Chapter 150

"So you're finally going to get out of here, huh?" Blake, who was coming down the stairs, heard Scathach's music in his ears. Somehow, no matter how much he heard that voice, he didn't get tired or bored of it.

Blake continued his descent, step by step. His messy hair was bouncing from right to left as he descended the stairs. The shirt jacket he put on his shoulders was swaying with his steps.

He was wearing a white shirt under the shirt-jacket. His well-balanced body structure, the serratus muscles that seemed to be carefully knitted under his armpits, were evident even under his shirt. His column-like legs were covered with black trousers. His clean pure white hair and handsome face stood out when all his outfits came together.

''Yes. It was time, I was too late." Blake turned right at the end of the stairs and started down the stairs once more.

It was very late he should have left long ago. However, successive events prevented him from leaving this world. The Five, Teka's battle, and more had prevented him from leaving this world.

'Then why don't you go now? That woman is healed, the women you desire are beside you, and you are strong enough to survive most worlds. What are you waiting for, Hanbun-deshi?" Scathach was in the middle of a meeting. The seats at the table were full to the brim. Creatures of various races or different types of people filled the table. Scathach was sitting at the far end, her chin propped against the arm of the chair, talking to Blake as she looked at the paper in her hand.

After her words, she bent the paper slightly and looked up at the ceiling. Her gaze pierced the ceiling, stared at Blake millions of light-years away and waited for his answer.

Other people in the room didn't question Teka's silence, they wouldn't dare. They bowed their heads as they silently waited for her to finish her thoughts, some even closed their breathing functions.

"To have Teka finalize her decision." Blake reached the bottom floor. He turned left and right. There was a cafeteria at the end of the left aisle. He headed there.

"Oh, I see." Scathach nodded slightly, her head resting on her hand. She understood what he meant. Her lips formed a beautiful smile.

Blake's approach to Teka by this time would have impressed even a woman with a heart as cold as stone. Slowly but surely, he had made a place in her heart. He didn't run, he didn't rush, he didn't use too much force. He had advanced confidently, one step at a time, stepping back if necessary.

It was like ocean waves crashing against the rock regularly. The rocks were doomed to crumble eventually succumbing to the ocean waves. Teka, who wasn't a rock, was unwilling to succumb to Blake's waves of compassion.

Blake's birthday move had earned him a small place in Teka's heart. Occupying a small area, even at 95/5 (Yoshino/Blake) percent, would make it easier. Over time, with the kindness, love, care, and help he showed her, this proportion had grown.

And after today's battle, Teka had to make a choice. On the one hand, the man who abandoned her, disappointed her many times, and did not respond despite trying to rekindle their relationship many times; On the other side, there was a man who had just entered her life, who gave her nothing but attention and happiness, who respected her at the limit and, unlike her husband, tried to make her brighter instead of drowning in her brilliance.

The choice should have been very easy, but it was very difficult. No matter how well Blake stepped and moved, his opponent was a man who had been Teka's husband for more than half a century. Unlike his friendship of up to a year and a half, Yoshino had spent tens of times more time with Teka than he did.

The experience was his biggest rival, and he needed to make one last but big move to overcome this rival.

And his disciple was doing just that right now.

Making such a long and detailed move showed how planned and intelligent he was, even without advanced brain activity. Blake had long ago put her other disciple behind and was surprising her even more with every new feature she saw.

"Since I am in a good mood this day, I will ignore it. Thank my disciple, I wouldn't have let you go so easily if it wasn't for him. Give the lands back, just obey the orders and punishment I will give you. You've survived death and worse." Scathach, in a good mood, smiled in a way that made even the elders in the room blush. She dropped the paper in her hand.

The paper contained reports of several unauthorized land takeovers. This was the report Blake looked at when he first gained advanced brain activity. She had planned to step on them and destroy their rebellious demeanor, as Blake had suggested before, but her disciple's intelligence had once again surprised and delighted her.

"T-Thanks, my Queen. A thousand thanks to you and your disciple."

"Long live the Queen and her disciple."

"Thanks to the Queen and her disciple."

The creatures in the room suddenly stood up and fell to the ground. They were willing to give back the lands, obey orders, and suffer punishment. What's worse is...

Shiver*

They shuddered at the thought. Tears were flowing from their eyes as they managed to get away with it. They started crying like a child, not caring about their faces

"Send them." Scathach waved her hand at random. She was in no condition to deal with crying middle-aged and old men.

