Chapter 96: Vs Time Wraith

"Hm?" Blake looked away from the arcade. His gaze is fixed on a particular building. But he wasn't looking at that building, he was looking at the familiarity he felt from that side.

He realized that there was already a similar one in this world. He didn't know exactly who he was, and why he had come here was a mystery, but because it had nothing to do with him, he didn't feel the need to investigate.

But it felt a little different. He felt a deep fear. It was as if he had encountered one of his natural predators, he had a sense to escape from here.

[K-K-K.O!!]

"Ah, you're cheating." And that feeling has just been thrown out the window. He turned to the arcade in front of him. There was a bloody K.O on the screen. The top right combo counter was 75 and the bottom right number bar was increasing every second.

The trick bunny woman had taken advantage of his absent-mindedness to dare to finish him with a combo attack. He even suspected that she was doing Fatality.

"One moment of inattention can lead you to death, you said so." Rumi gave Blake a sideways glance. Her lips curved upward into a provocative smile. She lifted her head and revealed her arrogance.

Blake wanted to go to the second round and give this woman a nice Fatality, but he held back. Rumi needed to continue her patrol, while he had to meet up with his newcomer natural hunter.

''In two hours! Right here! You and I! The winner will get whatever the other wants to eat.'' Blake raised his pinky finger and suggested assertively.

"Hoho, since when are losers so arrogant." Rumi aligns her hand next to her cheek and grabs Blake's pinky finger after letting out an arrogant laugh.

''OK. I'll make sure I eat until I'm full.

"Don't talk too soon." Blake put his hands on either side of his waist, looking at her with a wide smile. His natural hunter was getting closer and closer, but he was in no hurry.

"Hıhım, I'm looking forward to my dinner." Rumi ignored him. She turned around, rubbing her stomach with her hands, daydreaming about the food she was going to eat. Bunny's ears pricked with interest.

As she drove away, she stopped, turned her head to the side, but did not look at Blake. She was watching the ground and the other side of the street. Hesitantly, she parted her lips and asked.

"Blake...when do you want to visit my family?" Her bunny-shaped boots hit the floor. Her ears turned in Blake's direction. But her gaze continued to look ahead, not giving him a single glance.

"Hm…" Blake put a finger to his chin. He answered without much thought. "How about tomorrow?"

"Why tomorrow?" Blake's words made her realize he wanted tomorrow in particular. Her lips involuntarily formed a smile, she lifted her head and glanced at Blake.

"Haha... tomorrow is a holy day in most religions. It might bring me luck." Blake said with a bittersweet laugh. No matter how brave he was, he tensed when he thought about meeting the family of the woman he loved.

He would tell them that he had a harem, except that it was the first time in his two lives that he had a relationship and the relationship had grown enough to visit families. The probability of their reaction being negative was 95%, and because of that, he was regressing.

"Fufu... don't be nervous. I think you will get along very well with my family." Rumi turned and left. Her shoulders were shaking all the way. It was hilarious and sweet to her that Blake, who could fearlessly face the whole world, was so afraid to meet her parents.

She bounced on her toes. Throughout the patrol, she had the most beautiful smile ever on her face. Her bouncy and cheerful demeanor like a normal girl fascinated the men around her.

Blake's expression faded as Rumi disappeared. His gaze passed the group that was either impressed or frightened by his cold expression and turned to the thing that had been watching for a while.

Yes, his natural hunter had been watching him all along. Noticing his arrival, he had reached him after only a few seconds.

Maybe he didn't attack himself because he was the innocent Rumi who had nothing to do with him. But he had been watching him ever since he had arrived, and hadn't moved a step.

Blake took this opportunity to look at what his natural predator looked like.

He was a black figure. He was slender and had pale, brown-black skin. The flesh stuck to his bones as if he had never eaten a bite in his life. On top of his missing flesh showing dark flesh, he wore a black suit that was stuck to his skin and showed the bones underneath.

What surprised Blake most was that this creature had no lower body. He was floating in the air like a ghost, but at the same time, he had a solid body.

Blake cast a wary glance at the monster before him. There was no emotion in his gaze, all that could be seen was eternal coldness. His messy hair was blowing in the wind, a few strands of hair flashing before his eyes.

