Chapter 108: Hanbun-deshi

"O-Oh, I'll try this." Blake shivered when he heard the enchanting voice coming from next to him. He lost focus for a moment. However, he didn't run away like any normal person would, rather he corrected his voice, which was slightly shaking with surprise, and nodded in agreement.

He knew he couldn't escape this situation. The owner of the voice was speaking near his ear, with his Lightning Field and sixth sense, few people in the MHA world could do this, and even if he tried to escape from such a person, he would not be able to escape.

So he decided to try what she suggested to him. Well, who knows, maybe it will work.

"You didn't run away." A small surprise appeared in the voice that made the person want to listen more. Blake asked as he tried out what the woman suggested.

"Can I escape?" His speed might have been high, but it was not absolute. Moreover, he was not invincible; Elemental attacks such as Flame and Ice, mental attacks, and attacks of sufficient strength that could reach him could kill him.

The owner of the charming female voice was too fast for even him to notice, or she could teleport. Could he escape such an opponent?

"If I don't want to, no." Her words were mundane, without confidence or arrogance, as if she were speaking the truth. Blake could even imagine the woman shrugging slightly.

"Then there is no point in running away. "After answering the woman, he gave his full attention to his hand. He was determined to acquire the vibrate ability today.

The vibration was one of the most fundamental concepts of the universe. Nikola Tesla once said, "İf you wish to understand the universe, think of energy, frequency, and vibration." Although the vibration did not make one omnipotent, it could provide a great deal of power.

Everything in this universe has a vibrational frequency. Water, air, and even the human body and organs have a frequency, and as long as a person can hold these frequencies, they can control, bend and possibly destroy them.

There's a lot more to be done with vibration, but Blake's goal wasn't that big of a deal. He just wanted to touch the end of the gate to the great realm called vibration. This would make his body tremble, making his body able to pass through matter.

But it was easier said than done. Flesh, blood, bone, and veins could vibrate, but somehow his hand couldn't get under what he thought was the floor and couldn't vibrate.

"Imagine that your hand is made up of countless cubes. The cubes are all connected and combined to form your hand. These cubes are preventing your hand from passing through objects, and they are your target." The woman's sensitive voice reached Blake's ears. Blake's eyebrows twitched slightly, how could such a beautiful voice exist? It was addictive, it stuck in one's mind and made one want to listen more.

Blake diverted his thoughts, acting on what the woman had said. He thought that his hand was made up of innumerable cubes, connected by thin but firm ties, and their union formed his hand.

He channeled his speed power to these cubes. He thought the speed power was touching the cubes and vibrating non-stop. As the cubes began to vibrate, vibration slowly spread his hand. Until in the end his whole hand trembles.

Brrrrrrrrr!!

His hand began to tremble. His hand was vibrating differently than before. As it lost its general outline, the contours that formed his hand became blurred. His hand was translucent as it became permeable and acquired a fuzzy texture.

"Congratulations on achieving your long-term effort." The mature voice was filled with happiness as if she was the one who succeeded. She clapped her hands together and congratulated him on his success in a small way.

"Thanks, ma'am." Blake opened his eyes and looked at her with a faint smile. The first thing he encountered was a pair of red eyes staring at him with interest.

The two bright red eyes were nicer and brighter than the precious stones. Her eyes themselves were beautiful enough to freeze people apart from the domineering and unyielding gaze she contained. Her purple silky hair went down her waist, while she had groats that landed on her face and nose. With her small, shaped nose, thin lips, and sharp jawline, she left the word beauty pale.

The outfit she was wearing wasn't obscene, it was a pretty closed outfit, but she looked hot and sexy because of her body structure and the way it clung to her body. A pair of beautiful and tight chests, which made Blake especially want to palm and squeeze, tickled the lust of the person and the flame in him. Even Blake, who didn't think with his lower body, wondered how his fingers would feel when he squeezed them.

"I'll see you later." Scathach's farewell woke Blake up from the astonishment he had fallen with his beautiful figure.

''See me? Will we see you in the future? More importantly, why did you bring me here in the first place? Is there something you want from me?" He tilted Blake's head to the side. He had realized that Scathach was a very powerful person since she had been able to come to him unnoticed.

Don't underestimate the Lightning Field, every bit of information from this field was being passed on to Blake. From the smallest stone to the movement of a speck of dust, everything was under his control and knowledge. Completely ignoring this, Scathach had managed to get close to him and hide from him until she call out to him.

Blake even had the pretentious thought that Scathach was watching him without hiding from him, but he wouldn't have known it until she said it herself.

