บท 156: Chapter 152: Acting
Several people have asked why I didn't finish this drama, and I will answer that. I'm not finishing the drama because Teka has a decision to make, after she make it, I'm going to finish this drama and plot and move on to the other world.
There's also a harem member I still want to get. You can call me greedy and horny, but after seeing that character's story, I want give her to have a good ending. But don't worry, it won't take long, a few long chapters and we'll be out of this world. Please show understanding.
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Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The pounding of gavels echoed through the courtroom. The people inside suddenly fell silent, and the plaintiffs stopped talking to their lawyers and representatives. All of them looked at where the sound of the hammer came from, where the judge was.
Click! Click! Snap! Snap!
The only thing that broke the silence was the little "Click" and "Snap" sounds the cameras made when taking pictures. Even this was done in such a low voice that it did not disturb one's ear.
Click!
The door for the judge to enter was opened. Everyone stood up. A man aged between 30 and 40, who looked more like a desk worker than a judge and had Japanese characteristics, walked in. The judge's shirt was too loose on him, and some of his clothes were touching the floor.
"Secretary Kano, why are you here? Why didn't the judge come?" Several security guards who knew him raised an eyebrow and asked. This person, Secretary Kano, was the Judge's secretary who was to enter the hearing and would do his desk work.
But getting to court instead, especially the trial of a notorious criminal like Blake, was not one of his duties.
Hearing his words, the man scratched his cheek with a bitter expression. He opened his eyes, staring at the camera and dozens of eyes staring at him for a moment. Then he sighed and spoke after looking at Blake, who was looking carelessly ahead and paying no attention to him or the environment.
"The judge... He almost fainted when he heard that he was going to take the case of Killer Blake. That's why I went in for him. I have an earphone in my ear, the judge will watch what is happening in the back room and will tell me what needs to be done through the headset. This is my seal of approval that I can do it."
After his words, there was an awkward silence in the hall. But no one laughed at that. Understandably, Blake had not yet been handcuffed with the Quirk Locks. This meant that he could kill anyone in this room at any time, and it was only natural that the judge, who would make the decision that would darken the life of such a murderer, was afraid.
"Haha…" A small laugh that broke the silence spread like a loud lightning roar in the courtroom. Eyes turned to him. Blake's shoulders trembled slightly, the laughter he was trying to hold back from gritting his teeth involuntarily escaping his lips. Most of his face could not be seen because of the white hair that covered his face when he bent his head forward.
The secretary, the guards, and the court officials blushed. Although they thought it was natural what the judge did, Blake's sarcastic laugh made them feel embarrassed. After the Secretary showed them the seal of approval, the guards took their seats without saying anything else, the Secretary took the judge's seat, took the gavel, and struck it three times.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The pounding of the mallet brought a strange air of seriousness into the room. The "Click" sounds of the camera stopped, and all cameras were put into live broadcast or recording mode.
"We're starting the trial. Plaintiff's side, are you ready?" The secretary, now the Judge, turned to the plaintiff's side. Attention was drawn that way.
The plaintiffs' representative, Hawks, looked at the plaintiffs for the last time. They all nodded their heads sternly. The plaintiffs' gazes turned to Blake. Their eyes were burning with the flames of determination, it was clear how much they wanted to send him to prison.
"We're ready, Judge. I will represent a total of 10 plaintiffs, myself first, and I will question Blake and present the evidence. 'Unlike usual, Haws spoke with borderline solemnity. There was no trace of his strange personality.
''Alright. You can start.''
Bang!
The knocking sound was heard once again. The court has begun. Hawk nodded solemnly and grabbed a deck of cards from the plaintiffs' quarters and walked to the center of the courtroom.
Eyes were drawn to him, accompanied by the sound of footsteps. Hawks' red wings trembled left and right with his steps, but no feathers fell. He came to the center of the courtroom and looked straight into Blake's eyes.
"Hou…" Blake grinned playfully in a small voice. He leaned forward, placed his hand on his right forehead, and made eye contact with Hawks. He could see the flame of determination and justice burning in the man's eyes.
He knew something and was trying to nip it by presenting it. Or he was trying to satisfy his sense of justice. Blake looked deeper into the man's golden-brown eyes and instantly knew it was the second.
"Then I'll start…" He took a deep breath after his words, and his shoulders rose and fell.
