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By the time Nejire got home, Blake has already left the house. The address Lilith wrote on the paper was an area with a lot of alleys, and even if she knew her exact address, she had to search for a while. So he decided to leave the house early.
The trigger's function was very important to Blake. The function of this drug, which he took by putting his life on the line, was quite important to him, although it was not at all challenging for him, he was dying once due to the surprise factor.
He probably should have learned about the effects of this drug on his body, which would strengthen his Quirk or completely change his Quirk.
Plus Alpha refers to the physical or genetic traits that make up a person's Quirk. It contains all biological mechanisms that make the person's Quirk work properly and refers to the part of the body that uses Quirk.
In Katsuki Bakugo's case, these were sweat glands, while in Blake's case these represented his entire body.
The Quirk change was a mutation of certain parts of the body or genetic code. The smallest problem at the mutation stage could have caused a bad mutation, which could have caused Blake a great deal of damage.
Although speed power could cure most things, there was a chance that it wouldn't cure things that weren't diseases, such as mutations or aphrodisiacs. These things had effects such as changing the overall structure of the body without damaging it and increasing the strength of a hormone present in the body, that is, instead of harming the person, they were changing it and strengthening the hormones. [EN: I don't know if speed power can cure the mutation.]
Blake thought it could cure it, but he had to prepare himself in case it didn't happen, and that preparation was information from Lilith.
It took Blake an hour to find their meeting place, and after an hour he was looking at the sign for the modest little building in front of him.
Abu&Wei
There were a few words and shapes written in clean and pleasing handwriting on top of a wooden board that glowed with the orange light of the darkened sky, with an exterior structure that was cleanly cut and had no protrusions.
Blake opened the door and went in.
As soon as he walked in, it was like he was in another world. Any noise and human noise reaching his ears suddenly interrupted, replaced by the sound of the piano playing in a pleasant tone. The cold air he didn't feel much of disappeared, and a heatwave hit him in the face, making him feel like he was in his mother's house.
The mismatched smell of alcohol and coffee tickled his nostrils. The pair, who had no sleep at all, somehow had a mesmerizing unit here.
Blake closed the door and let the atmosphere engulf him take him for a few seconds. As time went on, a relaxed smile bloomed on his face.
After a while, he opened his eyes and took the opportunity to look around.
The interior of the building was furnished with simple but relatively luxurious materials. The dirt-free floor was glossy and polished to reflect the foot of the person stepping on it. The bar section was embroidered with nice ridges, and the top was as polished as the floor.
Outside the bar area, there were clean tables, furnished with comfy armchairs where the person could rest alone.
Whether it was a district, building, interior design, or atmosphere, it was a luxurious and peaceful bar where one could relax and have a drink.
Blake walked step by step towards the woman who was drinking alone in the bar. The pink-haired, petite-sized woman sipped on her drink indifferently alone, constantly staring around with great curiosity.
"You're here." She hasn't had a look at blake since he walked into the bar. And yet she spoke confidently that it was Blake.
Blake sat next to the person known as Lilith.
"What do you want, Mr.customer," a bartender came in between the two's silence and asked Blake after handing him a menu.
"Hmm." Blake gave Lilith one last look. Lilith seemed to have no intention of speaking, curiously examining the environment, making sure she was looking at even the smallest detail.
He finally decided to have a drink and looked at the menu.
"Woah." Blake's eyes widened. Every drink on the menu looked pretty good and there were a few overly luxurious drinks that he knew their names on. The menu even featured Luwak Coffee, which used to be the world's most luxurious coffee and is still at the top of the charts.
But that wasn't the most surprising part, the most surprising part was that all the drinks were sold at reasonable prices. Any middle-paid officer could easily have a drink here.
Blake quickly recovered from his surprise and ordered one of the best coffees in his way.
"I'm bringing your order right now.''After the bartender respectfully leaned over towards Blake, he picked up the ingredients from below and started making the coffee.
Blake started watching the guy make the coffee. Instead of being interested in making coffee, he was interested in his technique. He liked to cook or he liked to make things for the women he loved, he thought he could get something from the guy.