"Roger." The person behind her leaned forward and waved her hand. The crying men in the room disappeared in an instant. The room regained its former calm.

Scathach was staring casually at the empty room. Her red hair cascaded down her shoulders, and a pleasant smile hung on her face, supported by her hand. The loneliness in her eyes, which looked like bright red crystals, gave way to pleasant feelings.

"..." The woman beside her had a questioning expression as she watched her queen silently. Her queen had many disciples, some of whom were known in the Shadow Realm. But none of them could bring out such expressions in her.

The more she looked, the more she became curious and wanted to meet this person. She began to have a desire to ignore her queen's orders and meet the disciple.

Scathach continued to watch Blake, unaware that news of her unknown disciple would spread throughout the Shadow Realm after this meeting. So much so that with only one vague gesture, he had relieved those whose death had been finalized from Scathach's inevitable pain and quelled Scathach's anger.

But that was a story for another time.

**

"..." All Might and the others continued to watch the lightning steadily. The last ten minutes had been spent contemplating how to get past this lightning wall. However, none of them could find a solution.

That didn't mean they just stood there. The heroes who could not find a solution were trying to pass the lightning with various methods. They were using their quirks, getting help from various tools, and some were trying to jump over it.

But their efforts were in vain. Their quirks couldn't even make the lightning flicker. The instruments could not analyze the frequency and structure of the lightning, and those who tried to jump over it were thrown back by the whipping of the lightning. Most of their bodies were covered with burns.

These trials did not break their will or the will of the local people. On the contrary, shouts about his need to be contained were growing, and roars of fear echoed everywhere. The more the people of Japan saw Blake's ingenuity, the more fearful they became.

"Imprison him!"

"Lock his powers, put him in jail."

"Catch him, don't let him hang among us any longer."

Mankind has always been afraid of the unknown, they have always tried to destroy what they could not cope with. It was like that even in history. The witch hunts of their time were always made against people they could not cope with or were afraid of.

There were many examples of this in the MHA world as well. When they learned that Izuku was being targeted by A.F.O in the manga, the people of Japan abandoned him.

One wick was enough for them to do that. It didn't matter what happened, one single reason to fear them, and put their lives in danger was enough for them to leave that person, ignoring what he had done before.

That's why Blake changed the girls' mindset. As long as they were with him, they would certainly be involved in something like this, and when that happened, he didn't want their heroic hearts to be smashed.

Cries of people echoed through the streets. The momentum they had created was rising like a wave into the sky. The heroes' expressions turned solemn, the growing pressure on their shoulders making it difficult for them to breathe.

Feeling the gaze of thousands of red eyes on their back made each of them shudder. Some people were shouting so loudly that their spit smashed into their backs.

Seeing people's reactions, some heroes and Classes 1-A and 1-B were surprised. The red-eyed, roaring people they saw were not the people they were trying to protect. They looked more like a villain than people in need of protection.

They could understand their reasons, but their reaction was extreme. They were blinded by their fear.

"Hang him."

Izuku suddenly turned around and tried to find the person who said the word. However, he did not see that person. There were so many shouts and people that the words were mixed with shouts before they could resonate.

"Oi, Oi, are you serious? What is this?" Denki was turning left and right, looking at people more terrifying than the villain. Cold sweat covered his face, and his wry smile didn't look good at all.

"Terrible…" Mina's voice trembled. Her face contorted with fear. This fear was not against Blake but the people around her.

Pat!

Someone bumped into Mina's shoulder. Mina lost her balance and fell to the ground. Ida bent down to help her and supported her up by the arm.

'Hey, what are you doing? Be careful-" Ida wanted to warn the person, but he stepped back, startled by the expression she saw. Mina covered her face with her hand to protect her from the other side.

The person they were looking at was a man whose forehead was covered with veins. His eyes were red, and every time he roared, saliva spilled out. The other side seemed to want to be eaten alive. His expression frightened the two boys.

All Might look around in distress, exhaling wearily. He supported the bridge of his nose with his hand and began to rub it.

"I knew this was going to happen." Unlike the other heroes, All Might wasn't some idiot who blindly followed justice. He was someone who could fall into Blake's "True Hero" category, knowing the dark side of the world and people and saving them.

He knew that the students would face this one day, but he had not thought it would happen so quickly.

"Open soon... please..." All Might grit his teeth, his shadowy pale blue eyes glinting faintly. His muscular figure looked like he was under a lot of pressure, his broad back in the middle of people wasn't as wide as before. It looked somehow small.