"On XX.XX.XXXX, about a year ago, a massacre took place. The massacre took place at the XXXX hotel, a sub-branch of OHRMG. A total of 48 people died in this massacre and their death patterns were very grave. Besides…" Hawks paused for a moment so that the courtroom could swallow the information.
Haaaa!!
With a synchronized breath, the entire hall showed their astonishment. Another mass murder and that number were pretty close to what it is today. It was clear that a high-ranking hero like Hawks wouldn't just throw accusations out there, and if he did, he had to have proof.
"The man named Yamazaki, who lived in that hotel, was kicked from the top of the multi-story building by a black hoodie-wearing a white mask. I managed to save him at the last moment. But when I did that, that person attacked me, or rather the man I saved."
"I managed to avoid him, that person went back. At first, I thought he had escaped, but unexpectedly he jumped from the building and took the man in my hand before I could react."
It was difficult to even for him to describe what happened next. As he recalled that moment, his nerves broke and his stomach churned. He forced himself and continued to describe that moment.
"I saw their fall. At first, I couldn't understand what to do, and before I had a chance to understand, the man named Yamazaki was hit by this person from a height of hundreds of meters. I saw his body explode like watermelon and everything splattered, including his bones. They even have recordings, but I'll present it privately because it's so bloody."
"Sigh*" The people in the hall gasped loudly. When the people in the hall visualized that moment, their faces lost their color. A few of them covered their mouths with their hands to hold back the acidic taste in their throats, their expressions filled with sheer terror.
It was a good decision for the Hawks not to release the records. If he had, disgusting images would have surfaced in the Courtroom.
"Not just that." But without giving them a chance to vent their feelings, Hawks moved on to the second half of the conversation.
"Is there more?" That's what few thought as the Hawks started the second half.
"The next time I saw him, he kidnapped a teenager. U.A student Kaminari Denki was kidnapped by the same person while he was leaving school with his friends. He was not affected in any way when we found him, and he had no visible wounds."
"However, when we checked his Quirk, his Quirk showed a noticeable weakening. He couldn't unleash Quirk's power like he used to and hasn't been able to use his 1.3 Million volts special ability since then. After what that man did, his Quirk experienced a noticeable weakening."
People's eyes widened, and the people watching this on TV got up from where they were. This was serious, it was unheard of to reduce Quirk's power and take some of it. Stealing, erasing, and disabling Quirk was one thing, but reducing Quirk's power was unprecedented.
Even more surprising was that Blake was able to do it. How many more things could he do? What exactly was his limit, and most importantly, how many Quirks did he have?
People were increasingly afraid of Blake. Some felt sympathy and pity for the said young man. Doing such a thing to a promising U.A student fueled their hatred for Blake.
"Now I ask!" Hawks raised his voice. Once again attention was drawn to him. Step by step, he came in front of Blake, who was keeping his playful smile and his sarcastic gaze concealed by his white hair. He took a deep breath and asked.
"Blake, did you do this?" He had no hope of getting an answer. Who would accept such a thing? That's why he brought with him papers with evidence and findings of that day. Also, if he showed the white lightning that he could see from the camera footage of that day, it would be certain that it was Blake.
He asked because he wanted Blake to make a fool of himself. He couldn't forget the humiliation he experienced in those days. Rather than being behind someone at speed, someone had been killed and kidnapped right in front of their eyes like never before.
And he couldn't do anything while this was happening. Nothing. In the first, he had to watch Blake burst the man like a watermelon, and in the second he failed to stop an innocent young man from taking him away, unable to even touch the hem of his suit.
So he hoped he would refuse, so-
"Yes." Contrary to his thoughts, Blake closed his eyes and nodded with a friendly smile. His smile, which made his handsome face shine like a sun, was very impressive. But what his word implied was that those who looked at him felt disgusted rather than impressed.
"If you insist on refusing, then I will present the evidence- Ha!?" Hawks just stared at Blake with a stupid expression. H-He agreed? Had he just accepted? Shouldn't he have refused? Blake would refuse, and he would present the evidence. That's how it had to be.
"R-Really? Was it you-you who did this?" His voice trembled with surprise. He didn't know what expression he was making, but he was sure it was a silly expression. And it was.
Not only Hawks, but those around him, even the judge, were stunned. He slid his butt to the side, inches away from Blake in a wheelchair.
''Yes, I did. Both." Blake ignored his dumbfounded expression and the bewilderment of those around him and nodded. He was so relaxed that he seemed to be having a casual conversation, rather than talking about a massacre and kidnapping.