He also thought that this place was created by him, at least strong enough to force him here. Blake didn't think he could help such a person but decided to ask anyway.

"Yare~ Yare~, a rather curious and careful student…" Scathach smiled faintly at Blake's questions.

The word 'student' caught Blake's attention, but he decided to ask it after his answers.

"There is something I ask of you, but this is for much later, you must first gain enough power. As for the interview, we will see you in the future as I would like to have you as my student. Well, if you want." While Scathach was firm and firm on most things, when it came to recruiting students, she left the decision up to her students.

Once, when Cú Chulainn came to her to train him, after testing him, she asked for his consent many times and checked to see if he was sure he wanted to be her disciple.

"Student huh…" Blake considered her words as he looked around. He wasn't opposed to being someone's student. He didn't mind being someone else's disciple if it could benefit him.

This was especially true of speed power.

Researching speed power on its own was quite difficult. He didn't know what to do, didn't know the full potential of his speed power, as he hadn't read the flash comic or anything like that in his previous life. He was on a dark road, walking alone with no guides or illuminators like a lantern.

It was his first encounter with Scathach, and she had already unraveled the talent he had been dwelling on for a long time in a few words. Either she knew the speed power, or her experience was too much to understand the problem at a glance, in two cases enough to get Scathach as her teacher.

However, he couldn't take someone he saw for the first time as his teacher. That was common sense and logic.

"There's no need to think so much. We'll meet here a few times and I'll teach you something. If you are still determined to reject me, you can reject me at any time." Scathach raised her beautiful finger like a precious artifact and tapped Blake's forehead to interrupt his thoughts. As Blake's gaze cleared, she explained with a faint smile.

''Ok, then. Thanks in advance." Blake nodded. If she wanted to lure him here later, she could forcibly pull him. Instead of complicating things, he decided to find a middle way. Also, even if he eventually rejected her, his strength would have increased over and over again.

"Again, See you soon, Hambun-deshi." Scathach raised her hand. She smiled at Blake intently as she said an awkward nickname. Her body slowly disappeared, and after a few seconds, she left the area.

Blake opened his mouth to say something but staggered before he had a chance to say anything. This didn't usually happen, he couldn't stagger with speed power or pass out naturally. But he couldn't keep his eyes from closing, his body forcing him to fall into the arms of unconsciousness.

He continued to wobble for several minutes before passing out. His steps were moving in random directions, the previous stepping on a different ground than the next. His thoughts darkened, and his vision was blurring more and more. At the end of 5 minutes, his body fell forward, and his body dispersed in the air before it touched the ground.

''Haha. He even endured it." Before the area endured and vanished, a burst of joyful laughter was heard across the white realm. The sound was spreading more and more in the field, the field was getting smaller as it disappeared. However, even the collapse of the field could not prevent the happiness in the voice.

**

The melancholy mood of the morning hit the bedroom of the Blake household. The warm air that warms the person and makes him sleepy enters through the window and envelops the quintet lying in bed. The chirping of birds entered the bright orange sky and added a different flavor to the melancholy atmosphere in the room.

"Nnng…" A small purr could be heard from the bedroom. Looking into the room, one could see a girl blinking her eyes with huge breasts that girls her age shouldn't have. Her loose hair flowed down her shoulders like her sisters and spread over the chest of the man she was lying on.

Fine-looking eyelashes, like grains of wheat, flickered, and the girl opened her eyes. Her gaze was not clear, yet her blurry gaze could not hide the gleam of intelligence behind it.

The girl raised her sensual figure like a succubus. She placed her hips on the man's calf below her and braced herself by resting her hands on his abs. Her back made a small curve. Her lean, mouth-watering tummy was exposed along with the curve.

She raised one hand and rubbed her eyes with her palm. Her gaze was getting clearer. Her pupils drooped, falling on the white-haired youth who was sleeping indifferently with her adonis-like figure.

Her eyes squinted with love, curled into a crescent shape. She put one hand on her cheek. Her smile darkened the sunlight coming through the window. She hung her head, tucked her hair behind her ear with her finger, and pressed her soft lips to the hard chest of the man she loved.

Despite Blake lying naked, she couldn't understand how his body got so hot. Even her lips, which she pressed and continued to press, remained cold below his perfect body temperature.

"Well, anyway, that's one of his mysteries…" Momo pressed her lips to his chest once again. This time she deliberately made it hard so that a sweet redness appeared on the area of ​​her lips.

Momo put her hands on her sides and raised her head proudly as she admired her masterpiece. Even though there was only one, it was a huge advance for her.