[EN: Everything from here is my imagination. I don't know if there is such a method]
The man placed the stuff he had taken from under the bar table in front of him. A bowl of hot water, a coffee mug, a quarter cup of milk, and a spoon, all the ingredients were.
He put the coffee cup in hot water. After the cup warmed up on its own for a while, he took some coffee in his gloved hand.
The resulting coffee had no smell. It was like a piece of stone, with nothing special except the eccentric appearance and cracked surface of brown-black coffee.
When the man left coffee in the water, a bomb went off. A fascinating aroma entered Blake's nostrils and spread through his brain and taste buds. Yes, Blake's been drinking coffee, but he's already got that mouthwatering taste.
Blop!
One drop of milk went into the coffee and another shock engulfed Blake. He had never smelled anything that smelled so good in his life. The sweet smell of milk, which wrapped around the mesmerizing smell of roasted coffee, went through Blake's nostrils and spread throughout his body.
Blake's tiredness is gone. Unlike his never-tired body, his soul and mind, tired by thoughts in recent days, rested with the smell of coffee.
"Your coffee is ready." After adding coffee for the last time, mixing the coffee with elegant and on-site movements, he presented it to Blake without adding any extra ingredients, then left the pair alone.
Blake picked up the coffee and sipped it.
"Excellent." That's all he could say. It was the best coffee he'd ever had, and if it wasn't better than that, it would have stayed that way.
The taste of coffee and milk danced in his mouth. When swallowed, in his mouth, throat, and eventually stomach, respectively, the column left its soft taste and the scorched, aromatic taste of coffee.
"Do you like it? Do you feel at peace?'' Blake reflexively nodded his head at Lilith's questions.
"That's what this place means. Abu&Wei are a combination of Abundantia, the goddess of alcohol, and Beiwe, the goddess who restores the health of the mad. Their motto is "Get Peace and Sanity While Drinking." Lilith looked at Blake's face. Unlike her masked appearances in previous encounters, she made it clear she was curious about Blake's reaction.
"Beautiful motto." Blake shook his head as he sipped from coffee.
"So, when are we going to start talking?" As much as Blake wanted to leave himself for coffee and just rest, he was aware of his priorities.
"Ask me what you want to know." Lilith waved her feet back and forth and turned in front of her and began sipping her drink.
Blake tilted his head to the side as he watched her move. Lilith's open demeanor confused her, recalling her inaction in previous encounters.
Even if he had a nice smile and a gentle demeanor on her face, these were nothing more than a mask, a curtain that hid her true feelings and offered Blake the image she wanted him to see.
Artificial and hypocritical, that's what Blake thought of Lilith. However, the woman before him now was completely different from the Lilith of that time.
"Are you Lilith?" If the previous Lilith gave him an empty shell air reading the script she was given until the last moment, the girl in front of him was extremely curious. It was very difficult to connect the two, except for the way they looked.
If Blake was going to choose one, he'd rather have the one in front of him than an empty shell with a mask on her face. Although she was more humane and selfish, she looked more like herself and was easier to talk to.
"Yes. One and only."' After hitting her in the chest with her hand, she raised her hand to the sky in a spectacular manner. She had an arrogant look on her face, but she only looked cute with her red face because of the alcohol.
"Hahh..." Blake shook his head before sipping his coffee. Even if she refused, there was nothing he could do.
He had asked Rumi about the trigger, and he didn't know much, even the Rank 6 Hero, except for its general structure. While it wasn't his only chance, but it was the easiest way.
"What exactly is the trigger?" Blake placed his coffee on the plate and laid his arms on the bar table.
"Let's think about it. Brief introduction of the trigger; It's about raising the Quirks. It's a drug used to greatly increase the power and influence of weak Quirks." Lilith's fingers started clicking the table rhythmically.
"The only reason it's developing weak Quirks is that strong or original Quirks don't have an upper variant, or I don't bother to create them." Lilith answered Blake's question before he even asked.
Blake turned around and took another sip of his coffee. Because coffee calmed his mind, it helped him think better.