"S-So you killed them and kidnapped Denki."
''Yes.''
''Why?''
"Why?" Blake stopped for a moment before answering. Everyone held their breath. They swallowed Blake's acceptance of this and waited for the reason. There had to be a logical reason, right? After all, these were not simple accusations.
"The first one hurt someone I love. The second had something I should have."
"Huh?" Hawks was shocked once again by a strange voice. He no longer cared about his expression and the sounds he made. He glared at Blake with dumbfounded eyes, his jaw hung open to the point of breaking. Two eggs could enter through his widened eyes.
"Is it that simple?" He asked just to be sure. He had done some dirty work, but it was the first time in his life that he was faced with such sickening selfishness, and he felt the urge to refuse.
"Yeah." Blake nodded after his words. It was actually kind of cute, but his cuteness didn't reach anyone.
"So you killed Yamazaki because he killed someone close to you?"
''Yes.''
"Others?"
"They were in my way."
"They were in your way?." Hawks' mind came to a halt. Killing 48 people for getting in his way. He hadn't killed them because he wanted to see blood, he hadn't killed them for his purposes, or he hadn't taken their lives because he thought they shouldn't exist.
He had killed them because they were getting in his way.
"UGHHHH!!!" Unable to bear Blake's sickening selfishness any longer, the female clerk ran outside holding her mouth. Her face was discolored, her body was shaking uncontrollably, and she staggered as she went outside.
''Ighh...'
"Get out of my way..."
"I'm going to vomit."
Several spectators and cameramen followed the clerk. They went out without minding their business. They didn't care if they were fired, they didn't want to be in the company of this callous and sickening killer any longer.
"BUHHHHHHH!!!" After they left the courtroom, loud vomit sounds were heard. And these voices continued non-stop for several minutes. Others were no better than them. They were there because their hatred for Blake had overcome their nausea. They wanted to see him sentenced with a harsh judgment.
Blake, sitting comfortably beside the judge with one leg crossed over the other, watched them go with half-closed eyes. There was more to his words.
Not even Blake was crazy enough or unreasonable enough to kill innocents. If there were innocents there, he would have simply passed by at his speed. Why waste time killing them?
First of all, no one on that floor was innocent people. They were villains who had each killed several tens of people and were doing Yamazaki's dirty work. That aside, the moment they saw him they attacked with their guns, and Blake killed them.
He shrugged slightly. But he wasn't going to tell them that. What would change if he told them? He would go to jail again for killing someone without caring about human life. Adding another ten years to a life sentence wouldn't change anything.
He withdrew his gaze from the others and looked at the bewildered Hawks, his body tilted back, one foot back. His gaze told him to continue his questions.
"Ermm… well…" Hawks was stammering. He wasn't in as bad shape as the people walking out of the courtroom, but he was shocked by Blake's callous selfishness.
He stopped for a moment and turned around. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Slap! Slap!
He slapped his cheeks hard to regain himself. His skin was red, but he didn't care. He turned to Blake with red handprinted cheeks and continued.
''OK. Another question. According to our research, you were a very wealthy person. That's it, you can make it into the list of the richest people in the world." His next words caught people's attention. Some forcefully suppressed their nausea and forced themselves to listen to the Hawks.
Was Blake also one of the richest people in the world? The sense of surprise of the people watching the court began numbly.
"However, several plaintiffs say that his wealth came with blood. They say that by threatening the lives of their president, you took all their property and money from them and killed them. Is that right?" Hawks looked at Blake with mixed feelings. He wanted Blake to have a reason now. It would at least feel better to have a reason than to have unreasonable selfish feelings.
Blake stopped looking at the Hawks and looked over his shoulder into the plaintiffs' area.
Faced with their gaze, the plaintiffs stood up, a few who would have fled if the lawyers had not caught them.
Where Blake's gaze passed, it was as if they were on fire. All their hairs stood up. They unconsciously closed their eyes, thinking that they would face the worst. Even if they weren't able to block the attack, they raised their hands and aligned them to where Blake was.
However, no attack came. Blake glanced at several of them, not intending to attack them. He only had to look at their faces for a moment to remember them.
"Oh, I remember them." Plaintiff remembered all of these people who held most of their seats. Even though they were in the deepest part of his mind, in the forgotten corners, he only had to think for a second to remember them.