Because that was her way of marking her territory.

It may sound silly, but it was something girls loved to do. Each of them liked to mark their territory in various ways.

Rumi was marking Blake's face and left breast with her body odor and bunny ears. Momo had marked her territory with her lips for the first time today.

Her gaze shifted to Nemuri, who had just joined them. Her eyes widened. Surprisingly, even Nemuri had marked her territory by biting Blake's left shoulder.

"Take this, Chomp*. That's the punishment for pissing me off... Hapu*" No, she seemed to take her anger out on Blake sweetly rather than have her mark her territory. She bit Blake with her little tiger teeth and grinned mischievously.

Momo turned her head slightly and looked at Nejire, who was lying on Blake's shoulder. Nejire had both of her arms wrapped around Blake's arm, and her leg was tucked between his legs. She was sleeping with a sweet melting smile as she inhaled Blake's scent.

Nejire hadn't marked her territory, because she didn't need that. Well, Nejire was Nejire and would always have a place on Blake's right arm. So for her, it would be fair to say that she marked his right arm with her presence.

Momo raised her arms and stretched deeply. A sweet murmur escaped between her closed lips. She glanced at Blake and her sisters before getting out of bed in the warm sun.

It wasn't like she wasn't jealous of Nejire. Every girl in the house knew that Nejire held a special place for Blake. When they asked Blake about this, even he said he didn't know why, but that Nejire was intolerable to him.

She understood that. Nejire's boyish nature was unbearable even for her as a girl. If she was a man, she couldn't help falling in love with her.

Still... she was jealous of her. To occupy such a big and important place in Blake's heart was something Momo wanted to do.

Momo shook her head as she slipped on her school uniform. Jealousy isn't the answer, Blake hated their bad feelings for each other, and she didn't want to hate her future sisters and future half-mothers of her children.

She enjoyed their current relationship and sisterhood very much.

Momo bit the hairgrip tied her hair into a barbed ponytail as usual, then took the hairgrip with one hand and tied her hair. She checked herself in the mirror one last time. After smoothing out her clothes and fanning her spiky ponytail style with her hand, she checked herself in the mirror one last time.

"Hm, nice." Ordinary, but nice. As always but unforgettable. After confirming her style, Momo nodded in satisfaction and headed outside.

At the dinner table, she took the Bento prepared for her. Also at the table were Nejire, Rumi, Fuyumi, Nemuri, and the Bento made for Eri, who had recently joined them. She carefully placed it in her bag.

She was at the door in a few steps. Putting her bag on the floor, she put on her shoes and whispered as she smoothed her shoes with one finger.

"I'm going out." She whispered, even though she knew she wouldn't get an answer. The words reminded her that she had a home to return to.

''See you.''

''Take care of yourself.''

"Rumi-chan, wait for me outside the door. I will come soon. Yawnn*''

'Don't wait for her, she looks like she's going to sleep. I'll bring her. Do what you want.''

"Take care Shoto for me."

''For me too~~~''

But surprisingly, everyone in the house responded to her. Staying in the same room, Fuyumi, Teka, and even the normal human Nemuri greeted her. Most of them sound sleepy, yet they said a few words from upstairs to send her.

"Sure~" Momo opened the door. She let the sunlight in. The sunlight streamed down her shoulders, illuminating her. She narrowed her eyes and smiled. It created an enchanting image.

She went out the door, people in the house did not fall asleep until she had left that street. Even Nemuri, who is the sleepiest, and Rumi, who likes to sleep with the warmth Blake gives her, did not close their eyes until they left that neighborhood safely.

When Momo left the street, the girls took turns returning to their sleep.

It took several long minutes for the girls to finally fall asleep. Rhythmic breathing sounds filled the room again. The heartwarming atmosphere seemed to have settled into the room permanently.

Blake managed to separate the girls from himself as a result of long efforts. His most formidable opponent was Rumi, whose territory had expanded. It had taken him 15 minutes to separate the conjoined rabbit, who was leaning all over his chest and didn't want to leave him.

He patted Rumi's hips. After kissing each of them on the lips, he headed down. Understandably, his thoughts were somewhat complicated.

As he headed for the door, his finger caught on the knit sweater that was in sight. Blake hadn't realized he was doing it, even though he had taken the sweater with him. He was staring absently ahead, thinking about what he had just experienced.

He didn't think about why the glamorous woman wanted to have him as her student, why she was helping him for free, or why she was looking at him as if she were looking after something very precious to him while she was helping him. These were confusing and needed to be thought through.

But what he wondered was, how exactly would he help that woman? What did she want him to do?