The Beast and Blake continued to stare at each other. Like Blake, there was not a single piece of emotion in the monster's gaze, he continued to stare at Blake like a locked bullet, and Blake could get an endless killing intent in his gaze.

It happened in an instant. Blake's eyes widened, he stamped his feet and pushed himself back. Where he had just been, the ghost had clawed at the area of ​​his neck.

The fight began as a broken piece of string. Blake's eyes lit up with a graceful white light, lightning flashed from the corners of his eyes, and he began to dance as the raven-black pupils met in his eyes.

He disappeared again from where it was, but this time he didn't stop. He started to run. The monster again clawed at the area it had just been in.

Roar!

The monster roared before it started chasing Blake. His roar was so strange, it had a raspy sound like a mixture of the helpless wail of thousands of birds and the throaty roar of a human.

He crept behind Blake. Even if he was just floating, his speed was no less than Blake's. It got to him in a matter of seconds.

Blake didn't stop. He took a glance behind him, turned with a sharp turn, and ran along the road. He took a sharp turn once more, sprinted along the steep wall to the top of a building, and the next second descended steeply from the roof and left the building.

He ran and ran, climbed into the building, jumped off the building, the miles chased each other, and kept running. All the distance he had run so far was enough to tour the whole city a few times, but the Ghost did not let him go for a moment.

On the contrary, he was getting closer and closer to him as time passed. In the first few kilometers, the claw attacks were close enough to almost reach his back. At the end of a few tens of kilometers, he was a finger away from his back, and by the hundredth kilometer, the tips of his claws touched his back.

The place where his finger touched began to rot. The tip of his claw had touched his back through the gap that had opened and bruised his taut, clean flesh. His smooth skin wrinkled acquired a brown-gray hue.

Zm!

In an instant, the rotting part of his flesh was torn off. Blake's expression did not change, he did his best to increase his speed as he kept running. He burned the area of ​​the wound with lightning, the wound was healed in a few seconds.

Blake turned his head back at a rate of milliseconds. The monster opened its mouth as if it wanted to swallow him, its voice like bird cries echoing in his ears.

swish!

He waved his paw, his wrinkled finger like a withered twig passed before his eyes. He was only a few centimeters from his eye contact.

It couldn't go on like this any longer. Their battle, where only one would survive, had extended to a downtown park. When Blake got to the middle of the park, he made a sharp U-turn and turned around.

The monster did not react to Blake's sudden return. There was no excitement or killing intent, no desire for Blake's death. He was aiming for nothing but to take his life like a bullet locked on its target, and he showed no emotion for this cause.

Time slowed down. Birds hung in the air, people were talking to each other, and children were playing ball a few meters away. Even the shifting clouds in the sky had stopped. The only things moving in this frosty time were Ghost and Blake.

Blake was suddenly in front of the ghost. White lightning bolts were coming out of his body uncontrollably and re-entering his body. He bent his body to the side at an impossible angle, slipped from the ghost's claw, and raised his fist.

Bam!

The fist hit the ghost. Powerful enough to tear buildings off the ground, this punch didn't seem to have left much of an impact behind it. The ghost's body slightly tilted back.

0.10 seconds.

Blake circled the ghost a few dozen times and reappeared next to him. He brutally punched his armpit area. If that punch had hit someone else, not only would his arm have been severed, but his attack would have hurt his heart.

0.37 seconds!

Accompanied by the graceful milk-white lightning sliver, he made several tens more rounds and punched the side of the ghost's head. Not letting the momentum and power behind his fist dissipate, he appeared on the other side of his body and punched the other side of his head.

0.52 seconds!

Blake spun around the ghost. As the ghost faced the impact of previous attacks, it was as if it had been locked in a lightning cage. Blake finished the tour and kicked the ghost in the chest.

0.79 seconds!

Smoke was coming out of Blake's shoes, the hems of his clothes flared from excessive friction. The back of his suit was engulfed in flames, and another piece was burning every 0.10 seconds.

When his attack hit the monster, it instantly reached the ground and kept spinning. This time, ten laps were not enough. Ten laps, a hundred laps, a thousand laps, Blake did his best at Mac 3 speed in 0.20 seconds and did a full 1579 spins.