These were people who worked in companies created by the villain. A few of them were secretaries of villains or high-ranking people who didn't get involved. None of them were bad guys and they weren't involved in villain issues, but Blake thought they might be a problem and fired them after killing their boss.
He wasn't sure how they had any information on how he killed their boss, and it didn't matter. Every one of them was a villain, and after killing them, no more killings took place, and their companies were not involved in any dirty work after they were integrated into his own company.
"Yes." Still, he accepted his words. He knew this might put their company in some danger, but as long as they uncovered what those people did, their company wouldn't be shaken.
"Hahhhhh…" Hawks took a deep breath. He supported the bridge of his nose with his fingers and stood still. He spoke between his closed eyes.
''Why?''
"I just wanted to."
"You just wanted it, huh? That's what I thought." Hawks sighed and laid the papers on the table. These papers contained tangible evidence of events involving Blake, but it was no longer needed.
He took the speaking chair. He clasped his hands to his sides, his gaze never leaving Blake for a second. His golden-brown eyes flashed for a moment with a mysterious cold light. It went unnoticed by anyone, as it only appeared for a moment and was expertly concealed by the Hawks.
Blake leaned back. Seeing the emotions instantly concealed by the Hawk was child's play for him. His movement, which was thought to be fast by Hawks, was slower than even a slow-motion movie in his eyes. He leaned back, staring at Hawks with a knowing grin.
"!!" Hawks' eyes widened. Blake's emotions were heightened by his raging honest selfishness, and his murderous intentions were revealed because of his secret past habits.
He had done his best to hide it quickly and had done a good job. No one was aware that he was revealing murderous intent like the villain.
Just as he was about to let out a sigh of relief, Blake's expressive smile that clearly said he saw him startled him. He hadn't expected to be seen so openly by Blake.
"If…" The thought of Blake revealing her flashed in his mind. He felt a small sense of panic that if someone like Blake, who had been oddly telling the truth from the beginning of the trial, exposed him, he would be in the spotlight when this trial was over, and his dirty past would be exposed.
This meant the end of his career. Even if his dirty past was not revealed, a seed would be planted in people's hearts and they would approach it more cautiously.
The wilder his thoughts became, the more he panicked.
Tak! Tak!
Like loud lightning, the sound of two knockers awoke him from his thoughts. He looked away from Blake and looked at the judge. The judge had lifted the gavel and was preparing to strike once more. When he saw him come to his senses, he stopped in the middle of his movement and spoke.
"Are you okay, Mr. Hawks? We need to continue, if you have other accusations and evidence, please continue."
Hawks nodded. He looked at Blake for a moment. Blake was just sitting there, looking at him with a playful expression. His mocking gaze intensified with every second. He was irritated but also realized that Blake had no plans to expose him. He took a deep breath and spoke.
"No more, you can move on to the other plaintiffs. Please let Blake suffer the consequences of his confessions." Hawks said nothing more. After looking at Blake one last time, he walked over to Endeavor and Yoshino and sat down amid the crowd. His job here was done.
Yoshino was staring hard at Blake, gnawing his thumb. It wasn't clear what was behind his crazy expression, but anyone could see that it wasn't very good.
Next to him, Endeavor just watched Blake and the hall. He had come here to watch Blake's futile denial of the charges and humiliation along with the evidence and to avenge the taking of the three women from the Todoroki home. On the one hand, he stood by his mentally unstable father, preventing him from doing undesirable things.
But he hadn't expected Blake to be so honest. He admitted all the accusations without any objection, making his revenge meaningless.
''Alright! Decision!" The judge's loud voice echoed in the courtroom. Attention was drawn to him, everyone but Blake stood up and waited for the judge to continue. The judge looked at the clerk and gestured for him to write.
"Blake brutally murdered 49 people, punishable by aggravated life imprisonment. But since Blake will get it anyway, his sentence will be decided later by the judge and the panel of judges."
"The sentence of the kidnapped teenager is life imprisonment, but..." The judge's words were cut short and stopped after the last word.
Now he was realizing that no matter what punishment they gave Blake, nothing would change for him. He had already been sentenced to aggravated life imprisonment and would live in the most severe conditions in prison. No matter what punishment they gave him after that, it wouldn't affect Blake.
It was not possible to bring a man who was already at the bottom to the bottom. For Blake, the only punishment more severe than now was the death penalty or torture, but they couldn't give it. If they did, Blake could smash the place and slaughter them to the point where they dared not do anything against him.