He descended the stairs in his thoughts. One foot was on the stairs, one hand resting on the wall, the other still holding the sweater. He swept his pensive gaze across the room to check if Fuyumi and Teka were awake.

There was nobody. Blake walked down the aisle, his free hand wandering over the seat. He sat in the single seat in the living room. He tilted his head back and started stroking the sweater as he stared at the ceiling.

Time passed, and seconds turned into minutes. But no one showed any signs of awakening. The girls were sleeping comfortably with the warmth and lingering scent that Blake had left in the bed.

Tap! tap!

In Blake's thoughts, the sound of footsteps filled his ears. He lifted his head slightly, looking through his hair at the person coming down the stairs.

Teka was walking down the stairs while rubbing her hair. It was obvious from her half-open eyes that she was sleepy. Her hair was brown, unlike the usual time, it looked like cooled lava. However, the roots of her hair were slightly yellowing, showing signs of warming.

Contrary to what was normally a head was short. Teka looked like she was the same height as Blake as she liked to wear high heels, but was a head shorter than him. Her actual height was 1.69.

Despite all this, she had not lost a single piece of her beauty, nobility, and arrogance. Her upright head looked arrogantly at the whole world, her brows furrowed as if she would remain furrowed until the end of time, with a sternness that would make anyone bow their heads.

Her royal blue, faintly glowing eyes held deep friendships that belonged only to their close ones, but an infinite distance and coldness towards strangers.

She was wearing perfectly sitting white pajamas. The two huge mountains stood tall in majesty, making the outfit look tighter than it was. Under her pajamas, she only wore a pink-colored pajama bottom that could not hide her hips.

Her feet were bare, exposing her spotless skin. Her cute little fingers, her art-like foot, were exposed.

Attitude, figure, personality, more, she was revealing with her whole body the word perfect in every way. She had no flaws or weaknesses. She was pure grace and beauty that normal people wouldn't dare approach.

She could collide with the woman Blake saw in her sleep, who wanted to take her as her student.

Teka descended to meet Blake's eyes. She nodded her head slightly and then headed towards the kitchen.

Blake nodded in response to the woman's greeting, then continued to stare at the ceiling. Alone in the darkened hall, he stared at the ceiling, clutching the sweater with both hands and holding it tight.

Having finished making herself a coffee, Teka left the kitchen. She had another coffee in hand for some reason. She opened her mouth to call out to Blake, but the next second she closed her wine-red lips.

She entered the hall, taking particularly weak steps not to make a sound. After placing the coffee in front of Blake, she sat down on the sofa and took a sip as she quietly waited for him to organize his thoughts.

The room was filled with silence again. The two people were hanging out in silence in their way. It took several moments for Blake to organize his thoughts. Teka was sipping her coffee gracefully during this time. Her eyes were closed the entire time, perhaps seizing the little moment and entering a semi-asleep state, perhaps taking this opportunity to organize her thoughts.

"I should have beaten those kids worse..." After a long while, one corner of Blake's lip lifted and he spoke.

Teka scowled, sharp but pleasant as a willow branch. She opened her eyes, her royal blue eyes exposed like two crystals illuminating the room. Her lip moved slightly.

''Why?''

Blake lifted his sweater so Teka could see it and turned it around. Teka turned her gaze to the sweater. On the back of the sweater, several stitches were ripped and torn. It was invisible unless carefully looked at, but once noticed, it was a detail that spoiled the integrity of the outfit.

"Oh, how impressive." Teka's eyebrows twitched pleasantly, she nodded appreciatively.

She had heard what happened yesterday from Fuyumi. She knew how U.A. used the Big 3 to break the arrogance of 1-A students and why Nejire had called Blake. She was aware of the source of the damage to Blake's suit.

Teka was the one who knew Blake's power best. No one could even touch him, or his clothes except for herself and a few others, if he didn't want to, but it was admirable that the 1-A students damaged Blake's outfit, while he was careful not to damage it.

It seems that this generation of U.A. had shiny jewelry.

As Teka daydreamed about the peaceful future, she remembered what Fuyumi had told her. Her gaze involuntarily shifted to Blake, who was staring at the sweater. She lifted the coffee mug from her lips.

Fuyumi had told her how Blake favored Shoto. As his brother-in-law and selfish man, it was only natural for Blake to do this, but Teka, who had lived for many years, sensed a slightly different meaning behind Blake's act.

She had a feeling he was doing it for herself. She knew it was an arrogant thought, but she couldn't help thinking that way.

''Give it to me. I'll fix it for you."