Chapitre 109: Chapter 105: Beating Them Until They Cry So Their Mothers Won't Cry.
Tak! Tak! Tak!
The rhythmic shoe sounds were accompanied by small cane strokes. The kick of the shoe was unmistakable, clearly audible in the hallway, and announcing to the person how sure the footsteps of the person who stepped in.
The students in the corridor, illuminated by the sunlight coming through the window, turned in the direction of the sound. This sound was not the sound a school should have.
The girls' eyes sparkled with what they saw. When the men saw how well the clothes of the person they were looking at suited them, they nodded appreciatively. This man had a good fashion sense.
But everyone had a question on their mind. Why did this man look so familiar?
The students squinted their eyes to get a clearer look at the man.
The young man was wearing a brown wool sweater over a well-fitting shirt. He wore a cap the same color as his sweater. Small tufts of white hair protruded from the edge of his cap.
He was wearing cream-colored trousers without wrinkles. His black shoes were dust-free and matched the whole outfit. He was holding a walking stick that compliment the outfit and made him look like a gentleman.
Combined with his upright, well-trained figure, which was evident under the clothes, the whole outfit radiated an elegant gentlemanly air. He had a neutral expression that showed no emotion, but that didn't make him look bad, on the contrary, it added to his gentlemanly personality with the distant, unapproachable image he created.
This person, whom people looked at with amazement, was our main character, Blake.
Blake had a pleasant cruise with Rumi looking at the photos. It took 1 hour for the ship to arrive in Japan, arriving Japan at 2 p.m.
When he got off the ship, he picked up the phone to arrange for a vehicle to pick him up and Rumi. But before he could make the call, Nejire had called him.
"S-Sorry…" Blake stopped his steps. He turned his head to his side and looked at the girl who was calling out to him.
"A-Ah... um... um... may I ask where you got the sweater you're wearing?" Her hair stood up when she met Blake's beautiful eyes that were deep as a black hole and sparkling with a glint of intelligence. Her face was getting redder.
''Is this? The woman I love did it." Blake explained with a slight smile. The sweater he was wearing was the one Nemuri was trying to finish last night.
When he and Rumi come home, he found it along with a piece of paper that said "I did this for you. Know its worth and treat me better. <(￣︶￣)>'. Each stitch was neatly tied, even a small "B" with his initial on his name on his right shoulder.
"O-Oh, is it? U-Um... S-sorry. Please-please pass." The girl apologized hastily and stepped away from Blake.
Blake nodded slightly. His neutral expression was replaced by a small smile.
Let's continue. He was surprised that Nejire had called him. But she was surprised that her childishly naive lover wanted to brag about him to her friends.
When he thought about these words, he found it very absurd. Nejire was not such a selfish and narrow-minded girl. If she wanted to show off with him, of course, he would do whatever he could for her, but she had never done anything like this before.
Maybe she just wanted to find a reason to help her Kohai. If that was the reason behind her actions, it sounded more like Nejire.
Anyway, he was going to help Nejire either way. All he had to do was go there and beat up a few kids.
İn a gentle way.
Blake came to a training ground in his thoughts. Although he hadn't been around for a long time, he had been here a lot when he was in the U.A. He knew the U.A like the back of his hand. He could go wherever he wanted, even with his eyes closed.
He pushed open the door, which was twice the size of a normal door, with his fingertips. He revealed what was behind the door.
The 1-A students, dressed in hero suits, had gathered on one side of the training ground. Big Four, in his absence, Big Three, Nejire, Tamaki, and Mirio stood in front of them and watched the crowd.
It would be more accurate to say that Nejire and Mirio were watching. Tamaki lowered his head, whispering in a gloomy mood. Blake didn't need to listen to know what he was saying. He was encouraging himself not to escape the eyes that were fixed on him.
On the other side of the room were the teachers. Nezu was staring at the youth on the shoulder of the muscular All Might. Aizawa watched the surroundings with tired eyes, waiting for everyone to be ready. Other teachers were on their own.
Blake's two lovers, Momo and Nemuri, were talking to their group.
Momo squinted her eyes, giggling with her group of girls with her hand on her cheek. After Blake's suggestion, she had properly explained herself to the girls. The girls broke the ice with her after her announcement and became friends again.
Nemuri had no problem. She was living her life the way it was from the beginning. The only thing that has changed is that she was nicknamed the "Protective Big Sister" for her constant adoration of Momo and Nejire at school.
However, he didn't care. As the older person after Teka, she had to protect them. She was responsible for her age. Also, Blake had asked her to keep an eye on the girls. If they were harmed in any way, she could argue with Blake, and she didn't want that.
