Chapter 106: Fight (1)

I wanted to finish the fighting part in one part, but because there were too many words, I divided it into two parts.

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"Nezu, are you sure about doing this? In Blake's words, he looks like he's going to beat them up pretty badly." Recovery Girl tapped her syringe-shaped walking stick on the ground. A serious expression hung on her face, which was always a thin smile.

The reason she was here was because of Blake. If it was anyone else, Nezu wouldn't have called her, but the presence of Blake, whose personality even he couldn't figure out, made him take some precautions. That was the reason for the existence of other teachers.

He knew that Blake wouldn't do anything to them, but he had to be prepared just in case.

''I am sure. This has to happen." Nezu clasped his small hands behind his back. His small eyes were fixed on Blake, who was challenging them among the students. His hands clenched behind his back unconsciously clenched.

As much as he didn't want it to happen, it had to happen. As long as they could survive this stumbling block under surveillance, they would make great progress without a single hair being harmed.

''Huh... well. I can't convince you. However, is Blake's presence so necessary? You could have pushed Mirio a little harder." Recovery Girl walked over to Nezu. She looked at the students and Blake. The atmosphere was filled with palpable tension, one small move seemed to ignite the battle.

"No, actually, Blake's presence is very necessary." A mysterious smile appeared on Nezu's face. Blake's presence would give them a better impression than they wanted.

"He's an unknown. Mirio, Tamaki, Nejire, and even Momo and Shoto, who had already surpassed them in their classmates, could still swallow it if they were to fight them and beat them. Because they've seen how powerful they are and they're aware of their power." Nezu's slightly high-pitched voice attracted the attention of teachers talking to each other. Trapped in their shadow, Nezu continued to look at Blake.

"When a friend hits you, especially if it's your schoolmate, it doesn't make a big impression. But if an unknown hits them, it will affect them as if 'there are such people out there,' and they will be warier of villains and heroes they don't know."

"Oh..." The heroes shook their heads with understanding. If this was the case, this fight would be very beneficial for them.

While the teachers were talking on their terms, the girls were making a bet on their own.

"How many minutes do you think he will crush them? I say 10 minutes." Nejire was clutching the cane Blake had given her. She suggested as she stared at Blake's majestic figure.

"It shouldn't be much of a problem with his strength." Nemuri squinted her eyes, put her finger on her chin, and after a moment's thought, spoke. '' 15 minutes.''

"I can't enter such a humiliating guessing bet against my friends." Contrary to Momo's words, only 7 fingers were pressing on her cheeks in her hands, which were clutching both cheeks. "17 minutes," she said quietly.

Each of them turned their gaze to Shoto. Shoto, watching silently, was taken aback by the sudden interest. A slightly questioning expression appeared on his blank face.

"I don't know much about Blake. So… I pass." Shoto blankly scratched his cheek.

'Don't do that. Come on, I'll give you some copies." Nemuri patted Shoto's shoulder. If it was before, she would have hugged him from behind and made fun of him. But ever since she was in a relationship with Blake, it was getting harder and harder for her to touch and make fun of men, to be precise, other men.

She could make fun of Blake for days and talk to her about perverse topics, but making fun of other men was no longer as enjoyable as it used to be.

So she just contented herself with stroking his shoulder.

"Blake's physical strength is as strong as Rumi's. Also on martial arts... he is proficient in all martial arts as far as I know." Nemuri looked up at the ceiling and spoke. So she didn't realize that what he said surprised the group of teachers and Shoto.

The group of teachers, All Might, even the calmest Nezu, and the emotionless Shoto looked at Nemuri with apparent shock.

Physical strength as strong as the 6th rank Rumi, proficiency in all martial arts, and lightning Quirk, was Blake still a teenager? Wasn't he just as strong as the All Might's prime?

"Heh... My man's power seems to surprise you, watch and see. Shown here are only his superficial strength." Nemuri cast her flirty glances over the others. Her eyes curled like two crescent moons, her nose slightly raised, and she boasted. It was a good feeling in itself for others to realize and be surprised by Blake's strength.

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Blake stood among the students and looked around. He hadn't taken a single step forward from the start, letting the disciples who were watching him cautiously make their preparations. His half-closed eyes carried a great indifference.

The students swallowed their saliva. Some of their palms were covered with sweat. They couldn't understand why they were feeling so nervous. They had never felt this before. It was like they couldn't beat him no matter how hard they tried.

But how could they accept this? Kirishima, Sato, and Ojiro glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes and shook their heads.

