Chapter 151: Injustice

"They got him."

"Look, this is the killer."

"Mom I'm scared"

A police car was driving through the streets full of people. As he passed through streets full of people, like a black ocean, the people in front of him were getting out of their way and giving way to the police car.

The entity inside the vehicle was afraid to move away from it as if it was carrying a very dangerous virus, but when it got to a safe distance, they would throw whatever they could on the rear window of the vehicle, curse, or talk to each other by pointing at it.

Looking through the window of the car, it was possible to see Blake, who was watching the front with a monotonous expression, supporting his chin with his hand. He didn't care at all about the uproar outside, a few pieces of garbage crashed into the glass. They were sliding down the window, dirtying the glass.

"Hiii!" Instead, the man driving the police car was jumping in fear with every rubbish that hit the car. His eyes were watering, and his hands holding the steering wheel trembled.

The real reason for his fear was the monster behind him. The policeman's back was numb from the chills, even as he stood doing nothing, supporting his chin with his hand. Blake didn't need to do anything, the police's fear of him was enough for him to pass out.

Why me! Why me! Why me! Why me! Why me! Why me! Why me!

This question had been flashing in his mind ever since Blake got in the car. They came here with a total of 36 cops, 15 inspectors, and a few chiefs, but why did he, a rookie who just starting, have to get in the same car as a notorious criminal?

"Grg* Damn them..." He remembered how they all had sent the notorious murderer to him. As if they had much better things to do, they had avoided him and directed him to his vehicle.

But what should he do as a rookie cop? He didn't even feel that the man behind him was a criminal. He felt more like a high-class man he was accompanying. Unlike a criminal, he was comfortable enough to cross one leg over the other.

The rookie cop's pupils flicked sideways and he occasionally watched Blake in the rearview mirror. He has to say that he is so handsome. It was a great achievement to be able to look so manly while having a clean and pleasant complexion like a girl.

But in his eyes, Blake was just a bloody demon. Every time he looked at him, he felt like a bloody hand would reach out to him and rip his neck. Looking outside with a weary expression, the expression looked like a devilish smile to him.

"I won't end this as soon as possible." He unconsciously said in a pleading tone. Watching outside, Blake watched him for a moment from the corner of his eyes as he continued to face forward.

"Fuu…" However, his interest faded very quickly. He exhaled lightly.

Hiii!!

Even this move was enough for the police apprentice to jump into a panic.

The road continued like this. Blake's every little movement made him jump or scream involuntarily. This took minutes. Uncomfortable after a while, Blake covered the area separating the driver's seat and the rear seats with thin lighting strips. They were so thin that the man hadn't even noticed it, but his voice was no longer reaching him.

"Hm." Blake smiled peacefully and looked outside with tired eyes.

He was not watching people outside but was thinking of other things in the depths of his mind as he looked at them. It was more productive to think about plans than to watch such things.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the courthouse. One of the reasons for Fujiya hospital's popularity was its central location. The police, the U.A., the court, and the shopping malls were located at a similar distance to any part of the city, no matter where it was located.

The gray-brown walls of the Court became visible through the windshield of the car. The building, several tens of meters tall, was several hundred meters wide and radiated a serious sense of justice with the various lawyers, judges, and prosecutors flocking inside.

The vehicle was traveling at full speed. Out of the corner of his eye, Blake looked in the rearview mirror and saw an expression on the rookie cop's face that made it clear he wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. He was gritting his teeth like a racer on the last straight.

Two hundred yards from the Court, the Rookie Cop couldn't take it anymore, and unexpectedly for a cop, he hit the brake and the handbrake at the same time, and the car skidded to the side.

Gykkkk!

The vehicle started to slide with an ear-piercing sound. The rear of the vehicle followed a half-moon-shaped course, leaving a black mark on the ground. Smoke was coming out of the rear wheels of the vehicle.

The policeman's body leaned forward to comply with the mobility law. However, Blake ignored the physical laws introduced by the vehicle's rotation and kept standing in the same position.

The rookie cop released the handbrake, and the car stopped abruptly. The cop leaned over, but Blake didn't move an inch.

Clap! bam

The policeman was dizzy but ignored it, opened the car door, and got out. He started running without looking back.

Blake watched the police go for a moment. It didn't take long before his field of vision was covered with crowds of people and exploding strobe lights. The crowd seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Another large crowd had gathered, mostly new people, 25% from the old crowd.