As if his prayers had been heard, the lightning slowly began to disappear. At first, all the lightning began to flicker. They were thrown left and right. After as little as a blink, the lightning bolts above the wall, reaching into the sky and disappeared.

Crackle!

Lightning struck. The gaze of the people and the heroes turned to the place where the lightning sounds were, namely the entrance.

At an unknown moment, the lightning bolts on the door had also disappeared. Because they looked in time, several heroes could see lightning entering the hospital at the last moment.

The crowd of people, like a huge black ocean, fell silent. There was no sound from the people who filled the streets. An eerie calm surrounded the hospital.

People looked at the heroes in front of the hospital door, and they looked at All Might and Endeavor.

The two men watched the door in silence for a while. They took a step forward at the same time. The heroes followed them from behind.

All Might has arrived at your doorstep. He stopped for a moment and stretched out his hand.

His hand was getting closer and closer to the door. Breaths were held, and All Might's hand slid through the door amid strained swallowing sounds.

"Ahh!"

A small cry echoed. But unlike the scream, nothing happened. The subtle lightning bolts, invisible to the eye, disappeared along with the larger ones.

"Come with me." All Might spoke hoarsely. He waved his hand over his shoulder and walked forward, Enji following closely.

The heroes followed the two men from behind. A few swallowed nervously. They didn't understand why they were so tense. They hadn't even entered the patient's outer doors yet.

With great strides, they walked behind the two heroes. They passed through the hospital gate and stepped into the tiger's den.

Tension was on the line. The seriousness was palpable. More than fifty heroes, several cops, and chiefs of police took one step at a time, checking the environment between their steps.

The experienced ones had already drawn their weapons. It was a habit they had ingrained into their bones for years.

"What's this feeling?" The heroes, regardless of who they were, were covered with strange feelings. A pair of indifferent eyes seemed to be watching them. His feathers stood up. Their sixth sense was screaming, as long as they made a wrong move, they would regret it.

They arrived in the middle of the road, nothing had happened until now. However, this was not something to be happy about. On the contrary, they shuddered even more. They acted cautiously as if they were about to be attacked at any moment.

They reached the front of the hospital. Again, there was no attack. This time, they could breathe a sigh of relief. If Blake hadn't attacked them by this stage, they didn't need to be afraid of him attacking later.

As for the sneak attack that could happen when they opened the door, they didn't even think about it. Blake, who was as strong as All Might, even defeated A.F.O, without much effort. One punch was all it took to bring them down, the stealth attack was nothing but a waste of effort.

Criling!

All Might pushed the door open. The heat wave caressed his face. Hospital-specific sterile air tickled his nostrils.

He turned his head to the left. There was no one as he thought. There were neither doctors nor patients.

He turned his head to the right. In this direction, there was a cafeteria where the relatives of the patients could eat and drink.

"There." And right now, the sound of the coffee machine was coming from that cafeteria. Since there was no one here, there was only one person who could be there.

The hero and the police group headed towards the place where the voice came from.

He came to the wall that separated the cafeteria and the hospital. All Might put his hand on the wall and took a deep breath before turning around and encountering that person.

"In that case, I can only throw one punch." He placed his hand over his heart. He gritted his teeth. He didn't intend to fight Blake, but if things got to that point, he could only throw a punch and wouldn't be able to transform into that form for a while after that.

Grg!

The hand gripping the wall tightened. He strengthened his will. He could at least throw a punch. As long as he was a punch, he could have stopped Blake for a moment, even if it meant never getting into that form again.

What would happen after that… frankly, he didn't know and didn't want to know. He decided to hold on to this little reassurance.

"Fu…" He exhaled and without further hesitation, he stepped forward and saw the scene inside.

There were dozens of chairs and tables inside. The inside of the "J" shaped food stand glowed with a yellow light, showing a variety of food better than it was. But there was no one selling the food.

On the other side of the room was a door leading out. Behind the door, there was an area where one could eat outside.

The cafeteria, unlike other areas, contained a human presence. This person, who was the only one, was sitting at a table, crossing his legs, sipping his coffee. A black shirt-jacket hung from his shoulders, which did not fit him, but somehow suited his clothes.

Blake took a sip of the steaming coffee and set it down. He placed his hands on either side of the chair he was sitting on. But he stopped midway through his movements, reaching for the collar of his shirt jacket and bringing it to his nose.