Kirishima's body hardened, his skin and muscles looking like rocks. Sato stuffed a packet of candy into his mouth. His muscles swelled with every step, his strength fivefold. His tail wagged with every step of Ojiro's.

When they came in front of Blake, they attacked with high coordination. Kirishima was the first to attack. With the little momentum he mustered, he hurled herself forward, aligning his arms side by side in front of him.

Blake took a step back. He foiled Kirishima's attack. He dragged his feet on the ground in a half-moon shape and bent his waist, tilting his body back. His hair fluttered uncontrollably with his movements, his clothes were flying. He looked like he was dancing instead of fighting. Amid his dance, he dodges Sato's five-fold strengthened fist.

Sato watched as Blake wriggled from his fist. His eyes locked on Blake's. He could not see any rush or haste, but with absolute calm and indifference, he had eluded his successive attacks without difficulty.

Svish!

As the two watched each other, an attack came from Blake's right. Blake's body was tilted back, parallel to the ground from his knees. This moment of attack was perfect for defeating the opponent.

Blake raised his right hand and waved it randomly.

Slap!

A smack was heard. Ojiro's tail attack was neutralized by a random slap from Blake. But Ojiro did not stop. He pulled his tail behind him. He punched Blake in the throat.

Blake's hand was still in the air from his previous attack. While Blake continued to watch Sato and Kirishima, he pulled his hand back the same way and slapped the incoming punch.

He rose slightly, raising his left leg. He put all the weight of his body on his right foot. He aligned his foot behind Sato's knee and swept across the road.

Sato was prone to leaning forward due to his attack, and his full-body strength was channeled forward. With Blake's sweep, his body fell uncontrollably onto Kirishima. Blake didn't stop, he continued along the way. He swept Sato off his feet, continuing, swept Kirishima's feet as well, and knocked him to the ground.

He didn't stop. He continued to sweep. He straightened his posture as he swept the floor with his feet. After a 270-degree sweep, he lifted his leg to his shoulder and brutally kicked Ojiro.

Ojiro did not dare to take this attack. He knew he couldn't get it. He pushed the ground and jumped back.

Blake's attack reached the ground, but just as it was about to meet the ground, he aligned it with his other foot and landed, as if he had no intention of attacking from the start.

The students did not have time to be surprised. The attacks came one after another.

Tokoyami was running forward while whispering something to Dark Shadow. Dark Shadow has grown in size, leaving behind a loud "Roger".

Dark Shadow's size was several times larger than normal. Like darkness descending on the battlefield, it suffocated Blake and his surroundings with darkness.

Blake's eyes sparkled with a meaningful gleam. He realized what Dark Shadow was intending to do, but did not stop it. He cast a weary glance at the huge shadow shard that had approached him, his hair slightly tossed to the side. His indifferent movements carried great arrogance.

Dark Shadow swung its big hand from left to right. Its speed was reduced in proportion to its size, even slower than slow-motion footage for Blake, who had a lot to do with speed.

Blake did not step back, but a clear-white liquid gushed from the top of Dark Shadow's head. İts target was a few steps behind Blake.

Blake knew at once that it was Mina's acidic juice. With a quick thought, he realized the logic behind the attack. The acid attack aimed to prevent him from going to the rear or to make him panic if he ran to the rear and fall into Dark Shadow's hand.

Unfortunately for them, Blake hadn't intended to escape from the start.

He raised his hand, which was resting lazily beside him, and aligned it on his left. He fearlessly greeted Dark Shadow's palm, twice his size.

BAM!

A loud noise was heard. Blake had successfully caught Dark Shadow's claw attack. The wind from the attack caressed his face, his pupils moved, and he cast a sideways glance at Tokoyomi.

His foot moved slightly to the side. At that moment, a sizzling sound was heard, and a flash of yellow lightning shot out just one step away from the direction Blake had intended to move.

Blake looked at the electric current flashing beside him. Electric currents fell beside him like lightning from the sky and spread across the ground. He could feel the heat of electricity on his cheek that could not hurt him. Filled with a nostalgic feeling. He had seen a similar image when he died.

He stuck his hand into the lightning as if he wanted to hold the electric current. He acted gently as if he were touching his child. The electric currents didn't hurt him when they touched his hands, but instead curled around his skin and entered his body.

"This…" Tokoyomi was surprised. Blake's gentle gesture and the elusive movements of the electric current had taken him by surprise. But before he could react, something happened.

