14 Chapter 14: 6th Day Of The Event
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"D-Dear customer... It looks like the person you're waiting for isn't coming. Are you still going to wait? Our institution needs to close." Talking to the only customer sitting in a scenic corner of a luxury restaurant, the waiter swallowed nervously as he tried to speak. He was careful not to look in the customer's face for a single second of his speech.
Silence!
There was no answer. A reactionary silence filled the restaurant, where there was only one person.
"Gulp..." As the seconds went by, the invisible pressure on the waiter began to increase. Every second the other person was silent, it felt like a year to him.
Click!!
"Hii..." The loud sound when the fork was left on the plate caused the waiter to startle with fear.
"It's ok. I'll go. Please just keep this place closed for me tomorrow and after tomorrow. I'll pay twice the price today.'' The person's voice was full of calm, but it was no different than an order for the waiter.
"I'll pass it on to our M-Manager." The waiter leaned towards the person who was dining alone in the luxury room and then walked quickly to his manager.
When the waiter left the room, the person's calm expression deteriorated. Various emotions such as disappointment, anger, and sadness appeared on the person's face in turn, and disappointment eventually settled on the person's face.
[EN: Does it make sense to use "person" in situations where I won't specify gender? Is there any subject or word for it?]
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The door opened, the person's testimony instantly regained its former calm. The speed with which the changed statement was so natural and impeccable, it was as if the person had done it many times before.
"M-M-" The manager of the restaurant came in with a timid expression. As he addressed the person with respect, the person sitting at the table interrupted him.
"There's no need for empty words. I'll pay double. Do you approve? Don't you approve?'' After placing the fork and spoon neatly, the person wiped mouth with a handkerchief in one go. The person didn't look the guy in the eye for a second while doing all this.
"I-I, I accept." The manager agreed to wipe his sweat-covered forehead with an embroidered napkin that he pulled out of his jacket pocket. It's like he's got another chance.
"The money will be in your account tomorrow." The last time the person took a sad look at the view. The person got up and left the restaurant amid the sound of shoes.
''Fuuu... FUUU...'' When the person left the room, the manager and the waiter collapsed. They pulled the air relentlessly into his lungs, sweating from his foreheads as if it were flowing from the glass.
The sharp gaze that pierces their skin, the suffocating air it emits unconsciously, the unconscious tension emitted in the hearts of frowns, and the pressure above them of the silence in the environment... If the person had stood for a while, they might have fainted standing up.
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Pat! Pat! Pat
"Oh, Nejire is coming." Blake's face appeared with a warm smile when he heard the familiar serial footsteps. He turned his head to the door and waited for the question ball to come.
The question machine with sea snail-colored hair entered the empty classroom in a few quick steps and came in front of Blake after opening the door in a noisy voice.
"Ne~~Blake, do you know what happened to 1-A? You want me to tell you? Should I tell you? Should I?'' Nejire started jumping in front of Blake and looking at Blake eagerly. She couldn't wait to tell her boyfriend what she knew.
'I think it's the end of season 1.' He quickly guessed from Nejire's reaction that 1-A was already at war with the bad guys.
"Tell me about it. I'm listening."' Blake took her hair behind her ear.
"1-A... '' After quietly enjoying Blake's painstaking actions for a while, Nejire began spitting the information repeatedly like a machine gun.
Blake knew exactly what was going on, but he made sure he listened to her with all his attention.
"I'm going to get something to drink." Nejire decided to buy drinks to soak his dry throat quickly and without much talk.
As Blake waved to her, something appeared in his mind that he had wanted to talk to Nejire about for some time.
"Nejire..."". He swallowed the words he was going to say before he could finish his word. Now that he was thinking about it, he couldn't do it. If he revealed the idea he had in his mind, it could thwart the idea that he needed to talk to Nejire soon.
"Yes, what was it?" Nejire turned her head over her shoulder and looked Blake in the eye with pure, bright eyes.