He closed his eyes and took a long breath as if it was the best scent he had ever smelled. The collar of the shirt jacket rested on his nose for several long seconds. Only when he was satisfied did he put it away.

He gripped the coffee cup with two fingers, put it to his lips, and took a small sip.

Clink!

He put the glass on the table. He supported his chin with his fingers and began to look ahead. A pleasant smile hung on his handsome face. His messy white hair bounced lightly with his every move. He seemed unaware of their existence.

He was just standing there drinking tea, but the heroes and cops looking at him through a big monster were watching them. He might not be looking or paying attention to them, but they all had a strange feeling that Blake was watching their every move.

All Might's fists clenched. He took a deep breath before walking toward Blake. Meanwhile, Blake put the coffee to his lips to take a sip.

"Blake." He came over to the table where Blake was sitting. His large figure eclipsed Blake. He looked very small next to the two-meter man.

Blake stopped his movements. He raised an eyebrow and looked up at All Might as he continued to drink the coffee.

Sip*

He took a sip of coffee. He placed his coffee mug on the table and gestured to the empty chair in front of him. After a quick thought, All Might nodded and sat down in the chair.

For a moment no one spoke. Two completely different men faced each other. Someone was like a sun, protector, and idol of hope and justice for people; the other was indifferent and cold-hearted towards strangers. Unlike the sun in front of him, he didn't care about human life.

Two people so different from each other would not meet in normal times. But fate kept forcing them to come together.

"I don't like running around bushes and useless words. How about getting straight to the point?" Blake clasped his hands in front of his face. The corner of his lip curled upwards, a charismatic smile appearing on his handsome face.

All Might did not speak. His head was bowed, his hands forming into fists, slackening the next second. He had a troubled expression, his eyes constantly moving.

The reason he was in so much trouble was that the boy opposite was someone he had trained only a few months ago. He was a student All Might hope to be a hero, who he thought would eradicate the villain by being a senpai to Classes 1-A and 1-B and helping them. To be honest, apart from his personality, he was his favorite student after Midoriya.

Blake was a student All Might hoped to be a hero, who he thought would eradicate the villain by being a senpai to Classes 1-A and 1-B and helping them. To be honest, apart from his personality, he was his favorite student after Midoriya.

However, he had to arrest the person he had high hopes for now. It was as difficult as asking him to arrest Midoriya.

"Hah…" He took a deep breath. He knew it was hard, but as Blake said, it would have been easier to just say it instead of sticking around.

"We need to arrest you, Blake. You will be brought to trial first and all your crimes will be exposed. Then you will be sent to prison. Probably Tartarus." His words were forced out of his throat. His fingers, which he had brought together on the table, were constantly moving.

Blake listened to him quietly. He brought the cup to his lips to sip his coffee from time to time. Instead of having a conversation with All Might that would ruin his future, he seemed to be having a casual conversation.

It was very strange. The prisoner had a neutral expression, sipping his coffee carelessly. But the person who would take him to prison was suffering as if he was the one whose future was darkening. Distant Heroes and the police continued to watch the duo with strange expressions.

"I don't know how much your sentence will be, but given what you've done, your sentence will be… life. And because of your strength, you will be isolated in the most secure prison… Sorry… I cannot prevent it." His words were harsh at first but softened as the words came out of his mouth.

No matter how much he felt sorry for Blake, he was a murderer right now. He was also a murderer who killed more than seventy people. Being soft with murderers wasn't for All Might.

In the second half of his words, however, he began to choke on his emotions.

He deserved to be called the No. 1 Hero, All Might. He had a clear line between good and evil. He wasn't blinded by justice or trying to lure Blake into righteousness like the stupid heroic heroes in other anime. For him, Blake was someone who had to go to jail from the moment he killed the villain.

But he was in a dilemma about how to feel about Blake, who had stepped into both All Might's senses of right and wrong.

"I don't care." Unlike All Might, who was grappling with emotion, Blake shrugged. He continued to sip his coffee casually, sitting comfortably against the armchair. For him, the prison was just a place to stay for a few days.

"D-Don't you care?" All Might lifted its head, revealing a confused face. Didn't Blake care about the things that would ruin his life?

He knew he was strong, but his strength depended on the Quirks. When Quirk was restrained by restraining handcuffs, he would not be able to use his powers. His chances of escaping would be almost zero. [EN: Without Outside İnference.]