All eyes turned to Blake as the door opened. Nejire, Momo, and Nemuri's expressions flashed. After randomly waving their hands at the people next to them, they waved at him.
Blake looked at the girls. With a kind smile, he took off his cap and waved it in front of them. He bowed to the girls like a gentleman and greeted them.
"Hehe…" The girls waved to Blake again. Nemuri's gaze softened, not thinking that Blake would come here with the sweater she had knitted. When she looked again, she saw that the sweater suited him very well and completely changed his temperament.
She had to knit him more when she had time.
Blake's presence drew all eyes upon him. Mirio and Tamaki, students, and teachers stared at Blake, who had turned into an elegant gentleman.
"So she called him…" Nezu, who was on All Might's shoulder, looked at Blake, who had turned into a gentleman, with mixed feelings. If he had to state something he regretted about something, he regretted not being able to turn Blake into a true hero.
Small animal hands turned into fists. If someone with such great potential and two powerful Quirks like Blake were on their side, it would be so easy to achieve their goals. Especially someone as ruthless in killing as him... it could be very useful.
But it had happened, there was no medicine for regret, and they couldn't turn back time. All they could do was cooperate with him as much as possible.
To Nezu, Blake was neither an enemy nor a friend. As long as they didn't bother him, he would be more trustworthy than the most trusted friend, and if they provoked him in any way, he would be an even greater enemy than All For One.
The reason he thought so was that Blake was able to use both of his Quirks perfectly. He had certain knowledge of Blake's first Quirk but did not know exactly what his second Quirk was.
The only guess he could make was that his Quirk had turned him into a lightning bolt. Which was too strong. Many people used the elements as they wished. The Todoroki family used fire, Gang Orca used sound waves, and Pixie-bob could manipulate the earth. [EN: I know the sound isn't an element, but it's a small example. Don't take it too seriously]
However, Blake turned directly into a lightning bolt, unleashing great speed. So much so that it was not possible to see him even on camera if a chance did not catch him.
Blake had two Quirks so powerful, that he didn't know the second one wasn't Quirk. And he seemed to have no issues using them.
Even All For One had a powerful healing Quirk to use his Quirks properly and neutralize the effect on his body. Lacking that, however, Blake was able to use the two powerful Quirks to their full potential.
Nezu's thoughts were not wrong. Speed power aside, even if Blake didn't have it, he could still be a huge foe if the hero society bothered him.
After all, speed wasn't all he had. His Quirk aside, he had great financial power and great influence in the underworld. It was even stronger than All For One if it was about the influence on the underworld. [EN: Not Villain side. In underworld. Like mafia or bad company.]
"Blake-shounen, it's good to see you again." All Might came in front of Blake with his typical broad smile. When his large 2-meter body came in front of Blake, Blake's body was covered with his shadow.
Contrary to his appearance, aside from looking harmful thanks to his friendly smile, his muscular figure gave the person an inexplicable sense of confidence.
He held out his hand to Blake for a handshake. Blake shook his head in response, then took her hand.
"If you like seeing me this much, take me back to U.A." The corner of Blake's lip curled up. His sarcastic tone made the girls' shoulders tremble and their lips quiver, they might have laughed if they hadn't bitten their lower lips at the last moment.
Faced with Blake's words, All Might averted his gaze in embarrassment. It wasn't that he wanted to get Blake-shounen back to the U.A. He had high hopes for him, he might even have chosen Blake as his heir had he not chosen Midoriya.
But there was a limit to what he could do alone. Enemy with nearly all of Japan, he could face a major backlash if he tried to get Blake back to the U.A., which houses the students who would be responsible for Japan's future security.
He might have been the World's #1 hero, All Might, but he still had to consider public pressure and influence.
All Might's shoulders slumped, his muscular figure looking very small for some reason. It was as if he had been tied by thousands of chains around his limbs and neck.
Blake's half-smile widened. He raised his hand and lightly punched All Might's chest muscle with the back of his hand. All Might lifted his head and looked into Blake's eyes.
''I am kidding. You don't need to take it that seriously. There was nothing I could learn from U.A anyway, and I had no intention of being a hero. It's okay to get kicked out of the U.A. ''Blake bent his neck, poking All Might's chest with his index finger.
"So, you have to stay in the form you feel comfortable in. There was no use in making yourself suffer like this."
All Might nodded to indicate that he agreed. The reason he was in this form was to pay for the guilt of not being able to protect the future of a promising young man, Blake. Every second that he stood in this form after the last battle, he was suffering like hell.