The judge unconsciously glared at Blake. Some people had this realization with him, and they looked at Blake. His expressions turned ugly with the bitter taste of not being able to do anything to Blake.
Smirk*
He looked at their faces, which had become uglier with their understanding and awareness. He grinned from ear to ear, his eyes shining with great contempt.
"So you finally noticed." His bright white teeth were exposed along with his broad grin. The palpable sarcasm in his voice was getting on everyone's nerves. But they couldn't do anything against it.
They had done something that Blake could have ridiculed. They were trying to give a more severe punishment, like an idiot, to someone who was already at the bottom and had received the heaviest punishment possible. Trying to do something they couldn't do was only natural for Blake to be funny. Their cheeks reddened violently from anger.
"Ahem* This will be decided later. Let's move on to the other plaintiff." The judge waved his hand in a fake cough to hide his embarrassment. He turned his head to the side so that he could hide the blush of embarrassment on his face. He passed on to the other plaintiff to diffuse the matter.
The man with the black bag, who had been sitting silently all along with his words, stood up. Attention was drawn to him. He came to the podium between the eyes of the audience and Blake. He remained calm until the end, placing the black bag on the podium.
"Hello, my name is Yorun. I'm a lawyer belonging to the Rabid Hound. But I'm not here to mess things up or sue Blake. My intention was just to ask a question, but I had to sue him because they said I couldn't approach him unless I was a plaintiff. I apologize in advance for that." The man put his hands on the bag and bent deeply toward Blake.
People showed little surprise. They did not expect such a person among their plaintiffs. This was true for Judges and heroes. The way he spoke so kindly and sincerely towards Blake was both surprising and suspicious.
Blake raised an eyebrow as he looked at the man who was leaning slightly away from him. He was sure the man was up to something, and when he stepped onto the podium he thought it would be a bigger problem for him than the others, but he hadn't expected him to bow so respectfully and sincerely in front of him.
"Continue." He supported the side of his head with his fingers, his chin motioning for him to continue. Contrary to the judge, after Blake's approval, the man nodded and, after correcting his posture, continued to speak.
"As Rabid Hounds, we have a variety of industries that span many areas. We've risen to the top in these industries and we'd like to say we only have a few competitors in this world. And Teka Todoroki is one of them." The three men related to her became serious as the man said Teka's name. Blake's smile slowly faded, and his expression became emotionless, he straightened his seat and continued to listen to the man.
The man continued his speech without knowing the condition of the three of them. When the first half of his words was over, he touched the locks of the bag with his fingertips.
"As you know, there is no development without competition. Teka Todoroki is a respected competitor in our industry and our biggest partner in our development. Likewise, I think we are like that for her."
Click! Click!
He pressed his fingers against the bag locks. The bag opened with two small sounds, containing a stack of papers. However, no one could see what the photo was because the image part of the photo was facing the bottom.
"That's why I want to ask you-" The man's words were cut in the middle. Nobody interfered. The man just stood there with his mouth open. Even his clothes did not move, and the small twitches of the human body did not occur.
Not only him, but no one in the courtroom was moving. They were stunned by the expressions and postures they had been standing in a second ago. The only things that moved were Blake in front of the man with the bag and the lightning bolts coming out of his body.
Blake, with his hands in his pockets and Teka's shirt-jacket on his back, was standing in front of the man, accompanied by lightning bolts from his body, and watching the man. His gaze hardened for a moment and softened for a moment. A blood-curdling red aura was coming out of his body, he put his hand on the man's neck and gripped his neck.
Unlike him, the man who did not have excessive speed, thus stuck in slowed time, could not realize that death was getting closer and closer to him. He looked proudly at Blake's old place, his fingertips still on the locks of the suitcase.
Blake exhaled lightly and let go of the man's throat. He opened the bag and took the papers inside. He studied the papers one by one, looking at them all with his expression unchanged, then staring at the man's self-confident expression.
Now he understood where his self-confidence came from. He might have had some trouble if these things had come out, but now that he knew what he was up against, he could prepare.
He turned around, disappeared from where he was and reappeared the next moment in the same position he had been sitting in before.
Time continued to flow. No one noticed Blake's actions. Even the cameras couldn't keep up with him. Everyone continued to act as if nothing had happened.
"-a question. You started to defend a woman with whom you had no acquaintance just a year ago, in a strange way. You even protected a notorious criminal for her, fought A.F.O, and killed more than seventy people. To be honest, I have some respect for you." When the man finished, he stopped for a moment. He touched his neck.
