Bab 26: Chapter 26: Let's Have A Little Talk.

I plan to put some action into it. But then I realized that the main character is a bit strong. So sorry, but there isn't much action in this episode either.

If you see any mistakes, feel free to write. I'll fix it.

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Blake put White's iconic costumes on it. He was wearing a white mask, a black hoodie, and trousers. If someone saw him on the road, he might not have known him, but if a villain saw him, he'd run off the field with his legs trembling.

He's in the middle of a run. It was just a routine run by you, your family, your boyfriend/girlfriend, your neighbor, and your dog. He had his hands in his pockets and he was running while looking indifferently in front of him.

There was a fundamental problem with this run.

That was that the running speed was over 300 km/h.

Other than that, it was no different from an ordinary run. Isn't it?

Blake started thinking as he ran at excessive speed and drove through alleyways.

He planned to cooperate with the police officer to catch him and those who did it, but for some reason, at the end of the second day, a few hours ago, the man had an expression as if he had given up on him.

Blake had tied his lightning bolts to the men, realizing that he could not prolong the work. As soon as he had finished speaking to Nejire, he had turned towards the other end of the lightning bolt he had tied to the man. [EN: Soon I will write down all the powers that the main character has.]

He couldn't understand why he was in such a hurry. His testimony at the hospital contained panic, impatience, and various emotions as if he were nearing the end of his life.

Blake didn't know how they found out who he was, nor did he know why the men were in such a hurry.

He thought in detail about how they found his true identity, but he couldn't come to any conclusions. While he hide his face as much as possible with his mask, he did not show his distinctive white hair or any features that could reveal him, revealing his Quirk or speed power.

However, the reason they were able to make such a close estimation could only be that they had someone with Quirk who could provide clues as to his identity.

Blake thought he was one of the few possibilities for those looking for him right now, rather than having a definitive guess. If they had found his identity, they must have swarmed him by now.

They were swarming with him right now, but they could not take direct action. The biggest reason for this was that their predictions were nothing but guesses. They must have been doing what they're doing now to deduct their guesses from guesswork.

Blake had understood this in his small talk with the fake cop. These men were giving him little information, not sure if the information the woman had given was on purpose, they must have been asking him to stir up confusion and confirm their guesses.

They wanted Blake to publicly say he was White.

And what could happen if he found out he was White?

Everything!

Anything could have happened!

Yes, everything. They could harass him, regularly harm his loved ones, send villains on him, suppress him. Or they could just reveal his name and watch it collapse between the politics of other agencies, institutions, or countries.

In short, if Blake turned out to be White, Blake would have officially fallen into their hands. For this not to happen, Blake had to take no action these days.

However, these assumptions were valid if Blake was a normal student. But Blake had speed power.

Having the speed power turned the tables and put Blake in control of the situation.

It took Blake a few minutes to get to the front of a luxury hotel in Japan. This hotel was mentioned as one of OHRMG's hotel branches, highly preferred by the rich with OHRMG's reliability and quality.

Blake slowed down and stood at the end of the dark alley. Half his body was in the dark, the other half was lying on the lighted street. It was a similar image to a photograph of a person caught between good and evil.

Blake stared coldly toward the attic of the building in front of him before disappearing. His gaze was as sharp as an unsheathed sword, cold and bloodthirsty.

"B-Bos. I have important things to tell you. Please listen to me-''

Pat! Clamp!

The man at Yamazaki's residence, who was the leader of the group that was harassing Blake, tried his best to explain to Yamazaki. But all he got was a glass that landed on his face, causing his brows to split and blood to flow.

Crash!

The glass broke and various pieces of glass pierced his suit, causing him to get hurt. But he didn't say a word. He bowed his bleeding head in front of him and waited for his fate.

"Hah..." Yamazaki sighed deeply. His expression was twisted with disappointment, anger, resentment, and various emotions, the fingers that touched his face were regularly clenched.

"I know it's not your fault, I'm sorry." The man apologized, but it was clear from his testimony that he didn't care at all.

"It doesn't matter, boss. A little abrasive." The man spoke with his head down in a modest tone.

"Hahh." The man sighed again. He put his head behind his seat and started watching the ceiling.

After a few quiet seconds, he picked up his phone. He took it to his ear in a fixed position and started talking.

"Call Team 2 to my room."

