, he would be very happy.
Contrary to popular belief, he did not hesitate to fight 1-A. If he had the opportunity, he would be happy to fight them and test their strength.
But smashing their arrogance and hitting their motivations was something different. If he did, he would inevitably become 1-A's half-enemy and an opponent that each of them wanted to pass. His relationship with his friends in 1-A would crumble.
He didn't think this would happen with Midoriya. His relationship with him would likely continue, but Mirio, who likes to make friends, wanted to continue to be friends with everyone in 1-A.
''Sure. Let me call him." Nejire pulled her phone from her breast pocket and dialed a number, still holding one hand behind her back. She put the phone to her ear.
The phone rang, after a few seconds the phone was picked up and the person on the other end spoke.
"Hey~~ Blake, how are you? Where are you?''
'Did you get off the ship? Ne~~ how was Rumi-nee-chan's family? Was island life good? The salty air must be very disturbing, right?..." Nejire forgot her main target as soon as she heard the voice of the other party and started asking questions to satisfy her curiosity.
Mirio and Tamaki were surprised to see the expression on Nejire's face. How could a girl come up with such an expression? The purest and happiest smile hung on her face from the bottom of her heart. She spoke sweetly as if the one on the other side was her everything, a pair of royal blue eyes as bright as the sun on the other side of the glass stared out.
"Blake~ I'm going to ask you something." Nejire's tone tickled the hearts of the two men. The sound that Nejire unconsciously made seemed to have the effect of expelling a person's soul from their body. They couldn't understand how a voice could be so seductive and yet so pure.
Was this legal?
"Here's the thing..." Nejire didn't notice the two, who were getting redder. Even if she did, she wouldn't care. With Blake, she didn't pay attention to other men, no matter how close they were. She explained the situation to Blake in detail.
"So~ Can you come over here and help me?" Nejire wrapped a lock of her hair around her finger and began to turn it. Her flirty voice was becoming more and more seductive.
''Why would I want such a thing? Um... Right, I don't need to do something like that. But…" Nejire lifted her head slightly. She pursed her lips and put a finger to her cheek. She also seemed to be asking herself why she was doing this.
"Well~ I just want to show off with my boyfriend." She pressed the tip of her finger to her cheek and turned it slightly, speaking with a cute expression. On the other hand, there was no sound. She seemed taken aback by Nejire's selfish request. Next to Nejire, Mirio and Tamaki are also surprised by Nejire's selfishness.
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