Chapter 158: ######

Don't worry, the woman who joins the story in this episode will not prolong the main character's departure to the Multi-verse. Very soon this will happen.

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How did that happen? Why was such an apocalyptic scene taking place in front of Blake?

Well, although it doesn't matter to him, we have to go back a bit to know that.

After Blake and A.F.O's battle, Tomura was driven mad by the pain of losing his sensei. Something had snapped in his already unstable mind, which was pushing the limits. He had fallen into darkness the moment he lost his sensei, father, and mentor.

His mind was now completely dulled. There was no chance of salvation, no room to talk. He had become a villain who just wanted to kill someone, destroy the world and turn everything he touched to dust.

He had become the Symbol of Fear.

At least his personality had come to this consistency, but his strength was not enough for that. He didn't go through Kyudai's baptism like in the manga, didn't receive A.F.O's powers, or had mental breakdowns where he could develop his powers. He was just a powerless villain with a completely broken mindset.

But he had to handle it. He should have done it. But how? How could he overcome it? Tomura had thought about this for days in the corner of a room and kept scratching his neck even though it was bleeding.

With his current strength, he could not kill anyone, destroy the world, or avenge his teacher. How exactly would he be able to get stronger in an instant?

Somehow he felt that he should be very strong right now. He didn't know why such an idea had sprouted in his broken mind, but it must have been the terror that everyone should fear right now.

However, a major variable prevented him. What could it be? What should have happened? He thought about it for days and finally concluded.

Blake!

Yes!! YESSSSS!!! BLAKE!, It should have been him. All operations with him had failed.

Although they had failed before, it was mutual. While heroism took a few things, the Villain side also took something. The two sides were ruthlessly trying to bring each other down on a thin line.

However, Blake's presence upset this balance. This selfish man watched the two sides collide on a thin line in the distance, indifferently and intervened at his will. It was neither good nor bad. He was just doing whatever he wanted.

He once stole Dabi from both sides at his will. The other time he had ruined his plans with Nine. He didn't. All the credit to Momo on that occasion, but Tomura wasn't in the mood to think about it.

Finally, he interfered with A.F.O's plans, preventing him from achieving his goals and killing Teka, and then killing A.F.O.

Blake was responsible for everything. Blake was the reason for their failures, their current state of mind, their failure to achieve their goals, the death of their teacher, and the failure of all their plans.

He should have killed him. And he had to be killed most painful way.

But how? How could he imagine killing Blake when he wasn't even as strong as his sensei? He had to get stronger somehow.

After thinking enough to make his head explode, he suddenly lifted his head. His eyes, covered with dirty gray hair, shone with his newfound awareness.

Kyudai! The answer was Kyudai.

As far as he knew, Blake had not killed Kyudai. If he remembers correctly, Kyudai was now locked in extreme security, deep within Tartarus. Blake had unwittingly left Toga after beating her.

He was out of anger, after that incident, Kyudai saw what he was about to face and fell into a coma. Blake hadn't wasted any more time with him and had lost his interest and anger towards him.

As long as he could get it, they could complete their semi-finished chemical tank. This would increase his strength. As for A.F.O's powers, they could have gotten him from his corpse somehow.

He still had a chance to come back and get his revenge. All he had to do was get Kyudai back.

But how? How could he get it?

He thought about it for days and finally came to this conclusion.

As long as he started a rebellion in Tartarus that had nothing to do with Blake, he could have Kyudai back. He was going to ignore a rebellion that had nothing to do with Blake's persona and walk out. As for Kyudai, he must have been done with him already and maybe he didn't even remember his existence.

As long as he got it, he'd be able to go back and regret Blake's indifference.

That was the reason for this revolt.

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Moonlight illuminated Tartarus, where dark clouds were rising. It illuminated the shadows of the dark buildings of Tartarus as much as possible. The loud sounds of ocean waves crashing against the shore could be heard.

"Ahhhh!" Painful cries from Tartarus pierced the night sky and for a moment even drowned out the loud sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore. The madness of laughter followed the cries of pain.

The shouts made the moonlight look very muffled, contrary to what it should have been. Cries, knives in the flesh, and the tickling sounds of limbs snapped, and sirens could be heard all over Tartarus. Gunshots were raging, explosions were constantly occurring, and the island was shaking all over.

Various scenes were taking place between the buildings of Tartarus. The villain was chasing the cops who were desperately fleeing from them through the streets from building to building, or in the center of Tartarus. Everywhere was exploding, the ground was shaking, and various things were gushing out from everywhere because of the various Quirks.