Yamazaki hung up and kept looking at the ceiling. He needed silence to calm his feelings, scorched by frustration and anger that he missed the opportunity to become one of the greyhounds.

The leader just stood there amid the reactionary silence. Blood was pouring from his cleft brow, but he didn't dare touch the wound for a second.

After a few minutes, the door opened and members of Team 2 came in.

When they entered the room, they didn't take a single glance at their leader, whose broken glass was stained red from the spilled blood, and quickly knelt behind their leader.

Crtt! Crtt!

There were shards of glass where they knelt. It pierced deeply into their flesh as they gave their body weight. They clenched their teeth and tried with all their might not to let out the pain of the glass shards stuck in their flesh.

''Normally, even if we had failed in this case and we hadn't been able to find White's true identity, I wouldn't have said anything. I was going to let it pass, after all, White was impossible to find with the little knowledge I had. But…" He straightened himself, resting his elbows on his knees, and staring at the men with a murderous gaze as he supported his head with one hand.

"You cost me $2 million and you caught the attention of pro-hero 6th and 9th place. And it's not just that. If one of the people I gave the money to comes out of their words, they'll come at us without a chance to silence them." Every word was as heavy as a mountain. Every word that came out of Yamazaki's mouth brought them closer to their deaths.

Some trembled. A wave of coldness ran through their bodies as their palms were covered in sweat. The desire to escape from here now filled their minds. But their brains, knowing they couldn't make it, barred them from acting.

"Normally I have to kill you right now. But I'm not going to do that. Groups like you are very important even to me." Yamazaki wanted to vent his frustration, but he couldn't.

There was a strict hierarchy for those below the Rabid Hound. At the top was the Rabid Hound, one below was the hounds, one below was the Wild dogs (Yamazaki is in this tier), and below was the dogs (Leader), and the bottom tier was the puppies.

These concepts, which represented strict hierarchy, had great advantages, but pluses also meant more rules.

One of the most important rules was the manpower that a person could have in each layer. It was a rule he set specifically to keep the under-Rabies Hound from despised. If this rule was broken or attempted to be broken, there were large penalties.

For Yamazaki, having three dogs and a few ten puppies underneath was his limit. If he kills the Leader and the others right now, he's going to be in a lot of manpower trouble and he's going to disrupt things.

But he had to get his nerves out of it.

"That's why I'm going to let you choose one of you." The leader and the group's eyes lit up. They all turned into the guy who almost screwed up at the same time.

"Oh, that was fast. It's not that I'm complaining." Yamazaki was surprised by the speed of the men. He also quickly understood why they were so fast. That's probably the main reason he screwed up.

His eyes gleamed with cold killing intent. He grabbed his gun from the drawer of the desk next to him and aimed it at the man

"No, please." The man screamed helplessly before the gunfire erupted and he took his life. But it was futile, he could barely say a few words before the hot bullet took his life.

''OK. You can now return to your work. He'll keep looking for White-" Before he could finish his words, the lights went out. The environment was plunged into darkness.

The leader and his men quickly got up and stepped in front of the Yamazaki in case there was an attack.

"Take your seats. It's just a power outage. These things can happen." Even though OHRMG did everything the best way they could, they weren't perfect and they couldn't be. They were people like themselves, and things like instant power outages were natural.

And even if they were perfect, no one would open their mouths in these situations. OHRMG had taken its place in the hearts of customers with its comfort, luxury, and value for money, and customers could ignore a small interruption.

"Electricity would come soon-" Before he could finish his words, a voice made his hair stand up. Along with the sound, an invisible air enveloped the room.

The people in the room started sweating cold. But despite their sweating, the room was extremely cold.

"Yes, the lights will probably come on soon. But when the lights turn on, the only light you will see will be the bright light of the flames of hell." Eyes turned to the door, where the sound came from.

Someone was standing there. He was 5'10", a man with a body that could make bodybuilders jealous. The man pulled his black hoodie to hide his hair. He was hiding his face in a white mask.

Pat!

The man freed his open hand and something fell to the ground.

It was a dead body covered in blood.

The leader's eyes widened. Thanks to the radiance of the reflected moon, he had the opportunity to see the corridor behind the man, and he must say, the sight was sickening even to him.

"An image that doesn't fit a pro-hero candidate like you at all, Blake." Yamazaki spoke confidently.