"Sigh*" Watching the space in his vision fill with people, Blake sighed wearily, tilting his body to the side. He randomly opened the car door and took his right leg out of the car. His body followed. He lifted his body so that half of his body was inside the vehicle and looked around.

Wherever he looked, flashes of high light were blasting off his face. His face, illuminated by the bright white light, remained expressionless.

"There it is. KILLER! TRAILER!"

"The DEVIL! THE BLOOD-FEED DEVIL!"

"Give me my father back."

As soon as Blake got out of the car, people's hatred greeted him after flashes. The hatred and envious emotions of the crowd swept over him like an avalanche. His suffocating gaze turned into thousands of knives, trying to pierce his skin and kill him with their gaze. Insults followed each other, everyone said whatever they wanted.

There were even those who blamed him for the deaths unrelated to him and spewed their sadness and hatred at him.

Human beings have many characteristics, and one of them is the instinct to blame or bully the weak. This was true even in nature. The weak were eaten and eliminated by the weak.

Humans did it differently.

Thousands, if not more, had died in the city tonight. All of this was led by the A.F.O and 70+ men Blake had killed. This hatred had to go to them. But the sources of hatred were dead, and people's hatred, sadness, and anger remained within them.

People had to somehow discharge their grief and sadness.

And they did it just as they did in normal life. Husbands, who could not vomit their hatred for their bosses in normal life, would vomit hatred for their weak and powerless wives at home. Because they were afraid to tell their boss, who was more powerful and authoritative than them, what they had accumulated inside.

Blake, who according to them they could not touch or say a word no matter how much they hated him, was powerless the moment he was caught by the heroes.

It was no longer about what was right or wrong. By tacit agreement, Blake had become an object from which the people of Japan could cast their grief, sadness, and hatred. He was all the villains who massacred tonight, he was the cause of the cries of grief that resounded in Japan, he was the "thing" that everyone hated.

"W-we had plans to get married. H-he and I were going to have three children. Why did you take it from me?"

"My arm, why me. All I wanted was to visit my girlfriend."

"Because of people like you, my husband died. What's so hard about being good? Wouldn't it be okay if you were a hero like the others or lived an honest life?"

Some blamed him for their dead husbands/wives. The people who had been injured relatively little and had managed to get here were blaming him for his injuries. But none of them got to Blake.

Except for one.

He wasn't sure who said it, but when he heard the last word, he unconsciously smiled.

Why can't bad guys be good? He wasn't trying to improve himself, nor was he trying to reason for his actions, but as far as he knew, the most villain had been forced to take that path.

They did not tolerate the differences in their mentality, they were like this because they knew the evils of humanity, or they could not stand the abuses of the disgusting evil in humanity. Or the differences in their Quirks had them do it, the Toga, for example.

Except for those who are power-hungry or bothered by what's inside their skulls, every villain had a reason to choose this path.

And maybe one of those reasons was that she was spewing hatred towards him right now.

Of course, he wouldn't tell them that. Firstly, he didn't care, secondly, he saw it as a waste of time. Blake stepped forward with a small, relaxed smile. He decided to leave this to the main character.

Blake's relaxed smile looked like a cheeky smile in the eyes of the enraged crowd watching him. Their anger ignited, this was the last straw.

"YOUUUUUUU!!"

''AHHHHHHHHH!!!''

Various people roared in anger and threw themselves at Blake, unable to hold on any longer. They had lost their reason, they had completely forgotten how powerful he was.

A few people jumped out of the crowd. For some reason, an 18-20-year-old boy, carrying a fruit knife, stood out from the crowd and was thrown at Blake. A middle-aged woman was running with her hands outstretched to Blake, as if she wanted to strangle him, with a wild expression. A muscular man threw himself at Blake, tears streaming down his eyes. The man, aged 25, with his skin flayed and fresh blood flowing from the dressing, rushed to Blake with scalpels that had come from the doctor.

Blake's eyelids closed and opened. When his eyelids opened, two arcs of lightning shot out of your pupils and moved above the pupil.

"Huff... Huff..." Just then, the band of heroes and policemen, who had followed Blake closely but lost him in the sudden gathering of the crowd, emerged from the front of the courthouse. A few have shown the honor of re-introducing oxygen by filling their lungs with oxygen.

"Where's Blake?" Hawks looked to the left, at the entrance to the court. Contrary to what they expected, neither the rookie cop nor Blake was there.