The villain on the streets had their Quirks back. With twisted, hideous happiness they rushed to the cops who were holding them captive. Their gazes burned with killing intent, they yearned to take their lives.

While a few cops and heroes were fighting, most cops were on the run. After all, all the villains brought here were brought by mighty heroes, and the cops who couldn't be compared to those heroes had no choice but to run.

''COME BACK! I WANT TO PLAY WITH YOU.''

"HOW QUICKLY YOU FORGET WHAT YOU DID A FEW DAYS AGO!"

"HAHAHAHA"

''AHHHHHHH!! STAY AWAY!!''

While the villain chased the cops with bloodthirsty expressions, some sought revenge for what they had experienced thus far. And the cops responsible for these events were running away with louder screams than the others.

Blood spattered every few meters, and severed limbs and blood-covered bodies lay in pools of blood. Dead bodies were everywhere in sight, and a sickening smell of blood hung in the air. The atmosphere of Tartarus was filled with blood, brutality, murder, and so on.

SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH!

"Ahhh..." A cop was running as he randomly waved his hands forward as if he wanted to grab the air and run faster. He was looking behind him.

"Hihihihi!!" Behind him was a woman running towards him in the darkness. Her bloodthirsty expression was shadowed by the moonlight aligned above her head, leaving her bright eyes behind. She was reaching toward him as if she wanted to catch her as soon as possible.

She had a crooked smile on her face. The horrible giggle that came out of her lips gave her goosebumps. His back was numb as he ran away. He was sweating wildly, saliva was coming out of his mouth and mucus was coming out of his nose uncontrollably.

As he looked at the woman behind him as he tried his best to escape, he did not realize that he had reached a dead end, formed by the destruction of the walls of Tartarus.

Pat!

Ah!

So he hit rubble, splattered with blood, and stained the wall with blood. He fell on his butt. He didn't just stand there, he didn't dare to do that. The blood flowing from his forehead quickly reached his forehead and reddened his vision.

He suddenly turned around. Red drops of blood splashed into the air, shining like precious crystals in the reflected moonlight.

The moment he turned his back, he saw that the villain woman had jumped at him. Desperately, he closed his eyes, aligned his arms in front of his face in a desperate effort, and lowered his head. He waited helplessly for his approaching death.

But that moment never happened. Before he was ready to face a scorching pain before he died. But for some reason, the other side wasn't attacking him.

'Hm? Why is it so quiet?" Not just the person in front of him, but all the sounds around him were gone. Just a moment ago, the area where blood and screams echoed like a scene from hell was enveloped in absolute silence.

His eyes flickered open and he opened his eyes and looked ahead.

The first thing he saw was the crazy woman in front of him. She couldn't move, she couldn't. Her widened eyes were staring at a certain place, her pupils trembling with fear at what they saw. Even the insane and corrupted ones were crouching where they were, their arms wrapped around their heads, refusing to look at that person.

The man raised an eyebrow, unconsciously looked where they were looking, and saw him.

He was standing in front of the wall of Tartarus, which had a huge hole, studying the surroundings with his half-open eyes. His eyes pierced the darkness of the night, shining like two lanterns, he could be seen the nightfall. His messy hair was blowing randomly in the ocean breeze.

The orange prison suit was perfectly proportioned, unable to hide his masculine body. His sleeves were rolled up so that his muscular arms were exposed. His arms, which are twice as long as most people's arms, were fully muscled in place. His strength and muscles were visible even in the dark of night.

The person who had all this had an emotionless expression on his face that could capture the hearts of most women and girls. However, this did not diminish his charm, on the contrary, it added an untouchable air and made him more attractive than he was.

Behind him was a petite girl who looked pretty cute in her orange prison clothes. Two pairs of sharp canine teeth were evident in her broad grin. She had slender arms and slender legs, and with a lean waist that could be hugged with one hand, she was a beauty to be protected.

However, someone who saw the obsessive love-filled gaze of the man in front of him would never think so. Her cheeks were abnormally red, with black lines under her eyes as if she were in a permanent state of insomnia. Two cute buns on his head were bouncing with every step she took.

They were not alone, with them one more person got out of prison.

The tall woman with a curvy body walked out of the prison, one step at a time. She had short, dark blue hair with lots of messy pink streaks on it, and her short hair hung uncontrollably.

She was equipped with well-trained muscles, though not as much as Rumi's. However, this did not make her appear like a muscular beauty. On the contrary, it had its own charm.