"Can I use the trigger?" That's the question Blake was most interested in. Could he have used it?
"No, you can't use it because I don't produce the top variations of your Quirk." The trigger seemed to take their Quirks to the next level out of nowhere in people's eyes.
For example, if a man with lizard skin used the trigger, he could turn Quirk into a Quirk that provided Lizard power and flexibility, and that might have seemed to be made of nothing for them, but the situation was not as simple or magical as thought.
The trigger raised quirks to higher levels because inside the cells that make up the Quirks were the remnants of higher levels. Lilith planted these so people could thrive.
Blake's Quirk, however, was one of a kind and could not evolve because Lilith didn't produce top variations.
"Are there any side effects?" Although it bothered him not to be able to use it, he didn't give up and asked. If he couldn't use it, Nejire or Rumi could use it.
"There are a few. First of all, it does a great deal of damage to one's sanity. It is possible to see things like the desire to kill, the desire to blood in the individuals. There are also side effects of loss of taste. Usually, people's tongues are black. It's like this."' Lilith opened her mouth and revealed her tongue.
Her tongue wasn't as red-pink as it was in normal times. It had turned abnormally black and became increasingly black as time went on.
"However, this only applies to the first examples. None of this is what it has now. Maybe your tongue will get a little blacker, but that's a small price compared to the final result."
For companies, countries, and anyone who's ever been involved in underground wars and is looking for villains to take part in their work, what they want is security and manpower to use in various cases, not psychopathic killers. So OHRMG members were trying to improve the trigger as much as they could, and the final result was the complete loss of the mentally problematic feature.
"At least it's still usable" Because he didn't want the girls to have a black tongue and thought they wouldn't, Blake decided to put the trigger aside for now.
He had nothing left to talk to Lilith about, and when the conversation was over, it seemed like he had no intention of talking to her either. So the two reached a quiet agreement and began to enjoy their drinks.
When Blake finished his coffee, he ordered another cup. Two hours had passed since the beginning of their conversation, and it was already 8:00. Because he promised Nejire, he had to go home soon and sleep with his cute beauty.
So he decided to have another glass and go home.
"Hm?" His hands trembled awkwardly as Blake sipped a drink and thought of Nejire.
Tremors were an action that occurs when the body is weak and represents a person's loss of energy or fatigue. In Blake's case, however, the tremors from the deepest part of his heart, caused by a sense of unease, took over his body.
He began to feel as if his heart was being squeezed by someone. Deep in his heart, he felt as if the thing he held dear was about to disappear.
A slight sense of panic took over his heart. Blake couldn't make sense of his emotions and his body's reaction, but when he thought of Nejire, he decided to call his little beauty as these happened.
He took his phone out of his pocket and touched Nejire's registered number.
Dııt!
The phone started ringing. He grabbed the handle of the glass and took it to his mouth. He walked the glass around in front of his nose for a while to calm his mind from the smell of coffee. Then he took a sip of coffee.
From the beginning, the soothing feature didn't work this time. As Blake's agitated emotions grew, his hand holding the phone tightened slightly.
Dııtt!
"Pick up the phone now, Nejire." After a while, when there was no response, he began to get a sense of panic that he didn't realize.
It was like burning a piece of paper, slowly burning paper, feeling like it was turning to ash with every second it passed. If he was late, it'd be ashes and gone forever.
It's unclear when, and Blake stopped drinking coffee. His entire focus was on his phone, all he wanted was for Nejire to pick up the phone as soon as possible and talk to him as usual.
Blake involuntarily looked at Lilith in between his thoughts. He wasn't sure exactly why he did it, but his eyes went to this woman. When his eyes turned to her face, he noticed that she had shocked eyes as she looked at him.
Or rather, she was looking at his phone.
As the sense of panic grew and he finally took over his entire heart, the phone was called. He could breathe a sigh of relief and talk to the woman he loved, and he heard it.
He heard words he never wanted to hear, the tone he never wanted to hear.
''B-Blake, h-elp... *Cough.''
CRACKLE!