As Blake predicted, the reason they burned down his house was to confirm that Blake was White.

This tactic was used by all the rich at OHRMG. It was called the "Revealing Tactic". He aimed to reveal the identity of those he had caught sight of and who had concealed his identity.

Their tactics were simple. They give a person a day or two, then harass that person in some way (hurting acquaintances-burning down his house, etc.), then leak a little information. If whoever they wanted to attack them in those days, it meant he was the one they were looking for.

They used that tactic on Blake, and it looked like they were successful. Although the other five attacked on the day of the incident, they were not the ones they wanted.

There was a possibility that Blake would come up with a different identity, and that usually happens. But he must have been too blinded to think about it.

In this situation, all they had to do was wait for him to make a mistake and Blake would fall into their hands. Then he could sell it at auction or do whatever he wanted.

That's why it was so quiet.

Blake wasn't surprised that man knew his name. After evaporating the blood from his hand by sending lightning bolts to his fingers, he started walking towards the man. His open eyes, illuminated by lightning for a few seconds, were filled with an eerie calm.

"Hm? What the hell is that?'' The man frowned as he looked at the lightning that came out of Blake's hands and lit up the darkroom. Blake's or White's reports didn't say that.

"You have a double Quirk?"

"Oh, you understand that. Well done."'' As Blake moved towards the man with every step of the way, he banged his hands against each other loudly.

Blake's voice and the look in his eyes were like the astonishment of a monkey solving puzzles, humming him.

Normally, he could have reacted more, but he wanted the man who would soon be under his care to help him in peak form. He had a lot to do with Blake after he took her into his care.

So for now, he decided to swallow this humiliation and, when the time came, to train Blake thoroughly.

"Sir, please listen to me. It's-''

"Not now. I'd like to have a word with your new colleague. Repress him for now." He dismissed the leader's words with a wave of his hand. He planned to train Blake as soon as possible, send him under the Mad Hound, and then displace the Mad Hound with his brother.

"But sir-" The leader tried to warn him once again, but all he got was a slap on the cheek.

Slap!

"Shut up and repress him."

''Roger.''

There was nothing he could do. He waved his hand at his men and started walking towards Blake. Although he was a little afraid of Blake's second Quirk and his great speed, their fighting space was limited. He couldn't use your speed as he wanted here.

Blake didn't even look at the incoming six, his eyes locked on the man behind all this, Yamazaki.

When Blake and Leader confronted each other, Yamazaki opened his mouth to say something, but before that, his view was dimmed.

Pat! Crack! Pat! Crack! Pat! Crack!

Blake's body didn't move. No, he did, but neither Yamazaki's eyes nor the band's eyes were able to keep up with Blake's momentary speed.

Before Yamazaki and man's had a chance to understand what had happened, the group was sent across the room like a kite with a snapping string. Blood was coming out of the seven holes in their heads and various damaged parts of their bodies.

A knowing grin hung on Yamazaki's face as the bodies passed by. However, this expression did not occur because he wanted to, it hung on his face due to his inability to react to the sudden events.

He turned his eyes to the bodies lying next to him. As fear and terror spread throughout his mind and heart, his frozen expression was multiplied by fear.

The reason he was afraid was not the men who died, but the way the men died. Blake had no mercy. He had killed his men in one hit, in the most brutal manner, and at extreme speed. They died so quickly and suddenly that their breath was still coming out of their noses and mouths.

He was afraid of Blake's ruthlessness and speed.

When his front was cleared, Blake got in front of Yamazaki in a few steps. After he clawed his hand, he grabbed the man's head.

"Ughh..." Yamazaki groaned in pain. The power applied to his head was not to be underestimated. It was as if an iron claw had wrapped its head around it. The skull bones crumbled with every ounce of force, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.

He kicked, punched, moved his body, or tried to bend Blake's arm or somehow get out of his hand, but his attacks didn't seem to hurt Blake. There was not a single ounce reduction in the power applied to the head.

Yamazaki didn't expect any of this to happen and so quickly. Under his plan, even if Blake had a second Quirk, he would still have the power in the tight space and with the home run advantage. Except for the man killed by him in the first place, the rest of the team had war-oriented Quirks and they had to suppress Blake very easily.

But things ended before Yamazaki could see anything.

"Let's have a little talk. On the roof." Blake began to drag the helplessly struggling Yamazaki to the ceiling.