Blake's eyebrows soured slightly with the girl's pure expression. As he thought, if he came up with the idea, he'd never have that conversation.
"It's nothing, honey." Deciding not to say, Blake had a small smile as he waved his hand slightly towards the girl.
"Hmm?" Nejire's sixth sense, which only women have, began to sing. On a few jumps, she came in front of Blake and leaned forward with her hands tied behind her back.
"There's something. But you're not telling me."
"It's nothing. Come on, let's get you something." Blake was surprised by his girlfriend's sudden sharp feelings but didn't show them on his face. He held Nejire's soft hand and headed outside the door.
But he stopped before he could go a few steps. Nejire's body seemed to be pinned to the ground, difficult to move with the force Blake applied.
"What are you doing Nejire? Recess will be over. "He transferred enough power into his arms not to harm Nejire and tried to pull her away.
Nejire slightly puffed up her cheeks and turned her head away as she gave Blake a steady look. She forcibly let Blake's hand go.
"If you don't tell me what you want, I'm going to stay here. I'm going to stay here even if there's a lesson, even if it's night, and I'm not going to come with you." She continued to talk to Blake as she gave him a smug look.
"And don't even think about taking me by force. I'm going to tie myself up here with my Quirk. So unless you hurt me or knocked me out, you're not going to get me out of here, and I know you're not going to hurt me. I mean...''
"It's ok. Okay, I get it. I'll tell you, just don't use this tactic again." Blake stopped her while he was rubbing his nose belt. He lost it here.
Even though he lost, he would never let Nejire use such a tactic again. He certainly couldn't hurt or harm Nejire and he didn't want his delicate side to be exploited.
"Okay, I promise. Just tell me what you want." Nejire nodded fervently.
"It's just... I was going to say, "Will you live with me?"' Blake explained in a problematic statement. He had no problem living with Nejire, but given what he wanted to talk about soon, it was something he didn't want.
''...'' There was no response from Nejire. She kept looking into Blake's eyes while her heartbeat wildly. She didn't expect the man she loved to make such an offer. It's an offer that makes her very happy.
But what was wrong with that face? Like he had a problem living with her?
'He probably thinks I'm going to refuse.' She couldn't think of another logical answer. They had no problems during their three-year relationship and Blake shouldn't have had any problems living with herself.
She happily accepted, ignoring the bad feelings that his sixth sense conveyed to her heart.
"Yes, I would."
With Nejire's approval, Blake's feelings became more complicated, but he didn't show it on his face. He acted as usual when he rubbed her hair.
"Can I move in tomorrow?" Nejire asked with hope, wanting to move into Blake's house as soon as possible.
"Ok, babe." Blake finally gave up. It was best to take care of everything when the time came.
The day went by in full swing and it was night.
Today was the 6th day of the event. Tomorrow night was the day the event was over, but what mattered was what happened yesterday and today.
Stronger villains appeared and emerged. As of yesterday, they appeared one by one, taking their place at the event and fighting for the trigger. There were no more C-level and lower-level villains playing around, they all knew they had no place in this event anymore.
The last three days of trigger week were a battle of eagles in the sky and lions on the ground. Stray dogs like them should have stepped aside with their experience.
As for the winners earlier in the week, they were robbed by top villains before the time limit was up. The trigger changed hands constantly, and eventually, it ended up in the hands of the strongest of them.
As for Blake, on the second day, he went to war once again and took another trigger. This time, instead of foolishly putting lightning in it, he buried it somewhere he could get it later.
The reason Blake attended the event these days was purely for the experience. He wanted to improve the response speed to various Quirks and sharpen their responses to changing moments.
He was pleased with his decision, as there have been a few people in the last four days who will surprise him.
Blake went through all the procedures and entered the battle arena.
''?'' The battle arena had completely changed. The spectator seats were removed, the old space of the seats was left empty. That gave him more space for people to fight.
That wasn't the only change, the wall a few feet below the roof had been removed and replaced with filmed glass.