Blake's hand suddenly turned into a fist, and he punched him. At that time, he was just in the middle of taking his step, and he couldn't dodge this attack. The fist reached his face. His vision darkened, and his thoughts fluctuated. He felt as if he had been hit by a truck, his body flying uncontrollably.

''Gahhh!! What a pain…" As Tokoyomi was blown off, all the students and teachers heard was Dark Shadow's voice screaming in pain.

Blake's little figure suddenly emerged from the darkness. His unharmed body was revealed. That's how it looked in the beginning. He was unharmed by the successive attacks, not even the tip of his clothing was torn.

At the same time, Blake's vision improved. He knew how they could see his every step now. Jiro had the tips of his earbuds hooked to the ground. Shoki had his leather wing-shaped arms as much as he could.

Thus, the vibrations that appeared on the ground with his step and the air currents that appeared when he moved his body were heard by the duo and transmitted to Mina and Denki next to them.

"Kuhhh…" A heavy breathing sound came to Blake's ears. He put his feet on the ground, turned his body to the side, and dodges Uraraka's attack, which pounced on him.

Uraraka did not stop. Her eyes narrowed, her gaze sharpening and locking onto Blake like a torpedo that locked onto its target. Her happy face radiated a menacing feel, like a combat-trained fighter.

She punched Blake. She thrust her left hand forward simultaneously between her fist, intent on hitting the other if one attack failed.

Blake slammed her first fist aside with his palm. He grasped the next fist with his palm, and moved it in a semicircle, knocking Uraraka off balance.

Uraraka panicked, trying to regain her balance. She knew that falling here would result in elimination. She couldn't fall, she shouldn't have fallen. However, Blake seemed to be preparing for an attack. With a quick thought, she bent her body forward to accelerate her fall rather than prevent it.

She placed her hands on the ground. She turned her body and kicked Blake's calf.

Blake easily dodges the attack, taking a step back. His left hand clenched into a fist, and Uraraka casually waved it to his left just as he thought he was going to hit him.

When time slowed down, it was possible to see an Ida running at high speed towards Blake. Blake's perfectly timed punch hit him in the face just as he got in front of Blake.

Ida's brows were furrowed, his typical serious expression hanging on his face. The fist slammed into his face, his cheek rippled to center Blake's fist. Ida's expression did not change, he slumped to the side with a serious expression and his body flew sideways. All this time he had a strange seriousness.

Blake turned to his target, Uraraka. However, she used this opportunity to run back and open up between them. Blake took a few steps to reach her, both elbows wrapped in adhesive tape as he raised his hand.

Blake turned his head slightly. His indifferent gaze fell on Sero. Sero was pulling back the bands sticking out of his elbows with all his might. He met Blake's eyes, smiled toothily, and spoke.

"Didn't anyone teach you not to hit girls?"

''Someone teaches. But no one seems to have taught you that compassion for the enemy is the greatest betrayal of oneself. Besides…" Blake didn't resist Sero's tugging. On the contrary, he grasped the tapes, and after wrapping the tapes around his arms so that Sero could not escape, he continued to speak.

"It seems no one has taught you not to catch them unless you're stronger than your opponent." Blake tugged at the tapes. An irresistible force slammed into Sero's arms. His toothy grin turned serious. He increased his strength, but in vain, he was now the one who retreated, and he could not resist it.

Blake strengthened his arms and turned to the side. Sero was dragged by the great force, drifting through the air in a half-moon shape and colliding with the fleeing Uraraka.

''Kya~''

''Sorry.''

The two collided with each other, feeling great pain. Their heads collided, their arms and legs became entangled, and they fell on top of each other, inflicting minor injuries. However, Sero had no problem with that, as he had buried his face between Uraraka's breasts against his will.

Blake ran after them before they had time to gather. With every step he took towards them, the ground cracked and collapsed, revealing small craters.

Sero and Uraraka were caught in a small panic. Blake on them was too scary. But when Blake punched, they had no time to escape.

Uraraka realized the power behind the incoming attack. She grit her teeth put her hands on Sero's shoulders and pushed him to the ground. She bent her body with it. The fist went over her head and hit the wall.

Sero instantly understood the girl's intentions. He pulled her towards him and threw her behind him. Blake turned his body 180 degrees and slammed the back of his fist against the wall where Uraraka's head had just been.

Bam! Crackle!

It collapsed into the wall. Pieces of rubble began to fall to the ground, clouds of dust emerging from Blake's fists. The shards spread like a cobweb on the wall. The stone hill was crumbling from the inside out. And what caused this destruction was a random punch.