He came before the beast. He didn't stop, pushing the ground with his fingertips and throwing his body into the air. His body tilted forward and rotated 360 degrees and repeated this movement. Added spin power to momentum. It was the scariest attack he had ever done.

He folded his hands in the air. His gaze had not fluttered since the beginning of the war, his face was utterly calm and cold. Contrary to his emotions and her heart, which were in chaos from the encounter with his natural predator, his logic remained intact for a single second.

0.99 seconds!

BAM!

With a loud sound, his heavy attack hit the back of his head, which was the weakest part of the human head. In this region where time slowed down, there was no other effect other than a loud sound.

Blake's body continued to fall. When he reached the ground, he put one hand on the ground and stopped his fall.

1 second!

He jumped forward. By the time the second ended, he had already left the area and was walking away.

Time continued to flow. Birds soared into the sky, children continued to play ball, and acquaintances were talking to each other.

BOOM! CRACK! BAM! BAM!

However, this only lasted a few seconds. The aftershocks of Blake's attacks finally appeared.

The impact of his first punch, carrying all his momentum, forcibly uprooted dozens of trees and many benches, flying with a shock wave. A shock wave emerged from behind the ghost, starting from his body and spreading sideways, ripping off the concrete floor like a piece of leather.

His punch in the armpit area left a huge shock wave behind him. It sounded like an airplane had barely exceeded the speed of sound, dozens of birds fell to the ground from the shock wave.

The attack from both sides of his head caught in a line right in the middle of the ghost's body, heading towards the ground and sky. The ground shattered for tens of meters, and the clouds in the sky split in two.

Finally, his last attack, which was one of his strongest attacks. A large crater appeared with the center ghostly. Pieces of stone were crumbling every second, and the park, which could be defined as a monument of beauty, was collapsing with every second.

But strangely, no one was killed or injured. The shock wave of the first attack had swept away every person in the surrounding area, clearing the environment of innocent people. Well, there were a few injured among those who were blown away by the shock wave but nothing could be done about them.

A few seconds ago, the beautiful park that could be described as paradise on earth had given way to chaos and destruction.

Standing in the middle of the massive crater, the Ghost disappeared after recovering from the aftershocks of the attacks. He wasn't even bleeding, let alone being hurt. He began to float after Blake.

It didn't take long to reach him.

Even if it reached him, it was very difficult to bridge the gap between them. There would always be a few finger-long gaps, and even if he could close it over time, Blake would stop and attack him like the previous time.

For a while, they turned certain parts of the city into ruins. Blake has decided to put an end to it now in their fourth round.

He had attacked in heavy ways many times. At the end of the fourth round, even the strongest attack in his life could not damage the ghost in front of him.

"Even if my attacks affect him, he doesn't do any harm. However, this does not mean that his body is durable it is very fragile, but physical attacks cannot affect him. However, it cannot affect him in physical attacks such as lightning. Then...''

Blake hung upright from the spotless glass of a building that jutted into the sky. His gaze was fixed on the phantom soaring up through the windows of the building, drawing nearer to him. He continued his guesses.

"This ghost has nothing to do with the ghosts I was thinking of. Attacks against the known ghost will not work against him. In this case, it's most likely attack, vibration, or sound attacks." Blake shrugged and threw himself out the window. His figure, bathed in sunlight, was reflected in the building's windows.

His body continued to float forward, his gaze unwavering. Indifferently he stepped aboard a news helicopter going to record the wreckage of his previous battles. Time had slowed down for him long ago, and he stepped comfortably onto the propeller.

"I can vibrate, but for that, I have to touch it. He started reading my movements after my last four attacks, and I doubt he'll let me touch him again." He shrugged and jumped. The propeller made a full revolution in slow motion, stepping back into the propeller that had been under his feet a second before, in perfect timing.

"Only Nejire and Momo can help me in this situation. Nejire is home and I don't want to bring this thing into my house. Then let's go to Momo. She should be at school right now." He jumped and fell into the arms of gravity. His body was falling uncontrollably, his clothes and hair swaying in the opposite direction of his fall.

His expression did not change, he turned his body in the air. He bent his foot, his fingertips touching the surface of the nearby building. That was enough, the white light illuminated the sky. The next second he appeared at the end of the street, miles from the building.