As everyone can understand, the VIP's were going to watch this war, and it ignited the villains. As the seriousness of the environment increased, their intention to kill and their willingness to show themselves skyrocketed.
"You already know everything you need to know. You can start at any time." The presenter sounded monotonous, contrary to normal. It didn't change anything whether he did his job or not because there was no change he could say.
Unlike the other men, who rushed forward and rushed into the tube with their mouths watering, Blake began to watch the environment and look out for potential rivals.
And it didn't take long to find it. A man who turned his presses into ice was the perfect opponent for him.
"I have superhuman balance, but does that balance work on ice? He's the perfect opponent to test it." Blake's been improving on his speed in the last few years.
Although his speed never increased, he was able to get used to all his speed and discover a new effect on speed power. He learned at least some of it.
This effect, which he called superhuman agility, not only gave Blake superhuman balance, coordination, and dexterity but also allowed him to make momentary stops and sharp turns while running at high speed.
And what Blake wanted to test was, if he had a superhuman balance, could he run on ice? It's a little silly, but he wanted to test it when he had the chance, rather than be sorry for it in the future.
As he walked towards the man, he increased his speed so that the lightning wouldn't come out.
When he spotted Blake, he hit the ground hard. The ice spread under his bare feet, within 10 meters of him.
Blake focused his attention on his balance and began running at twice the speed of an advanced person. He didn't think running on the ice with his superhuman balance would be a problem.
Flip!
What an idiot, as soon as his foot touched the ice, he slipped and fell to the ground. The momentum was maintained due to his increased speed, causing Blake to drift towards the man.
The man realized he had an opportunity, prepared the knives in both hands, and jumped when Blake was right under him.
As Blake flipped sideways, the man's knives became lodged in blake's previous location. The man turned his body, the knife turned in his hand, and stabbed Blake in the face.
When Blake saw the knife in front of his face, he grabbed the man's arm and punched him in the rib cage.
Pat! Crack!
The heavy punch caused one of the bones in the man's rib cage to break. The breath in the man's lungs left his body. His eyes got wet because of the pain and the breathlessness.
Blake kept punching the guy in the ribcage. He then grabbed his arm and punched him hard in the elbow.
CRACK!
He would continue to punch, ignoring the sound of bone scratching and trembling from the inside, but the man stopped punching him as he tried to stick his knife between his eyebrows.
The man took this opportunity to try to escape. He took advantage of Blake's momentarily lightened grip and quickly pulled his broken arm to his feet.
Blake stood up with the man, but instead of walking towards him, he stood where he was.
'So, balance doesn't help me walk on ice.' Blake almost died. Luckily the response speed was quite fast, otherwise, it could have been skewered.
Blake took a steady step towards the guy. His step was so hard and strong that a footprint formed on the ice.
The guy looked around before he looked at Blake. Quirk's bad guys were too deadly, and while it didn't have much of an impact, any loss of balance could have led to their deaths. The villains, who knew it, were looking at him intending to hunt him down, waiting for him to come out of the war. As long as he gave them an opening, they were going to jump on him.
The man, who had no choice, tightened his grip with his sturdy arm and began walking towards Blake.
Blake continued to walk towards the man with his hard, steady steps. It took him a few seconds to come face to face with the man.
"DIE!" The man was thrown forward with a scream and attacked Blake in the throat.
Blake's taken a stand. The man's knife pointed at his face, grabbed his hand, and pulled him down. He punched her hard in the face.
Know!
He took a hard step next to the guy. He grabbed the stunned man by the waist and arm and threw him over his knee, knocking him to the ground.
He showed no mercy to the man who fell to the ground. He punched him in the face, causing the man to stun. He pressed the hand holding the knife, causing him to forcefully drop the knife, and he took the knife in his hand.
"No," the man tried to deny and shout at his impending death, but Blake didn't care what he was yelling at. As soon as he picked up the knife on the floor, he waved it to his side. With a slight sound of cuts, red flowers bloomed on the ice.