Well, it was only natural for him to think like that since he didn't know what speed power was capable of. He and all Japanese people thought that Blake's power depended on the Quirks, and once he was imprisoned in Tartarus, everyone would breathe a sigh of relief.

Blake smiled slightly. He was aware of All Might's thoughts and all he could say was;

"Ignorance is bliss.''

Of course, he didn't say it outwardly. On the contrary, he touched on a different subject.

"If you make a deal with me, I'll be happy to come with you." Blake spread his hands crossed over his legs. Dressed to resemble a mob boss, his words were more eloquent than they should have been.

"Deal..." All Might's eyebrows rose. He wasn't sure what kind of thing Blake would want, but he had a reflection that nothing good was going to happen with the image he was seeing right now.

Blake put his arms on the table, resting his elbows on the table, and aligning his joined hands in front of his face. His raven black eyes, containing a pair of galaxies, adorned his handsome face, gleaming with a mysterious light.

He raised the index finger of his right hand and began to speak. All but a few held their breath and waited for Blake's request. Because of their prejudices towards him, they thought that he would want something or something bad to challenge them.

"I only want one thing from you. Girls won't be affected by what I do. It doesn't matter what you do, but not one of the girls will be subjected to public wrath, ostracism, or hate." Blake's tone turned cold with each word, taking on a shuddering sense of terror. His face went numb, his words cutting through the skin of All Might and the others like ice blades. His smile didn't look like a smile at all.

"T-This... I don't think I can guarantee that..." All Might, who is used to such expressions and has a stronger will than the other heroes, spoke with a troubled expression.

Even he could not contain the gathered rage of the entire country. He was sure that the residents of Japan, who couldn't get enough of Blake's anger, would turn to the girls, and it was impossible to even for him to protect them from all the backlash. He raised his hands and tried to explain it, but Blake's words stopped him.

"You'll guarantee it. All Might, I respect you. That's why I'm making this deal with you. But even if it were you, you can't get me out of here if you don't give me that guarantee. "Blake did not spread any pressure or killing intent to back up his words. A friendly smile hung on his face behind his clasped hands in front of his face.

But no one dared not take him seriously. As he said, not even All Might could take Blake to prison if he didn't want to. Every one of them knew this.

They all had full faith in All Might, but Blake's strength was an unshakable truth. Unfortunately, with the power he had, no one in this world could take him where he didn't want to go.

All Might was well aware of this fact. He sighed and spoke.

"O-Okay, I agree. I swear on my name that the girls will not be affected by the after-effects of your actions.''

Slap!

''Very well. I'm done with that with you." Blake clapped his hands together. He swept away the tension in the room, drawing everyone's attention to himself. He shrugged his shoulders slightly and sat on his shoulders once more with the shirt-jacket movement sliding off his shoulders.

"Next~~" He extended his words, moving his finger for all to see and pointing at Endeavor.

"Until Teka and Fuyumi forgive you, you will not approach my girls again. Even when that happens, you will have very little contact with them. I don't give a fuck if you're Teka's child and Fuyumi's father." He had turned into someone completely different from the one he was talking to All Might. He was somewhat amicable when talking to All Might, but now he had lost all emotion.

"Is that one of your wishes?" Endeavor asked in a stern tone, arms folded in front of him. He had a cold tone of his own, though not as much as Blake's. His furrowed eyebrows and harsh tone made his words more frightening than they were.

"Will?" Blake's body fluttered. In less than a blink, he appeared in front of Endeavor. He didn't look small at all in front of the huge figure. The momentum he carried behind him was strong enough to suffocate him and those behind him.

"This is not a request, this is a threat. If I hear you're doing this, I'll rip your head off." His eyes were wide, his black pupils trembling and shining with murderous intent. Black-red killing intent shot out from his shoulders. The killing intent, so intense that it is liquefied, swept the entire room. The smell of blood made the heroes and cops nauseous.

Blake was serious, no matter where they looked, his gaze, his movements, and his killing intent were serious. It doesn't matter if he's Teka's child, Fuyumi's father, he wouldn't hesitate to cut his head off if he broke his promises.

"Hm." Finishing his words, Blake turned to the side, his killing intent sharply dissipated. The atmosphere became breathable once again. He made his way through the frozen heroes and cops to the exit. His jacket bounced between his steps. Looking over his shoulder, the crowd froze as they stared at the area he had just been at.

He came to the door but did not come out. He turned his head and looked at the group.