His target was the U.A.

**

In class 1-A at U.A, Aizawa was in the middle of lecturing students. Class 1-A's lesson today was their response to an emergency attack. He was giving information to his students about how to respond to a sudden attack, how to appoint a person, and what are the priorities.

Students were enthusiastically taking notes. Even Bakugo was taking notes with focus, listening to Aizawa with a serious expression.

1-A students were no longer 1-A due to recent events. There were developments in the mentality of each of them. They were getting rid of their childish attitudes and becoming real adults and heroes.

Momo was taking notes with a serious expression. Occasionally she would raise her head and look at the board, copying what Aizawa had drawn on the board. In terms of strength, she might be stronger than anyone else in this room, including Aizawa, but she knew that she still had a long way to go to become a true hero.

Her hand was moving swiftly, the words appearing one after another on the paper. While writing, her hand accidentally hit her eraser, causing it to fall to the ground.

She took the pencil in her other hand, bending down and reaching for the eraser as she wrote in one hand.

"Hm?" She was able to reach the eraser, but then her fingers touched the finger of another person trying to pick it up.

Sher emoved her gaze from her notebook and looked at the person her fingertips had touched. The other side looked at her.

It was Mineta who intended to pick up the eraser on the floor. In the middle of his writing, he saw an eraser fall on the floor. Thinking it was Shoto's, he took it intending to give it back to him.

He hadn't thought that the eraser was owned by Momo.

His pupils constricted, he quickly let go of the eraser and went back to writing. He occasionally cast a sideways glance at Momo, the tension in his gaze evident.

Momo shook her head, smiling helplessly. She took her eraser and continued writing.

Mineta's current movement was something she had gotten used to over the past few months, and unlike her initial reaction, she was numb.

Considering her boyfriend, she thought it was very normal. If she had not known Blake personally, even she might fear him and hesitated to interact with those associated with him.

After Blake's move four months ago, everyone in Class 1-A had distanced themselves from her. Even though they knew Momo wasn't the culprit here, they were even afraid to approach Momo when they thought of Blake and what he had done.

[EN: In the manga, I know they didn't do such a thing when Midoriya was marked by the All For One, but remember that Momo mostly spends time with Blake and House Blake. As a result of the training she received from Blake, she can easily respond to the events in the Arcs and finish off the villain before her friends can respond. As a result, she could not find the opportunity to develop a relationship of togetherness and trust with her friends, which should be in the main story. To them, Momo is nothing more than a classmate with a nuclear bomb behind her.]

It hurt at first, but when she talked to the girls about it, she learned to ignore it.

"If the other party wants to be friends with you, they won't run away from you as if you were guilty when you're not. If that's what they're doing, let them go. They are not worth being friends."

These words were spoken by Nejire, who spent the most time with Blake. She was having the same problems as her. Apart from Tamaki and Mirio, she had no friends left at school, but that was okay.

If they're excluding her for something she didn't do, so be it, let them go. Neither side lost anything.

Momo had problems at first, but as time passed, she got used to it. In time, she realized that she didn't need a friend much. There were a lot of people in the house with whom she could have a pleasant time. Having arrived in Blake, she would have no trouble having a good time and enjoying her youth.

Love you~~ Love you~~ Love you~~

As Momo continued to write with focus, the phone melody she had set up specifically for Blake rang. Everyone's eyes turned to her, including Aizawa.

Momo waved to everyone with a wry smile and took the phone from her pocket. If anyone else had called, she could have hung up. But the caller was Blake. She knew he wouldn't call her at school time for anything useless.

It had to be something important.

"Hello, Blake. Something important? I'm in class right now-" Momo put the phone to her ear and lowered her stance, whispering.

Her words were cut short. Her gaze grew more and more serious.

''OK. I'm going out right now."

She finished speaking, put the phone in her pocket, and stood up. Aizawa's tired eyes narrowed, trying to understand what Momo was doing.

Momo didn't care about her and the other students. She headed for the door. Ignoring Aizawa's red eyes, which were dimming and glowing with a menacing glow, she reached the door and grabbed the doorknob.

Fwip!