Her purple eyes were framed by eyebrows that were a mixture of lilac and dark blue. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, her exasperated expression slowly breaking as she saw the white moon again and fresh oxygen entered her lungs. She was turning her head left and right, her attention constantly going to other things.

She had never thought that he would be able to see the beauty of the moon herself and taste the salty taste of the ocean breeze for herself again. She raised her hand and brought it to her cheek, lightly wiping the salt water drops from her cheek. She brought her finger to her lips and licked it lightly.

"Salty ... and ... cold..." She spoke as she sucked her thumb. Her gaze was constantly falling on other things, not looking at one place for more than a few seconds. Her head was constantly turning from right to left, and she was experiencing the little excitement of seeing once again things she hadn't seen in years. Her usually exasperated face revealed a cute and precious expression.

She hadn't felt this in years. Although the prison was cold, it was not a natural coldness, but a flow of cold air created by machines. It wasn't that natural, it didn't even smell good. But this flow she feels right now; It was delicious and very enjoyable to smell, and she couldn't get enough of it.

Blake stood there standing in front of him, quietly giving the woman time to live his moment. A few minutes passed in silence, no one dared to interrupt his and the two women's moments. The slaughter had stopped, and there were no more deaths. Even the bad guys who weren't in Blake's sight had stopped their attacks, waiting for Blake to leave.

After a few moments, Blake turned his head to the side and shot a sideways glance at the purple-haired woman over his shoulder. He parted his lips and spoke.

"Are you coming?"

His words awakened the woman who was living her moment. She turned her head and met Blake's tired gaze. Her pupils moved to the right and left, and she glanced briefly to either side. Now that she was outside, she didn't need to react so strongly. The world was there, it wasn't going anywhere, she had plenty of time to experience it.

"Yeah, let's go."

''Good. I want to see the girls. There's still a naughty girl I have to punish." One corner of Blake's lip curled up into a charismatic smile. His raven-black eyes shone with bright sadistic light from the moon. His hands were opening and closing, blood running wildly down his lower body.

He stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the Toga by the neck of his robe, lifting it like a cat. Toga's eyes widened, and her lips curved into a soft "w". Imaginary cat ears appeared. She turned her head to the side and looked at Blake. She didn't reject his move or act reproachfully, just staring at him.

Blake didn't seem to care about her rejection, grabbed her by the neck, and walked over to the other woman. He extended his hand to her.

Unlike Toga, the woman did not want to be picked up like a cat by Blake. So she voluntarily extended her arm to him.

Grap*

However, Blake slid his finger around the nape of her outfit like Toga and lifted her.

Effortlessly lifted by Blake, the woman came face to face with Toga. This reprobated love girl had no problem being picked up by Blake. Her expression faded, she turned her head to Blake and raised her eyebrows, saying quietly, "Really?"

Blake ignored her. He stepped back, and after a second he appeared tens of kilometers away, stepping back, facing the girls. Even then, the afterimage of him clutching the girls like a cat remained intact in his previous place.

The eyes of the two girls, especially the purple-haired woman, adorned with dark blue-violet colors, shone with the lights of the new environment. She could see everything clearly, but her brain couldn't react to it, even if she wanted to say something, her reaction speed couldn't keep up. She couldn't do anything but stare.

It was like the world was in slow motion for her. No, they were moving at an excessive speed. So much so that the people walking the streets unaware of the great uprising in Tartarus were frozen in place and shape.

The roads were relatively full of vehicles. The streets came to life once again. But everything in her vision was frozen. The footsteps of the people walking on the street stopped halfway through, holding their expressions, staying where they were, like a frozen television image.

Vehicles on the road froze in the middle of their journey. A truck driver passing by was about to bite some food while driving, but he just froze. If you looked closely, it could be seen that his foot was half-pressed on the gas.

Half a millisecond passed when she finally reacted. Even then, only her deep blue-violet eyes could move to the left to look at Blake. Their speed was still way beyond what she could react to.

Blake's handsome face was illuminated by the light reflecting from behind him. The dazzling lights behind him, a combination of yellow, red, and various bright lights misted up as she looked at him. In her vision only Blake's lines were clear, and the rest of the colors and people blurred.

VHOSH!

But it was shorter than this moment. In the next millisecond, they disappeared, appearing far away.

Before they had reacted, Blake took another step, reappearing miles away. He did not take any further steps, this was the last step taken. He stopped for a moment.