Blake continued the same thing. He was constantly turning his body and punching the place where the two were before. Blake's fists had made the stone hill full of craters as if it had been hit by dozens of bombs.

Pushing Sero to the ground once again, Uraraka decided that it couldn't go on like this any longer. Her pupils were moving wildly, she was trying to find a solution to get out of this situation.

After repeating the same thing once again, she found a solution. She pushed Sero to the ground. Sero, accustomed to her movements, raised his hands to hold her and push her forward. However, contrary to his thoughts, Uraraka turned and dashed toward Blake.

She bent her back sharply. She bent her legs and slid forward on her knees. Blake's fist filled with power passed in front of her face. Uraraka could feel the invisible pressure carried by the fist.

She slid down to her knees, touching Blake's exposed arm lightly as she passed Blake. She turned her body, placed her hands on the ground, and clasped her hands together as she continued to slide.

"Get up!" She shouted towards the sky to raise the beast that had been beating them casually all along.

Blake's indifferent expression cracked slightly. He was rising more and more into the sky with each passing second, and he couldn't do anything about it. Gravity was ignoring him, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stay grounded.

As Blake was thinking about what to do, he felt something. How to say, he felt he tapped another direction on his Quirk's development.

"Can I escape gravity?" He put the fight aside and began to think.

Gravity was the greatest force that put pressure on the human body, and also the greatest help that kept it on earth. Gravity was the only thing that kept people on earth and gave them many unknown benefits.

What if Blake could get away with it?

Would he be kicked out of the world? Or could he fly as he wanted?

Fly… This word was always a bit out of reach for Blake, who could run at high speed wherever he wanted. His thing was running. On the ground or in the water, his thing was to run. But flying was a completely different concept.

Maybe there would be a time when he would "run" through the sky, but running and flying were two completely different things.

Mankind has always dreamed of flying as free as a bird. They even invented something like the airplane to achieve this goal, but none of them literally flew.

And as one of those people at the time, Blake's heart pounded with excitement when he realized he could fly.

"Anyway, let's think about that later." He shook his head slightly, clearing his thoughts. However, he was now looking at Uraraka differently.

Uraraka's forehead was covered with sweat from the exhausting running. Her big breasts, pressed under her black sleeveless t-shirt, were constantly heaving. Her brows were furrowed, but she was staring at Blake with indestructible fighting resolve. The tips of her 10 fingers, touching each other, glowed with a dim light.

Blake looked at the girl. He stretched his arms back while ignoring gravity. One corner of his lip curled up.

"You think you've neutralized me. But…" Blake's fingers touched the stone hill wall. His knuckles were slightly bent.

"...is you?'' His knuckles cracked. The area where his fingertips touched was punctured and his fingers went through the holes.

'What is he doing?' Uraraka kept her fingers together, bowing her head as she stared at Blake, who was clinging to the wall.

Sero put his hands on the ground. He looked up at Blake and his condition. At first, he didn't understand what he was doing, but after just a second, his pupils constricted. He crouched down, and a guess that he didn't want to think came to mind.

"It can't be... right?" He was smiling for some reason, and not even himself was aware of it. Just that thought was enough to cover his body with cold sweat.

He parted his trembling lips and intended to warn his friend, but Blake didn't give him that opportunity. He hadn't given them a chance to prepare from the start.

crack! Crack! BOOMMM!! CRACKKKKK!!

The cracking sounds got louder. Everyone's gazes turned to Blake, who was floating in the air. Blake turned his body sharply between stares. There was a difference from before.

He was now carrying a large stone hill in his hand, and this stone hill was hitting the two who were currently standing on the ground.

Holding the stone crest, Blake looked like an ant holding a huge piece of bread. However, while an ant had to make a great effort to hold the piece of bread, Blake hit the hill on the two of them as if it were nothing.

Slowly getting to his feet, Sero's knees trembled and he lost his strength and fell on his butt. How exactly should he have responded to this thing? He had neither physical strength nor any other ability. His only event was to throw sticky tapes, but he couldn't do that. The stone mound was right under his nose. He could neither escape in time nor throw tapes that could stop him.

If there was no power behind it, he could have stopped it. But with Blake behind it, stopping the piece of stone was nothing more than a pipe dream.

Just as he fell into despair, two people from his left and right jumped into the sky. They were like two fireflies thrown into the sun. They looked so small against the huge boulder, yet they dashed at him without fear.

''---Punchh!!''

''DIEEEEE!!''

Bakugo and Midoriya shouted at the same time as they came in front of the huge piece of stone. Bakugo stretched out his hands, chains spread from his sweat glands. His skin turned yellow, and in the next second a wave of explosion and smoke appeared that covered half of the stone.