His neck was suddenly starting to hurt for some reason. It was as if someone had grabbed his neck with enough force to break his neck.
But that was impossible, no one had moved from the start. So he shook his head slightly and dispelled those thoughts. He gave his focus to the event.
The man's words diverted the focus. Indeed, there was a time when Blake was defending a notorious villain criminal. For this, he faced 1-A and beat up several high-ranking heroes. Their hatred almost doubled.
"However, this is rather strange. I just don't think you'd go this far for a woman you didn't know a year or a half ago. So I decided to do some research." The man stuck his fingers in the crack of the bag. He continued to speak in a nice tone.
"As a result of my research, I saw that you went to the hotel with her on the night of a certain day. Instead of leaving the room that night, I learned from several of the hotel staff that you had entered her room, and when you both left the room in the morning, I heard the cleaners who came in saw that his bedroom was quite messy. It's too messy."
After his words, he opened the bag and took the papers inside. He placed the papers on top of the bag and arranged them sideways.
These were, in turn, images of Blake and Teka entering the hotel, a clear shot of Blake's morning exit, various images of the great mess from that night, and photos of white-transparent liquids from the night.
"People who don't know each other go into a hotel room at night and only one person leaves in the morning. Also, the room is completely dispersed and semen-like fluids are everywhere. Upon closer inspection, we found a completely broken bed with scratch marks and a few dents in the walls. It was as if someone was trying to escape from someone else." His voice took on a hint of tone. His eyes narrowed and his sharp gaze locked on Blake.
"And unfortunately, footage of what happened in the room that night was mysteriously erased from the cameras. When I put all this together, I decided to ask you a question." He spread his hands and raised his voice. His booming voice resounded throughout the courtroom, the television audience getting serious. At the same time, hatred for Blake rose to new skies.
"Mr. Blake, could you possibly have raped Miss Teka Todoroki? So you did all of this, feeling responsible to her. Or did you two have a mysterious relationship long ago? ''That question came. The man had exposed all of his cards and had them in front of Blake with huge momentum behind him.
The truth is, he didn't care what the answer was. Whatever Blake answered, it would work for them. They had come here to seize the perfect opportunity for themselves.
If he admitted that he raped her, they could slander Teka Todoroki as a defiled woman and repress her. While this was quite a blemish even in everyday life, it was an excellent trump card in corporate conflicts, which was like a table of wolves looking for each other's weaknesses. Those who held this trump card, that is, they could do whatever they wanted to Teka Todoroki.
It would be better if he chose the other. Being raped could have been cleared up to a point. With Blake's unleashed power, it was easy for a woman like Teka to clean this up. However, if there was a secret relationship between both parties, there was no way to clean it up.
His smile grew larger and more disgusting. This was their opportunity. No matter what he chose, they were absolute winners and that couldn't be changed.
''Hm? Why did it get hot all of a sudden?" The man thought about this after speaking. The left side of his face glowed with a yellow light. He turned left and looked at the glass. In a distant street, he saw a huge column of lava emerge.
He shrugged. He knew who it was, but he didn't care. There was nothing she could do to change this situation. He wanted her to do something so he could rip off a bigger piece, claiming they were trying to silence him.
"You bastard."
In his thoughts, a mighty roar was heard. The man turned his body slightly to one side and looked at where the shout was coming from. Continuing to stare at the man, Blake tilted his body and looked at the shouter.
"Dad calm down"
"Mr. Yoshino, please calm down. This will not work for any of us."
Yoshino stood up and intended to run towards the man. However, he was stopped by Endeavor and the Hawks. He was still trying to reach out to the man and get rid of the two with their arms outstretched. Unfortunately, he met with failure, the duo was too strong for him to overcome.
"You bastard, how dare you slander my wife? She doesn't even have anything to do with this matter." Trying to be stopped by the two, Yoshino's eyes almost rolled. By this time, the hatred and rage born of Blake had accumulated in his heart, and that was the last straw, it had exploded involuntarily, and there was no turning back now.
The man watched with emotionless eyes as Yoshino struggled like a rabid animal. His expression had nothing to do with the fervent or respectful smile he had shown Blake a second ago. His true self was revealed.
TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK!
"Escalate this gentleman out with Mr. Endeavor and the Hawks." The judge, not wanting an incident in such an important courtroom, struck the gavel three times and pointed to the trio. The police quickly intervened and after they came to the trio, they accompanied them to the outside.