Lightning struck inside the bar, and the inside of the bar was painted elegant and spotless white. The roar of lightning caused the bar to tremble from the inside out, while employees at the bar panicked. The door was smashed by a loud bang.
Staff exiting their rooms saw Lilith sitting alone. The man sitting next to him was gone. There were burn marks on the boards on which the road leading to the door from where he used to sit was paved.
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During those two weeks, the days I was posting were full of holes. This is because I don't have any partitions in reserve and I write partitions daily. So instead of throwing partitions in these three days, I wrote partitions and stored a few backup partitions. I'll make sure to keep the day-to-day until episode 50.
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The Musutafu region was one of the most prosperous regions in Japan. Apart from having different types of law enforcement agencies, agencies, and schools in various parts of the region, its most important feature was that it included the U.A.
Because of the training given by the U.A hero school, All Might, and various heroes, hero families, and families who wanted their children to be great heroes were moving to the neighborhoods of the Musufatsu region.
Not only them but various agencies were set up around the area. It was a move to get students living around the U.A. to come to their agencies. After all, if they were set up across Japan, it would be impossible for students at U.A. to choose them if they weren't a big agency.
That's why Musutafu and the surrounding regions were one of the most prosperous regions in Japan.
The Musutafu region was not without its vulgarity and prosperity, even at nightfall. People were entering various restaurants, cinemas, or businesses, walking with friends, family, or friends, or simply heading towards where they needed to catch up.
City lights were all over the place, and the natural lights hanging in the sky prevented the brightness of the moon and stars from reaching people's eyes.
As much as the city was swarming with people, it was also filled with villains who gained confidence and emerged from the darkness of the night. There was a chance that one out of 100 people in the crowd of people was the villain.
Aware of this, the heroes went on night patrols and carefully inspected the surroundings.
"I remember you. You're in 1-A in U.A., aren't you?'' a medium-sized, thin-build man asked the young man in front of him and signed the book that the young man had given him, which had a realistic drawing of himself and information.
The most extraordinary feature of the man was his two large red wings.
"Yes. I'm, Midoriya Izuku." The boy in front of the man coughed a few times to fix his trembling voice and then replied. While talking to one of the top 3 heroes, his face reddened from the tension.
"Midoriya-kun, why are you here at this hour? Oh, please don't get me wrong. I'm just asking out of curiosity. As far as I know, the Sports festival is getting closer and I thought 1-A students like you devote every second to training."
"Oh, it's not a problem. I know what you mean. Here's the situation...'' As the youngster waved both hands as if to say there was no problem, he had an embarrassed expression "My mother and I were going to Qym. Since the sports festival is a few months old, I thought I could train myself there."
"Hello, I am Inku Midoriya." When Midoriya's mother saw her son bringing her into the conversation, she took a step forward and introduced herself.
"It's nice to meet you. Keigo Takami." The man said his name would surprise most people in Japan. The red-wing man, Keioga Takami, was the Hawks in the top three.
''Qym, has it? I-''
Before Hawk finished his words, people's eyes were covered in an elegant, white light. Fog, milk, or the glow of the moon could not be compared to the white light that covers people's eyes. It was a cleaner and more beautiful white color than any of them.
CRACKLE!!!!! RUMBLEEEE!!!!
A roar of lightning that left people stunned and their ears lost their hearing echoed throughout the city square. Some people fainted loudly, while others were stunned and others suffered temporary loss of sensation.
"What's going on?" After Midoriya closed his ears, he stepped in front of his mother. He activated his Quirk against any attack, his right arm wrapped in red stripes and an ear-scratching sound began to come out, but the sound was dissipating due to the sound of instantaneous wind waves.
Bzzttt!!
People's eyes dazzled again with white light, but this time there were electric sounds following.
Vhoş!!
Amid the gaze of bewildered people, a strip of white lightning passed the road at an excessive speed. Normal people, or those with powerless Quirk, could not notice the white lightning, while the stronger ones could only see a strip of light pass by for a second.
But Hawk's and Midoriya were completely different. While the Hawks could see the white bundle of lightning as they got used to high-speed battles, Midoriya was struck by a strange feeling.