His stance was extremely sharp. Another object traveling as fast as it would have had to struggle to stop while it was moving at that speed, but it stopped effortlessly. There were no wind and shock waves from momentum, or objects coming from behind because of momentum.

So... he had stopped.

Pat! Pat!

Before the purple-haired woman could react, Blake left the two of them alone. The sound of his shoes hitting the ground in the quiet streets was very loud.

After Blake let go of the two women, he couldn't care less about them. He withdrew his hands, turned around, and headed for the entrance of his house.

After Toga landed on the ground, she looked around. She turned her head to the side and looked at Blake, who was walking away, with a confused expression. She closed her eyes, regaining her old wide smile slowly. She spread her arms wide and followed behind Blake.

It took a moment for the mind-blowing events to fade from her mind. This obsessed girl didn't care for Blake's spectacle that shattered logic and laws of physics, and she didn't want to tire her crazy mindset with it. She chased after her tank of delicious blood and her beloved love Blake, walking further and further away.

The same was not true for the purple-haired woman. She had seen unreasonable people before. Being a descendant of All Might, she had watched him rise and personally watched his battles with the A.F.O.

But their level of irrationality was incomparable to what had just happened. The laws of physics had just been completely ignored. Momentum, acceleration, the law of inertia, air currents, and many other laws of physics had just been thrown out the window.

Even All Might and A.F.O couldn't do that. All of them were creatures dependent on the laws of physics, no matter how strong they were, they could not ignore the rules of the universe. Maybe someone with such a Quirk could do it, but she didn't think such a Quirk existed.

She turned her head to the side, the moon aligned behind her. She looked at the man and the girl, eyes blazing with doubt, surprise, and curiosity as they were getting further and further away from her. The two had already reached the door and were about to enter.

After a quick thought session, she decided to follow them. She wasn't thinking of staying at Blake's house, but at least for a while as a guest at his house, she could find out what kind of environment such an amazing man lived in.

She walked a little faster than usual towards the door. She wonder what kind of house Blake had. To keep him in top shape, he had to have training equipment all around, after all, he had to be training every day to maintain his masculine figure that impressed even her.

And she tough, he lives alone. Someone who was locked in Tartarus like him should not have any relatives, even if he did, they should have moved away from him the moment he entered Tartarus.

In Tartarus, some visitors come to see Blake every day, and he leaves the ward to see the visitors almost several tens of times a day. But the woman didn't think it was those standing next to him.

In her opinion, these must have been people who wanted to cut off contact with him, or relatives who had cut ties with their lawyers. This and similar things happened to every villain who entered Tartarus. Once inside the prison, they were losing their purpose in getting out. There was no future waiting for them there, and most importantly, no people waiting for them to come out.

Blake's handsome face was a glamour machine that could impress every girl. His balanced figure breathed new breath into the MHA people, who were accustomed to seeing men with a pile of muscle every day. Moreover, his icy personality turned him into a female magnet. With all these combinations, he had to be very popular and have a lot of friends before he went to prison.

This being the case, it was only natural for him to be abandoned by all his friends, relatives, and acquaintances after he was imprisoned. No matter how handsome or groundbreakingly beautiful one was, once one entered Tartarus, one would be completely abandoned. It was one of the cruel fates of being the villain.

She came to the house door, put her hand on the doorknob, and went in carelessly. She didn't think it was rude, after all, there was no one else in the house but the two of them.

Click!

"Sorry, ı bothers-" Still, to keep the Japanese respect she'd learned from her family etched into her bones, she apologized in a low, monotonous tone as she entered the house.

"Ahh~~ Blake-nii-san is back."

''Hmm!? And didn't he bring us souvenirs?"

"Nemuri-san, what kind of souvenir do you want from prison exactly?"

'Did you eat well there? Do you want us to prepare a meal?"

"Welcome, Blake."

"Blake, I've taken another level in my power. Come on, let's play a little."

"Blake, can I have your time after Rumi? I have a few questions about chemical interactions, mixing of metals, and radiation."

However, contrary to what she thought, when Blake entered the house, many beautiful women greeted him with a smiling faces. The women had surrounded Blake the moment he entered the house and had begun to talk to him. It was nothing like the desolate and cold life of a normal villain.

She could see that each of the women was surprisingly in love with him. They looked at him like they were everything, their eager expression evident in their eagerness to spend special moments with Blake.

And these feelings were mutual. Blake's expression as he stared at the women had softened in a way she had never seen in the past few days. He was tilting his head slightly to one side, looking at the girls who were showing him various expressions with a soft smile and affectionate gaze.