At first, Enji tried to persuade his father to go out but failed. Finally, he sighed and began to carry Yoshino outside, hugging him by the waist.
"Let me go, Enji. Let me beat this until he regrets it." But that wasn't an obstacle for Yoshino. He was kicking wildly, struggling frantically to escape his grasp and reach the man. Unfortunately, they failed to do so, even when he was taken out the door.
Clamp!
The door closed, and the courtroom fell silent once again. The man nodded with satisfaction and turned to Blake. He spread his arms wide and repeated his question.
"I'll ask again, Mr. Blake, to Teka Todoroki-"
''I did.''
His words were cut off by Blake before he could finish his question. His fervent expression wavered. His face crumpled, but he quickly recovered and asked as he looked at Blake with his eyes shining with hope.
"Which one exactly?"
''Rape. I raped her." Blake's words made the people in the hall blush with anger. They couldn't stand it anymore. They had never seen anyone abuse their power like this before.
But Blake continued to speak in an exasperated tone, ignoring their gazes that wanted to eat him alive and their angry expressions like a volcano close to eruption.
"The truth is, I had this power from the very beginning. But I hid this power because I didn't want to draw too much attention. Until I met her." Blake's body began to tremble strangely. He was staring at the ceiling as if remembering that day, almost intoxicated, and passion was evident in her voice. He licked his lips repeatedly between words.
''She was beautiful. She was extremely attractive and had a perfect body that made it impossible for a man not to be interested in her. I tried to restrain myself, but that night I failed and dragged her into the room." Blake threw his head back, his hands gripping both arms of the chair he was sitting on. Small cracks appeared on the arms of the chair and spread across the seat. His starry eyes carried great lust.
Fuhaaaa**
He gave a pressed sigh. It looked like he was in heat, his body fidgeting as if he were living the moment. An abnormal redness appeared on his face.
"I dragged her inside. I locked her in the room and started enjoying. However, she resisted. I got a little help too." Blake opened his hand for all to see. Small arcs of lightning came out of his fingers and formed into a ball. The ball of lightning was smooth as if it had been sanded, it looked like a pure white pearl, and it was imperceptible that it was filled with lightning, as the lightning never moved.
"I put a very strong aphrodisiac in his mouth. The effect was swift, and she threw herself at me like a wishful woman. I was so excited I used one myself." Blake popped the ball of lightning into his mouth and swallowed it without chewing. The Adam's apple descended for all to see. Blake licked his lips as if it were the tastiest thing he had ever eaten.
"And that's how the images you saw came out." He spread his hands as the man had done before, his smile becoming a bit psychopathic.
When the words were over, a stillness filled the room, silence had never been so loud. It was ringing in everyone's ears. Everyone in the courtroom, even the man who tried to use him and Teka, was taken aback.
"!!!" They came to their senses quickly, their expressions wrinkled with disgust. They were looking at Blake like they were looking at a piece of shit. Voices began to rise, a voice was coming out of every head. It was impossible to understand who was saying what.
The women held their shoulders with their hands, trying to stabilize their trembling bodies. Just thinking about that moment was torture. They began to feel empathy and pity for Teka. It must have been a very strong woman to spend all night alone with such a pervert and then not commit suicide.
And she was, but that had nothing to do with our topic.
Unlike the people around, Yorun continued to stare at Blake, unlike them. After warming the crowd, Blake's gaze had regained clarity, losing its former lust and passion.
His trembling body became stagnant, his expression slowly fading, and half a smile remained. There was some laziness in his gaze. He snapped out of his previous mood, not caring about those who might be watching him. There was no trace of his previous personality and expression.
Because no one was in the mood to watch him. People were standing up and shouting with their red eyes. The footage of the cameras recording the events was suddenly covered by the rioting crowd. It was impossible to record Blake and his statement. Even the plaintiffs and officials close to Blake avoided looking at a vile person like him when talking to each other.
He had played the game, had the effect he wanted, and now he had left the role. All this had been said in a few short moments, and the table had been turned upside down before the man could understand it. Blake had made good use of the public's hatred and simmering anger towards him.
With just a little bit of acting and lying, Blake got all the attention and focus on himself and took all the blame for these events. He is now not only a rapist, but also a psychopath who restricts one's freedom, and a pervert who forces him to swallow pills. His image, which seemed to be incapable of shrinking in the eyes of the public, had gone to the ground.