It was a feeling he couldn't quite explain. If he wanted to describe the feeling, the most logical was instinctive fear and familiarity. Something deep down was quite similar to the bundle of lightning, but for some reason, he was extremely afraid of it.
Hwog! Vhoş!!
Hawk spread his wings and whipped strongly. His body's up in the air. As the familiar wind felt patted his face, he began to fly behind the bundle of lightning.
He couldn't let the person who created the bundle of lightning walk around like this and causes chaos. Even if he was a hero, he couldn't have used Quirk so recklessly in people.
Haws thought he should be a hero with an urgent duty, as he didn't think there would be any villains in pro-3 patrols who were so self-evident and called all the heroes around him "I'm here."
And such a quirk use, which could cause any other complication, no matter how urgent the task, deserved a warning.
Hawk decided to finish this job with his motto "The fastest of his brand" and take on the role of the reckless hero.
He started flying at an extreme speed. Each wingbeat increased its speed even more. He pushed the air with his wings and took flight, which except for birds, people with wing Quirk only he was allowed to enjoy.
He was constantly chasing a beam of white lightning among the illuminated buildings that illuminated the nightfall. After a while, he increased his altitude because, surprisingly, he couldn't come within an inch of it. The enormous distance between the two was only increasing. If he didn't increase his altitude, he could lose his lightning beam.
'I'm not going to catch it like this.'" He was known as the Hawks, not by his muscle strength or physical strength, but by his speed. Among the heroes, he had the confidence to say he was fastest after All Might.
But for the first time in his life, he couldn't keep up with anyone at speed, and although it surprised him, it also triggered the flames of competition within him. After this was over, he wanted to race the man in the lightning beam.
Hawk turned his body 45 degrees to the ground and flapped his wings. Thanks to the laws of physics, his speed increased a little more and he got close enough to call out to the lightning beam.
"Hey, you're. Lightning-man. Stop now. No matter how urgent, you can't use your Quirk so recklessly. This will cause nothing more than problems, no matter how urgent your heroic mission."
Hawk was close enough to the lightning beam to announce his words. So the person inside the lightning beam must have heard his words, but the person's speed did not decrease for a single second, instead it accelerated.
The person inside the lightning beam instantly accelerated after taking a quick look behind him.
"Hey, you-WOAH!" Hawk intended to call out again to the person inside the lightning bundle, but the person's extremely sharp turn caused him to stop instantly.
Surprised, the person's just return was against the laws of physics. The faster the person went, the more he had to take the risk of the laws of physics, a rule that even a fast guy like the Hawks couldn't break, but he had just thrown the laws of physics out the window.
"I'm not going to lose you." He took his stance and flapped his wings before throwing himself into the sky.
Buildings and the earth were getting further and further away, his vision becoming increasingly bird's-eye view. As his eyes sharpened like a hawk, he began to study the city for any white glow.
"There." After a quick examination, he was able to see her. Amid the orange lights and the dark sky behind him, the person's white lightning bolts were shouting "I'm here."
He moved tens of meters in a single flapping of wings and began to follow the man again.
This one didn't last long. The person in the lightning rod had taken the wrong path and had the chance to block his way, just as he was about to turn around and leave.
The feathers on his wings started to fall out one by one. The fallen feathers stood in the air and settled on both sides of the air, blocking the entire street.
As he landed, he took a deep breath and, despite any circumstances, took a fighting stance. He also had the opportunity to examine the man or woman.
Since his entire body was covered in unblemished white lightning bolts coming out of his body, all he could see was his raven-black eyes, where lightning danced, except that the man opposite was 5'10", had a good physique, and was a "man."
"Hey, fast guy. You have good speed, but you seem to be new to heroism. Let your senpai teach you a lesson or two about heroism. First of all-'' as the Hawks took a deep breath, he shook his head slightly towards the man with a know-it-all look. His deep breaths and sweat flowing from his forehead didn't quite match the tension in the air.
''Fuck off!!''
Before he could finish his words, a louder sound than lightning struck in his ears. As the lightning strikes over the man, the sound of thunder filled the closed street.