On the one hand, he did not neglect to speak. He rubbed Eri's head, causing the girl to purr like a cat. He made fun of Nemuri and Fuyumi, greeted Ryukyu, and reject Rei's offer.

He told Momo he couldn't do it today but would be happy to go to the library for an appointment tomorrow. Stars appeared in Momo's eyes, who did not expect such a thing. She nodded fervently, even taking a small pink word from Blake.

As for Rumi, he promised he'd do it later, and he headed towards one of the two girls who didn't show up, the girl who was still lying upside down on the single sofa and watching the TV.

Nejire had been sitting on the couch all along, continuing to watch TV. She didn't react to his arrival, giving her full focus on the television as if she didn't care about her arrival.

But the way her red ears and toes interlocked was giving her away. She was clasping her toes together, tapping her fingers together as if she was impatiently waiting for something.

Blake came over to the girl. His shadow fell on her. Nejire's body visibly trembled. She diverted her attention from the TV and turned her head to look at Blake.

"Blake~~" She spoke in a honeyed tone that he had heard before, that only he can hear for the rest of his life and could not get enough of. She looked at him like a wounded gazelle, her face reddened. She was breathing heavily that could only be heard up close. She rubbed her legs against each other non-stop.

Blake licked his lips eagerly, his lustful gaze fell on her. The girl trembled visibly again, her lips quivering and forming a dreamy smile.

Blake reached out before she had a chance to speak. He wrapped his arm around her waist, which could only be wrapped with one arm. Nejire's pupils trembled violently, losing focus, biting her lower lip passionately after being surrounded by the stiff muscular arm she could feel even through her clothes.

Blake lifted her face forward and placed her on his shoulder. He turned around and headed upstairs so that Nejire's expression was not revealed to the girls.

Chu* Chu* Chu* Chu*

Unable to stand it any longer, Nejire grabbed Blake's head with both hands and bowed her head. She placed a slow but deep kiss on his cheek at first. She pulled her lips back and placed another kiss, and another and another. Each kiss was shorter than the next, and in the end, she kissed him nonstop. She kissed his chin, cheek, forehead, nose, eyes, and lips incessantly. Juicy kissing sounds could be heard clearly.

Watching them from afar, the girls shook their heads helplessly. Nemuri took a step ahead, covering Eri's ear. The innocent girl had her finger pressed to her cheek, watching the two of them go, wondering what they were doing.

"I play with Nejire for a while, those who want to join can come. Those left behind have to sleep elsewhere tonight." Blake came to the front of the stairs and went up without stopping. He raised his hand over his shoulder and waved it casually.

His words caused a few girls' eyes to sparkle. Nemuri covered Eri's ears, Rumi with her arms folded under her chest, and Fuyumi next to Rei, who was watching the two people at the door, nodded to each other. They decided to visit Blake, but they would do so later.

Now they had to meet their two guests.

"Now, could you please introduce yourself to us?" Fuyumi took a step forward and spoke with a friendly expression. Even if they knew one of them, she still asked them to introduce themselves so that newcomers could get to know them.

"HAI-HAI!" Toga shouted with a broad smile and stepped forward. She was very eager to introduce herself. She raised her hand and spoke in an exaggerated tone. Her cheeks were covered with an abnormal redness throughout her speech, with the four molars visible in her every word, attracting the girls' attention.

''Toga Himiko! I am 16.5 years old. I was born on the 7th of August. My height is 1.57. I don't know my blood type. I don't know my body lines either. My favorite thing is to suck blood." Toga introduced herself while maintaining her bright personality. In the last sentence, she stuck out her tongue and pointed at it with her fingers.

She spat without thinking about an unwelcome habit of sucking blood. And she had no problem with that.

The girls' expressions crumpled. They had never thought that someone would shout something like that. However, the other side did not have a problem with this, on the contrary, she continued to give more information every second.

"I'm an S-rank Villain. Did you know that I was sentenced to life imprisonment? It's because I killed dozens of people and-" Toga revealed her dark knowledge without hesitation. It was as if truths that most people couldn't stand were coming out of her mouth as easily as speaking. She was grinning broadly the entire time, occasionally her yellow eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

Fortunately, Nemuri hadn't taken her hand off Eri's ears yet. The innocent girl was turning her head the whole time to the brightly expressive Toga and the girls whose expressions were getting uglier, eyes shifting from one to the other. She had a curious expression, she wanted very much to know what they were talking about, but being a good girl, she knew she couldn't do it until Nemuri had taken her hands off.