"I don't want rumors to spread that I killed you, so hurry up."

The group awoke with his words. Led by All Might, they gathered around him and came to the door. Blake nodded and opened the door and stepped outside. Shocked by Blake's killing intent and seriousness, even Endeavor had no choice but to follow behind them.

"He's out!"

"Look, they got him."

"Thanks to All Might, everything was fine when he arrived."

Flash! Flash! Flash!

As soon as Blake stepped outside, hundreds of camera lights exploded in his face. Various shouts were heard. People were talking about each other, reporters were going live one after another, presenting news in various ways.

Blake watched the human wave from right to left, which looked like a black sea, ignoring the lights bursting into his face. It had to be said that the people of this world had a really strange mindset. It was clear from the way thousands of people in Blake's gaze averted their gazes, but they had gathered here to catch him.

Blake started walking with a playful smile. The group followed him closely. The heroes had already shaken off their fears and had taken their stand so as not to paint a bad image. After all, the image of heroism was everything in the MHA world.

"Finally out, Killer."

"First a traitor, now a murderer. Don't let him stay out any longer."

"Lock him."

"Lock him."

"Lock him."

"Lock him."

"Lock him."

A few voices of protest could also be heard in the crowd. Blake turned his head to the right. People who appeared to belong to many different groups stood in groups among the crowd, holding up pre-made banners that cursed him in various ways and wrote bad things about him. A few even held huge banners holding hands.

"Lock him." The crowd suddenly began to shout in unison. Their shouts made the atmosphere tremble, their roars and shouts hurt the ears of the heroic crowd. A tremendous amount of pressure fell on them. It was getting harder and harder to walk among the thousands of reds, the gaze that wanted to swallow Blake alive.

At the center of all this hatred, Blake was advancing indifferently. People cursed him and wanted him locked up. There were even thousands of people who wanted worse to happen. He kept walking, not caring about any of them.

A little higher up behind the crowd of heroes and Blake, the girls were watching them by the windows. Among them was even Teka in hospital robes, with a jacket draped over her shoulders.

She placed her hand on the glass, exhaling lightly. Her breath misted the glass. Her fingers crawled on the glass and her hand was clenched into a fist.

Pat!

She punched the glass, a very weak punch considering her strength. The glass was not damaged in any way. However, there was something hurt, and it was evident from her painful expression. She was writhing in pain.

Blake continued to walk in front of the hero group. He had a relaxed expression amid his unaffected stance even a bit.

Swish!

In his mood, an object approached him. He tilted his head slightly to the side, dodging the object. The object is bounced on the floor with "Pat! Twap!'' noise and stopped. Blake looked at the object out of the corner of his eye.

It was a piece of a coke can. It was flattened, blackened, and torn, evident that it had been on the ground for a very long time. He's probably been in pain on the floor for a couple of days, maybe a month.

swish! Whosh! swish! Who!

Many objects followed it. Pieces of stone, milk cans, mud balls, tree branches, and even a few newly bought phones, the people of Japan were throwing more and more objects at Blake as they approached.

It was not known who started it first, but the object grew with the effect of the throwing snowball, and what started with a few pieces of objects suddenly turned into thousands. They looked like they wanted to strangle Blake under the trash.

"This is a bit of a headache…" Blake clicked his tongue. With his next step, he tapped his foot harder on the ground.

Pat!

The loud voice had somehow reached the entire crowd. A massive shock wave began at the tip of Blake's shoe and hurled the crowd back, primarily in the direction it was going. Thousands of rubbish coming towards them disappeared as if they had never appeared. A large opening appeared in front of the entrance to the hospital garden. Surprisingly, no one was harmed. The uneasy heroes behind Blake had noticed this.

Blake's shirt jacket was thrown back from his shoulder from the shock wave. Blake put his hand back, grasping the shirt jacket with his index finger. The shirt-jacket was swinging wildly, but it couldn't escape Blake's grasp.

When its swing stopped, Blake placed his arm on his shoulder. He started walking, the footsteps were very loud despite thousands of people. The jacket he held with his finger between his steps fluttered slightly.

''That's better.''

The hero and the police group continued to follow him closely after a moment of surprise. They didn't even have time to be surprised.

However, because of these attitudes, the images that seemed to have taken Blake captive at first evolved into a strange image as Blake took them captive. Fortunately, no one saw it for a while. People were busy getting off the ground, while cameramen were picking up their cameras, which smashed or flew backward.