RUMBLE!
Lightning struck and the lightning went up around him. The wind and small lightning arcs carried by the shock wave from the lightning strike were stroking the Hawks' face every second and burning the hairs on his face.
"Gulp*." Hawks swallowed deeply. His clenched fists were covered with sweat, showing his tension.
It wasn't the lightning bolts or the shockwave that made him nervous. He had faced many bad situations and life-and-death moments before, so he wouldn't be nervous, even if he was up against Endeavor or All Might.
It was his eyes that made the Hawks nervous.
Yes, his eyes. His raven-black eyes, where lightning seemed to dance and move from right to left, were filled with madness. The look of a crazed predator settled in his eyes. It looked like it would smash everything in its path.
It wasn't like that, he was going to do it. The man opposite had the look that made it clear that if he were the most virtuous and right man or innocent person in the world, he would tear him apart. And those looks, which he hadn't seen in the bad guys before, made the Hawks nervous.
"I-I don't know why you're so angry, but-" Despite being nervous, he had duties as a hero. The Hawks were aware of that, coughing several times to force the tension over him and trying to talk to the man.
However, the man was thrown at him before allowing him to answer again.
"So this is how it's going to be." The Hawks sighed that a man with such a beautiful Quirk who could benefit humanity was not a hero and prepared for the next attack.
It took less than a second for the man to get close to him. Just as he was preparing to wage a war that could have led him to his death, something strange happened.
The man walked sideways without touching him after appearing in front of him faster than in the blink of an eye. Before the Hawks could react, he stepped into the wall and the next second disappeared into the night, climbing onto the top of the building.
Despite seeing all this, he didn't react. His brain's reaction rate couldn't keep up with the man's speed, so he just stayed in a combat position.
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Nejire... Answer Nejire. Honey, tell me something." Blake was in no condition to reflect on what had just happened. With his trembling voice, the words were forced out of his mouth with his pleading gaze on the phone.
"B... Blake... I'm dizzy. My eyes... has close-'' He spoke quickly when the words that made his heart leaped came.
"Don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes no matter what, okay, honey? I'll be right home, please don't close your eyes." Blake's clothes started catching fire because of excessive friction, but he didn't care.
He ran through the roofs of buildings and walked down the wall when he had no way to run, and ran over all the buildings on the shortest route home.
The roofs of the buildings, which were covered like a curtain by the darkness of the night, were illuminated by lightning from Blake's body. If someone looked over the city, they could see a white strip moving at excessive speed in the city.
After a few tortured seconds, like years, the answer came.
"T... Okay, I'm going to have to.'' Nejire's voice was heavy. She seemed to be barely speaking, but her voice had gained strength in Blake's words.
"That's my girl. Be strong and don't close your eyes. I'll give you a reward when I get back." Blake pushed himself to run faster. His legs and hands were on his limits, but while he left all the work to the speed power, his only focus was on the run.
The soothing sound of burning wood, torture for Blake, was being transmitted continuously over the phone. Every little popping sound made his heart beat violently. He didn't want to hear these voices anymore and wanting to get his Nejire back safely, he tried to increase his speed again.
He repeatedly tried to use his Quirk to break his boundaries and accelerate, failing for a reason he didn't know. The speed power seemed to deny Quirk touching him.
"B... Blake... Eyes... my eyes hurt... it hurts a lot...'' Blake didn't want to hear those words, too. He didn't want to hear any of it, but that's all Nejire could say in his unstable condition, and it was also the only thing that indicated that he was alive in his current condition. He grits his teeth and kept listening.
He's taken the familiar road home. The smell of burnt wood, ash, and smoke-filled his nose as his feet slammed the road to the ground.
When he got to the end of the road, he saw the house he'd wanted to get to from the beginning of the conversation. His two-story house was on fire. Parts of the house were blackened and shattered, while others were dark red, indicating that it had just caught fire.
His emotions were multiplied by sadness, panic, and fear. He didn't care about his house, for a second he didn't care or think about it. All he could think of was Nejire.
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