''Okay okay. Stop, get on with Blake." Nemuri looked at her with a nervous expression and shook her head. Not only did she didn't want words like that not to be heard by Eri, but she also didn't want to hear them either.

"Blake!!!" However, Toga didn't care. On the contrary, her face lit up when she heard the name of the man she loved. She tiptoed up and down, shaking clenched fists, with an obsessive love that didn't lose to the girls.

'He beat me. He beat me very badly. So much for a second, I thought I was going to die. And he brought me here. But I don't care about them. I am in love with him and I forgave him because of my love for him."

"Why are you in love with him?" Momo took a step forward. She had some understanding of Toga's personality. This girl was as crazy as she was honest. The thing in her head was not working properly and she was acting very naturally as if she had no problem with it.

For people like her, the feeling of love was the last or the first emotion they could ever have. But usually the first was the first, and the second was very difficult to see. She had such a case before her, and she wondered why she fell in love with Blake.

"Because he's the "Beat Maker". He can bring out the injured and beaten people I love so much with just one punch. Bam! Bang! Snap! Bloody people everywhere. I love that he does that." Toga showed an ecstatic expression. In the second half of her words, she imitated the image, for her, of that day's enchantment, with an enthusiastic expression. When she made the "Bam" sound effect, she punched the air, kicked with "Bang" and waved her hand with "Snap!". She supported her crazy speech with just as many crazy hand movements.

The girls couldn't keep up with these expression changes for a moment. Toga's expression change was like a page change. One moment it was different, another moment it was a completely different expression. Toga's crack level was at a level they couldn't even imagine.

"Also, his blood is so good~~. Uncontaminated like holy water, more beautiful than the most delicious fruit. It has a very saturated and rich taste. It doesn't taste like blood at all. I like to drink his blood." She placed her hands on her cheeks, raised her gaze, and her eyes were trembling and her mouth was drooling as if she were living the moment.

Her words end here. Her expression changed again. She took turns looking at the girls' faces with a bright smile that said she didn't see any problem in what she said.

The girls, greeted by her gaze, looked at each other with bitter expressions. They didn't know how to deal with it. Even the smartest of them, Momo, was meeting someone with such a crazy mindset for the first time, and she didn't know how to deal with her.

"Girls, the drinks are ready." Like a savior, Teka came out of the kitchen with a tray. She reached the living room in a few steps, placed the tray on the table, and looked over her shoulder at the girls.

She didn't expect to see two people apart from the girls. Her brows furrowed, and she straightened her posture, intending to ask what had happened. At that moment, Toga started bouncing toward her.

"Oh, juice." She came to her in a few hops and got herself a glass. She completely forgot about the previous conversation. She honestly didn't care about anything but Blake, everything that happened outside of her went in one ear and out the other.

Teka didn't stop him. The frown deepened, and her blue eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as she looked down at the girl trying to get the drink. She turned his head and looked at the girls. Her lava hair took on a yellow hue. She was asking who this lunatic was and whether she should finish her.

All the while, Toga had taken her drink and sat in the armchair, not realizing that she was nose to nose with a tiger.

The girls looked at Toga before answering her. Toga was watching TV with her legs drawn to her chest, a glass of juice in one hand. Contrary to the crazy personality she had just revealed, she had a small smile and muttered while watching TV.

Rumi sighed and casually waved her hand under her arm. She had confirmed that this girl was no longer a threat.

Toga was crazy about Blake and his blood and showed great indifference to everything else. Which was very similar to them. Hurting them that mattered to Blake was the last thing she would do. So it was safe to leave it alone.

At least that's how it was for now. After their night with Blake, Blake would do something to fix it. Also, whether she was at home or outside, her every move was controlled by Blake.

So, with a weary expression, she turned her half-open eyes to the woman who had been watching them and her surroundings silently all along and spoke.

''Well, you? What's your deal, purple-head?"

The woman Rumi called was standing alone in front of the door and watching them. She frowned when she heard Rumi's address, but that was it. She didn't do anything other than an unhappy expression.

She lifted her head and looked at the girls in turn, then looked into Rumi's eyes. Rumi's lips curved upwards, revealing a playful smile. The corner of her lip twitched, she saw the rabbit's provocation, but ignored it and spoke.

"My name is not Purple-head. My name is Kaina Tsutsumi."

Title: Chapter 158: Kaina Tsutsumi.