Yet he was willing to suffer. He would happily embrace it even if it was an even greater pain with his love for the youth.
"Okay." He nodded. He shifted into his muscleless form after taking down Nezu on his shoulder to the ground.
His body shrank, and his muscles disappeared. The 2-foot-tall figure transformed into All Might, skinny as a skeleton, between Blake's and the others' gaze. Even his hair wasn't as straightforward as it had been at first, it was hanging down the sides of his face.
"Thanks." Between his words, blood began to gush from his lips. All Might continued to speak as he vomited blood. He was used to this long ago.
"It doesn't matter..." Blake raised his arms and stretched. He squinted his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief amidst the crackling bones.
"Hng... all I have to do is beat up a few kids, right? No problem." Blake bent his arm to the side, his body bent to the side. During the warm-up, his steps did not stop, he moved toward the 1-A student group.
"Momo, Shoto, leave the group." At Blake's orders, Shoto and Momo left the group and joined the girls. The girl group warmly welcomed Shoto with a smile. Shoto silently lowered his head, talking to them, happy to feel a little warmth in his desolate heart.
Blake's steps followed each other and he came to the front of the group that was staring at him. His closed eyes opened slightly, his emotionless gaze staring at 1-A. Sensing his gaze, the boys felt a strange chill, while the girls blushed. They were not shy, however, each felt that they were being seen naked.
''Oh, I understand. That's the kind of arrogance you're talking about." Blake put a hand on his hip. He nodded in understanding.
"W-what do you mean…" Aoyama asked Blake, clutching his stomach. Blake's gaze was filled with an unsettling feeling that he had overused Quirk.
Blake tilted his head slightly to the side, his gaze falling on Aoyama. The uncomfortable feeling Aoyama felt grew stronger. It wasn't something that could be touched. It was the unconscious pressure felt by a little rabbit when faced with a predator he couldn't resist.
"Well, it's your right to know why you've been beaten." Blake watched the students with a charismatic smile. Although he publicly said that he would beat them, none of them took their guard off. Even Midoriya was staring at him in surprise.
"You guys are arrogant. You have great arrogance even if you don't realize it." Blake rubbed his free wrist with one hand. He turned his neck sideways, a pair of sharp 'Snap! Pop!' thumping sound was heard.
"Students like you, who are constantly watched over by villains, need to be more sensitive and alert in battle. But even if I told you to your face that I would beat you, none of you prepared for the next attack."
Blake did not know the reason behind the students' arrogance. He had only watched the 1st season of the anime and heard about the 2nd season from Mike. And since the second season had passed, what happened after that day was completely outside of his knowledge.
He could still guess. As the main characters, Class 1-A had developed a little arrogance because of their successive wins. "I'm fighting the likes of Tomura and High-end Nomu. Other than these, what kind of difficulty could it be?" such thoughts had appeared in the deepest part of their minds, and perhaps they were not even aware of it.
If this world were still anime, this idea would never be revealed and they would have continued according to the author's thought. But this world was real life, and 15-16-year-olds who consistently win against strong villains in real life would inevitably become arrogant and develop an unconscious disdain for villains weaker than villains like Tomura.
And in real life, such a simple but deadly disdain would end in brutal death.
The bodies of students 1-A trembled. Their eyes widened, looking at their friends next to them. As Blake had mentioned, none of them had their guard up. Even Midoriya, the most zealous of them all and constantly fighting from the front, had taken a half stance.
Clap!
Blake clapped his hands together, drawing the students' attention to himself. "This thing you see is called arrogance. No matter how hard you try to deny it, standing comfortably in the face of a powerful enemy is the purest form of arrogance unless you have absolute power.''
"Therefore, I will beat you until you cry today so that something will happen to you because of your arrogance and your mothers will not cry tomorrow."
Blake clapped his hands together, staring at them with a bright smile. In his attire, it was as if an elegant gentleman was making an offer to them, but his cruel words were nothing like an offer.
The students were confused. They looked at each other from the corners of their eyes. Someone opened his mouth, and just as he was about to ask his friends what to do, one of them came out.
"You're telling us you're going to beat us for being arrogant. Then do they have absolute power as you say?" The one who emerged among them was, surprisingly, Bakugo. More surprisingly, he wasn't angry as he normally did, but rather calmly asked.
After his question, he pointed with his chin at Momo and Shoto, who had left the group behind Blake.
Bakugo could understand why Momo wasn't with them. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Momo, who seemed harmless, was the most dangerous rival among them. Her strength had long since surpassed them in leaps.
The main target of his question was Shoto. He was also much stronger than them, but he did not think that it could be called absolute.