He reflexively turned his head to the right. Time slowed in his sight. He saw several people rushing towards Blake. They were trying to reach Blake in various ways and ways. It was evident from their trembling and randomly moving pupils that they had completely lost their logic.

Blake at their target had stepped forward with a small smile. When they stepped forward, he stopped his steps, his eyes closed. When his eyes opened, a pair of lightning arcs shot out from his pupils and spread sideways above his pupil.

However, his little smile looked a bit cold.

He blinked. When he opened his eyes, the bloody vision Blake had left behind on the night of the day Nejire was wounded filled his vision. He thought of the body and blood exploding before his eyes, he could smell the sickening smell of blood.

"Wait-" He held out his hand and shouted to stop him. He was afraid that he would reveal such an image again.

Whosh!

"So you're here, let's go inside." But before he could finish, Blake appeared in front of him. He walked past them with an exasperated expression and began to climb the court stairs as if nothing had happened.

Ah! KYAAA!! My Arm!! PAT! BLAST! PAT!

And nothing happened. Just as the people thrown at him were about to reach him, they collided with Blake's disappearance and piled up on top of each other. Their cries of pain echoed, and several policemen left the group and went to help them.

The rest followed him. They were getting used to Blake's pace. Also, after seeing so much, his feelings of surprise were numbed. They followed Blake behind and started climbing the stairs.

Only the Hawks remain. Hawks, who were in the middle of the retreating group and the crowd, continued to stare at the attackers who were helped by the police.

So he stopped. He looked down at Blake's increasingly distant back, then at his previous place. He exhaled through his nose, shook his head with a strange smile, and followed them behind.

***

Court Fellowship [It is named in many ways, but in my country, it is called by a similar name.]

A plaintiff can bring a lawsuit against more than one defendant and more than one plaintiff against a defendant together. For this, the plaintiffs must have a legal connection.

"In my case, I think anyone who is involved in my affairs can enter." This thought flashed in his mind when Blake, who was sitting in the prisoner's chair and could see the entire courtroom, saw the number of people on the plaintiff's side.

The largest courtroom had been specially prepared for him, yet the courtroom was packed to the brim. Some spectators were watching from the door or standing. A few tens of claimants were stacked on the sidelines.

Of course, not all of them would stand up and speak in turn. If they were to do so, the case could take several days. A representative who could speak for them all would ask him questions and get answers.

Except for one person. On the far left of all the plaintiffs was a man in a suit. He held the black bag on his knees as if it were his most precious thing.

"Hm?" The man must have noticed her gaze, as he grunted and turned his head to Blake. When he met his eyes, he waved his hand with a bright smile.

Blake stared at the man for a moment. The next second, her interest in the man faded. He was probably planning something on his own, but he wasn't interested in it. No matter what others thought, he was in full control.

If he put the situation at a disadvantage, he wouldn't hesitate to put a dead body or more in his record.

For now, he would watch in silence.

The lawyers were in place, but none of them were for Blake. The lawyers who had entered the room went over to the plaintiffs and waited with their bags in one hand.

Everything that needed to be prepared was being prepared. Someone was constantly coming in and out of the doors on the sides of the courtroom, handing the judges lost papers. Lawyers began meeting with the plaintiffs and speaking to representative Hawks.

At the back of the room, behind the audience seat, dozens of cameramen and reporters were lined up. They were in front of the camera to report the situation every second, they were probably broadcasting live.

"Hi, my name is XXX, I'm live on XXXX right now. As you can see, the trial of the notorious criminal and murderer of more than 70 people, Blake, is almost done. The court committee and the plaintiffs are making their final preparations.''

Among those who broadcast live on Japan's most famous news channel. Framed by the camera were the reporter, the courtroom, and Blake with an exasperated expression.

"I don't know what his crimes are, but the defendant part is full to the end and more continues to come. They've also been talking to their lawyers and writing stuff since the 15 minutes we entered the courtroom. I think inmate Blake's record is pretty hefty."

The reporter's words were heard in most homes in Japan. As expected from the most popular news channel, 8 out of 10 households were watching this channel. The reporter's voice could be heard by people in many households at the same time.

He was also watched by the girls in the hospital.

**

After seeing Blake being taken away, Teka took the girls to the hospital room and told them to get ready. The girls hadn't asked her why, because they knew she wanted to go to court.