Midoriya did something less pompous than that. He punched as usual. However, the effect of his fist was completely different from the one before. The fist, easily caught by Blake, shattered the hill as it slammed into the stone hill.

The shock wave spread across the sky. The stone mound held by Blake shattered to such an extent that small pieces of stone were left behind. A great wave of dust descended on the trio like a veil of smoke. He hid them from the view of students and teachers watching from afar.

Watching their fight from afar, the teachers used this time to organize their thoughts, which were shrouded in confusion as the battle paused. Every one of them was in shock, down to their cells.

To their surprise, it wasn't Blake fighting against the students. If it were them, they could fight all of them at once as long as they didn't restrain themselves. However, they could not do so in such a relaxed and natural way.

They admitted that in their fight they would surely be smashed one or two times or several times. The students' coordination and harmony with each other were high. Under extreme coordination, they would fail several times.

However, they could not defeat them so easily and naturally. Blake acted as if he had seen every move of the opponent, guessing one move ahead, and was responding to every move.

In particular, Ida's attack and Denki and Mina's acid attack moved with ease, as if each were playing in his palm. From the beginning, his indifferent and emotionless expression had not been broken for a second, and there had never been a moment when he had panicked. Like a piece of wind, he dodges their attacks, knocking them down.

What surprised them the most was his last attack. Exactly how much physical strength was required to remove that stone mound? This was something that neither a normal student nor most heroes could do.

Blake had damaged the stone hill by punching it throughout the battle. However, it required considerable physical strength to almost uproot the stone hill and to be able to do it in the air without support from the ground.

They had called him here to smash the students' arrogance. They were prepared for anything that could happen. If their motivation was shattered, they would encourage them, and if they despaired, they would support them.

However, they did not think that they would be the ones whose arrogance was shattered on this road. Except for Nemuri and All Might, each one, even Nezu, had an idea.

If in the future this person became an enemy, could they oppose him? Was there anyone who could stop him in All Might's absence?

These thoughts hit Nezu especially hard. He was aware of some of Blake's full strength. He knew that his strength was much greater than that.

His little figure among the teachers trembled, and all his hairs lifted. A seed of thought began to take root in his mind.

Could Blake have been as strong as All Might in his prime?

Unlike them, the girls were in good shape. They knew how strong Blake was. They were also aware of his melee prowess. The three girls here had seen Rumi and Blake fight in close combat for hours every day. For them, this battle was no different from a simple warm-up battle.

Still, it felt different to see Blake casually dominate the entire class. Blake was like an irresistible warrior, and they loved seeing this side of the man they loved.

The dust cloud covered all the stone hills and part of the ground. All that could be heard was the small crackling of stones falling to the ground. There was an eerie stillness in the atmosphere. The presence of the stone hills emitted an unconscious pressure as if they were now harboring a tiger.

The students wondered about the situation of the five friends. They did not think that harm would come to them, but if they "died" they would suffer a great loss in the following fight.

A hand pierced through the cloud of dust filled with eerie stillness. The hand was clean and smooth enough to make the girls jealous, but the tight skin and masculine muscles that showed great power made the students take a step back.

The owner of the hand swung his arm. He tore the veil of dust off himself. Blake showed up. It stood undamaged on top of a solid hill. Not even a cloud of dust could stain his clothes.

Svosh! Svosh! swish! swish!

Four things pierced through the dust cloud. When the students turned their gazes towards them, they saw that these were Bakugo, Midoriya, Sero, and Uraraka.

The first two were in good condition. Of the last two, however, Sero stared blankly ahead, as if discouraged. Uraraka frowned at Blake, waiting for his next attack.

However, Blake did not attack. He waited for them to get together and collect themselves. He looked down on them because of his posture, but the students felt that they were looked down upon by him in every sense.

From the start, they couldn't even touch the hem of her clothing, let alone hurt him. As they gazed at the hill, they were left with mixed feelings. They felt humiliated, despised, and abused.

But most importantly, their arrogance, which the teachers had aimed for from the beginning, had been smashed into bits and ruthlessly stepped on by Blake. It could even be said that a few people were demotivated.

The greatest example was Sero, who, despite surviving the fight, sat on the ground and stared blankly at the ground.

Blake turned his head from right to left as he watched 1-A. His hair swayed to match his little movements. His hands were unknowingly in his pockets. The way he looked down at them made their skin tickle.

''First half is over. We begin the second half of our fight. Come with all your might."