"They are much stronger than you and they are specially trained by us. There's no way they'd be careless, unlike you." As Blake spoke, he tossed the walking stick at Nejire. Nejire took a step forward, caught the walking stick in the air, and wrapped it in both hands, bringing it close to her chest.
"Che, aren't you just discriminating?" Bakugo turned his head, clicking his tongue in a rebellious manner. While Blake was telling the truth, his caring demeanor seemed to discriminate.
"It's true, I discriminate. Unlike you, they deserve my discrimination."
"A-" Bakugo opened his mouth to scold Blake, but his face took on a strange look. His cheek began to flutter as if he had been hit by something. While his facial expression remained the same, his head went back and his body followed. Eventually, his body flew backward.
It might have seemed like a long time to explain all this, but it happened in less than a blink of an eye in the eyes of the students.
Bam!
"The first thing you must learn is never to speak so much in front of your enemy. The fight had already begun the moment I said I was going to beat you." Blake appeared at Bakugo's old place. He continued to stare at Bakugo, who had slammed into the wall of the training area with a loud voice while talking to them at the same time.
He tucked one arm under the sweater and intended to pull it out. The sweater was carefully crafted by the woman he loved. He didn't want him to be harmed by a few children.
"Blake, fight while you put it on." Nemuri's shout stopped him midway. Blake poked his head out of the suit, looked at Nemuri, who was smiling tenderly at him and asked.
''Are you sure? I don't want it to be damaged, I'd better remove it." Blake continued to stare at Nemuri, ignoring their fight. His position remained the same. He had taken off half of the sweater, and one of his sleeves was inside the sweater.
It was completely defenseless and the perfect time to attack.
"Yeah~ Fight it. I want to see you fight in the outfit I gave you. "Nemuri pumped one arm into the air and cheered. She was impressed by the thought of Blake but wanted him to fight the sweater she had made for him.
"Hah… If you want it." Blake sighed, shaking his head helplessly. He began to pull back his sweater.
As Blake focused on putting on the sweater, Midoriya was on the move. His arm, covered in red stripes, leaped toward Blake. He raised his arm, there was a raspy sound, the sound was like a cry with the sound of overload. Green electric currents shot through his body.
"You are full of spaces!" He punched Blake with a shout. His fist carried an invisible pressure, even if Midoriya did not sacrifice his arm, his fist carried a power that most people could not resist.
His fist was getting closer, but Blake didn't seem to notice it. He was lowering his head, straightening his sweater with his hands.
When Midoriya's fist hit his face, he casually raised his hand. His head was still bowed. He caught the punch that many feared to meet, indifferently.
Pat!
A small sound came out. The fist fit perfectly into the palm. There was no change in Blake's body, he had caught Midoriya's fist as if he had been punched by a weak child.
"Second thing, never shout or make too much noise. Do you want your opponent to respond to your attack? Do you like shouting during your attacks?" Blake nodded, confirming that his outfit was neat. His raven-black eyes glowed with a dangerous light.
"Then I will shout. YOU!..." Blake raised his right hand slightly as he shouted as Midoriya did. The muscles of his right hand were tense, snake-like veins protruding along his arm. His hand was claw-shaped.
Midoriya's face turned ugly. He had realized that the attack from Blake's hand condition would be stronger than he had ever wanted. He struggled to break free from Blake's grip, but the other's hand was like a metal claw covering it. He didn't relax for a second.
Snap!
"...FUCKED UP!" Blake's lips curved upwards, a toothy, savage grin resembling Rumi's. With a strong voice, he closed his hand and punched Midoriya. The fist slammed into Midoriya's chest. There was a loud "Bam!" voice.
Midoriya felt as if she had been struck in the chest with a sledgehammer before being sent back like a kite with a cut string.
"I'll tell you what we're going to do during our fight." Blake loosened his fist and, as if what had just happened, he returned to his slightly graceful demeanor and stared at the students. Each of the disciples had shifted into fighting stances, some even activating their Quirks. As expected from 1-A, although they did not react at first, their subsequent reactions were complete.
"I will tell you some things during our fight. For example, I'm going to pretend to slap one of you on the neck and say "you passed out". You cannot oppose it. If I say you died in our fight, you will be kicked out of the fight."
"Also, this will be a one-time thing. I didn't come to train you, I came to beat you. That way, they won't be in danger because of your mistake as they fight alongside Shoto, Nejire, and Momo in the future.''
He looked around in the middle of his speech. After confirming that everyone agreed with him, he raised his hand and waved it back and forth, signaling for them to come.
''What are you waiting for? Come and taste your beating.''
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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