Teka was a woman who was forcibly raped by a maniac, in this case, they couldn't blame her. On the contrary, if they blamed her, their image would sink to the ground and they would be brought to an end by Teka as they tried to disparage the woman who had a night that no one wanted to live.
"We're completely defeated." His shoulders slumped, a bit of fear in his eyes as they stared at Blake. This man had just planned all this at once and completely reversed the situation and cleared her by using his already bad image.
Their perfect moments were forcibly taken away, they went from absolute winner to loser. Worst of all, their months of lurking in wait for the perfect moment had been trampled on by someone. She picked up her bag, turned around, and headed for the exit.
"It seems to have been effective." After playing the role of Blake, he leaned back while maintaining his expression. He watched the man go, the people who were rebelling, and the reporters who were fervently trying to explain the situation, and he called out to Schatrach in his mind.
"Yes, you acted well. So much so, that even I wanted to come and discipline you." Sitting in the throne room, Scathach raised his fist next to his face. A small "+" shaped vein appeared in his fist.
"If you even say that, there's nothing left for me to worry about." Blake sat back and waited for the chaos to subside. There was no point in the trial continues. The next thing to happen was the cops, who would accompany him to Tartarus.
TAK! TAK! TAK! BANG! BANG! BANG
"Everyone calm down, calm down. Silence! I said silence! Let the police and the heroes take this disgusting man to Tartarus ." The judge struck the mallet repeatedly. The sound of the mallet was louder than the crowd's shouts, but the crowd's fury was not something a false judge could stop. Even the real judge could not calm them down.
Blake's latest act infuriated them. It was one thing to kill someone, it was another thing to do something more terrible than death to an innocent woman. If they hadn't been aware of Blake's strength, they wouldn't have hesitated to pounce on him and tear him apart with their hands.
The cops and heroes came to Blake as the judge had said. A few left the group and lined up on either side of the road to the exit to make a way for Blake and the others to cross and hold back the enraged public.
Heroes and cops approached Blake, but most of them, except for a few, had disgusting expressions. They didn't even want to look at Blake. Their fears of him had been replaced by utter disgust.
Blake disappeared from where he was. The next moment he appeared before them and began walking in front of them with his hands in his pockets. As before, nobody tried to handcuff him, they didn't even come near him.
Blake made his way to the door step by step. The people filling the courtroom were trying to reach him bypassing the police and heroes on both sides, but they were sent to their old places as a result of the great efforts of the police and the heroes. A few spat at him, some threw their shoes, and a few insulted him. Each of them expressed their reaction differently.
But before any of it could reach him, except insult, they were sent back to the people by small lightning bolts.
As Blake walked, he looked around and saw Class 1-A and Class 1-B watching him from afar, with All Might in front of them.
Class 1-A and class 1-B, who were behind the crowd, noticed that they were making eye contact with Blake. They turned their heads, a few could not contain their nausea and crouched on their backs. Most of them had bitter expressions and were trying to hold back the acidic feeling in their throats.
Blake raised an eyebrow and turned his gaze to All Might and Midoriya. The first one was watching him silently, not having an evil expression like the others, but his eyes were shadowed and his expression darkened. It was clear from his depressed mood that he was greatly disappointed.
Secondly, his eyes met and her expression creased at the same time. He leaned forward, covering his mouth with one hand, and supporting his stomach with the other. He turned around, completely ignoring him.
"Hmh, whatever." Blake shrugged and continued walking. In a week, none of this will matter, which it wasn't even now.
He reached the front of the door, went out without looking back, and turned left. The police and heroes followed him closely. The last person to leave grabbed the doorknob and closed the door before exiting.
Gyyk!! Bam!!
The doors are closed. The enraged crowd could no longer see Blake. They were left alone. Reporters were trying to get in front of the crowd, trying to present the news between shouts. Blake was gone, but the after-effects were still there.
Tak! Tak! Tak!
The gavel was struck three times for the last time, and the trial was over. The judge took the sheet of Blake's information and struck a red seal four times. On the seal was written "Major Criminal - Serious Life Sentence". Normally this would have been struck once, but with Blake's confessions and acting, it might not have been enough even if it had been shot dozens of times.
The court, which was published not only in Japan but also in the world, has come to an end. But this was a so-called end, the influence of the court was not even close to ending. Everything was just beginning.
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