Teka wore the clothes Fuyumi brought. A cream-colored outfit, which tightened to her lower chest and made her two lively breasts look sexier, was complemented by a skirt that revealed her beautiful legs. Her milky-white skin was accentuated with heels designed to expose her toes, which looked like two works of art. There were various earrings in her ears and jewelry on her neck that darkened in her beauty.

However, something was missing from this combination. There was no essential part, and it was the jacket Blake was wearing now, but she had no problem with it. Ignoring this, she tidied up her clothes.

"Most of the courtroom is full, everyone has taken their seats and now we are just waiting for the Judge to arrive."

Teka put aside what she was doing and looked at the television. Her brows furrowed deeper at what she saw, her arms folded under her chest. A "+" shaped vein appeared on her forehead.

Fuyumi, who was already prepared, took the woman's arm with a mild expression and tried to calm her down. Teka exhaled through her nose, turned her head, and did not look at the screen any longer.

It was the injustice done to Blake that got on Teka's nerves.

The girls had told most of what they knew about Blake, including his powers. They brought to light the golden world, reincarnation, and the truth about this world, and spoke in detail as Blake did to them.

The only new thing for Teka, who had already heard this speech, was the limit of Blake's power. And frankly, it took her by surprise. She decided to watch Blake's fight for a while.

Unlike her, Rei and Ryukyu were at first overwhelmed by the startling information like the others. What they heard shattered all their understanding.

But at the end of a while, they got out of this mood. As seen in Blake's battle with A.F.O., Blake's power upset the world's logic. Such background and the fact that such things happened beyond their world were not so surprising in the aftermath of the battle.

Still, they wanted to talk to Blake about it and confirm it in their minds. So they asked the girls for some time.

The girls sympathized with them. They had a similar reaction when they first heard this information. The truth of knowledge was such that it would destroy all logical perceptions.

They had also told them about the idea of ​​the journey that Blake was talking about. They said they would leave this world and would not return for a while. The two women were caught in their world, saying they would think about it.

As for Eri, Nejire had taken her to a place where they could be alone during this conversation and talked about the journey. Eri's naive mind didn't need to know any more than that, it was better for a curious kid like her to learn on her own over time.

Eri was hesitant at first about the idea of ​​the journey. Being a smart girl, she guessed what that meant. As long as she accepted, she wouldn't be able to see the people here for a long time.

She also wanted time to think. Nejire happily told her that she could take as long as she wanted and that there was no need to rush. Eri had since withdrawn into her shell, curled into a ball of thought in Rumi's lap.

Although the girls were lost in thought, they understood one thing clearly. Not even the Quirk Locks could hold Blake unless he wanted it. They didn't have to worry about prison, as the girls said, he was going on a 1 week-10 day vacation.

Teka was well aware of this. It was quite surprising that the youth, who had been weaker than her a few months ago, had become so strong that it had even outshined her. However, she was not resentful but rather filled with a strange sense of pride.

Teka hadn't realized that her feelings for Blake had changed drastically after what had just happened. Maybe she did, but she hadn't thought about her feelings yet because she didn't have time to think about it.

Let's get back to the topic.

She knew that Blake could get out of there if he wanted to, but that didn't stop her from getting angry at the injustice done to him.

Even the biggest criminals are given a lawyer, a chance to justify themselves or fight back. There were people in the world who would play the devil's advocate.

But even that wasn't given to Blake. Even if it wasn't his intention, he might have cleared himself if he'd been given an advocate. They were trying to thwart even the slightest resistance Blake would make, sending him to jail before he had a chance to say anything.

"Grandma, everyone is ready. Let's go." Fuyumi tugged at her arm like a child. It was clear from her expression that she wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Hah... OK." Teka's demeanor softened. She sighed lightly and accepted. Fuyumi jumped up, and started dragging her near the girls with a small "Yatta~~".

Tak! Tak! Tak! Tak!

Before they could get out the door, the knocking of the knocker could be heard on the television. The two stopped their steps and looked at the television. The girls waiting for them behind the door looked at the TV when they heard the sound of the knocker. Their heads were aligned on top of each other, with Nejire at the bottom and Rumi at the top.

[And there was the sound of the knocker, announcing the start of the trial. The trial has begun. I'll be sure to tell you moment by moment the trial that will determine the fate of Vicious Killer Blake]

After the knocking, the trial began. The court hearing would not only be famous with the attendees and the defendant, but it would also create a great sensation because of what happened and what was said in the court.