In a small voice, the doorknob was gripped with a strip. Momo withdrew her fingers and looked over her shoulder into Aizawa's narrowed eyes.

''Momo Yaoyorozu! What do you think you're doing? Sit down now!" Aizawa was holding the other end of the strip numbly. Although he had a tired expression on his face, his gaze was serious.

U.A gave students a lot of freedom, but that didn't mean students could do whatever they wanted. No student could leave the class at will, without the principal's permission or something urgent.

"I'm sorry Aizawa-sensei. I have something important to do." Momo's hand flashed with a multitude of lights. A sharp scalpel made of titanium formed in her hand.

She waved her hand lightly. The titanium scalpel cut Aizawa's scarf as a knife dipped in hot butter.

Fwip!

Of course, Aizawa wasn't going to let her go that easily. Another strip came and closed the doorknob. Stripes one, two, and three… one after the other, closing the doorknob.

"Momo Yaoyorozu, get back to your seat now. Do you know that this move could get you kicked out of school?" Aizawa's voice had risen, he was no longer holding the strips numbly but was grasping them with both hands.

Momo's actions wouldn't have gotten her expelled as she said. She hadn't made a huge mistake in the end and considering her near-perfect grades, it was a waste to throw her out for a mere act.

However, this move could lead to her expulsion from school in the future. Aizawa didn't want someone as bright as Momo, who had the potential to be a great hero, expelled from school. Especially when you consider its recent rocket-like development.

His red eyes sparkled when they met Momo's. He activated his Quirk and deleted Momo's Quirk. However, the scalpel in Momo's hand was intact, it was no longer attached to Momo's Quirk as the Scalpel was formed long ago.

"I'm sorry Aizawa-sensei. I can't do that." Momo shooked her head and apologized. She waved her hand repeatedly. The scalpel cut the strips without difficulty. To the bewilderment of the students and Aizawa, she came out after opening the door.

Being expelled from school was not a big problem for her. She had long surpassed her peers in the use of her Quirk and power. She had a lot of room for improvement and there were Blake, Nejire, Teka, Rumi, and Fuyumi at home who could help her.

Hero training was similar. These five could easily have given her all the education the school could give.

Also, U.A wasn't the only hero school in Japan. It was the best, but not the only one. There were several pro-hero schools. With her background and personal strength, all she had to do was announce she was going to a new school, and schools would line up to recruit her.

When Momo got out of the door, to the surprise of the students and Aizawa, she went to the window opposite the door and jumped out of the window. A small parachute appeared on her back and slowed her fall.

She landed. She quickly took out her parachute bag and headed to the field. She had to move fast, Blake had to get here in a few seconds with his speed, and at least lay the groundwork.

She bent her body, made her body as small as possible, and ran, shortening the drag area as much as possible. Her speed was faster than usual. Her hand shone with a multitude of light, she swung her hand away.

She kept waving her hands in various places. Small black balls were coming out of her hand and falling into various spots. Each ball was connected to the multiple lights in her hand by a thread that glowed with multiple lights.

She moved to the edge of the court, shaking her head in satisfaction after one last check on what she had done.

''With this-''

"Hoh, as expected my Momo." Momo's words were cut off by a voice beside her. She turned her head back. A naked upper body Blake greeted her.

Blake nodded after looking at what Momo had done. As expected of her lover, the entire field was now under her control. With a single thought, the things she wanted would be transmitted through multiple luminous strings and would appear in balls thrown across the field.

With that, it wasn't hard to bombard or poison a villain for as long as she wanted to.

"What do you want me to do-" Momo chuckled sweetly at Blake's word. She blinked, intending to ask Blake as she opened her eyes, but all color faded from her face with what she saw behind Blake.

Right next to Blake was a ghostly figure staring at him like a predator. The lower half of his body was absent, while the upper half was emaciated. The skin was clinging to the flesh, revealing the hollow pieces on his horse. His skin was about to be torn apart, and some pieces of flesh had been torn off from his face. The outfit he was wearing was brown-black, making his look even scarier.

Worst of all, he had no eyes. The eye part was covered with two pieces of skin and flesh. The whole figure was the scariest thing Momo had ever seen.

Blake seemed unaware of what was happening next to him. He kept staring at Momo's little masterpiece and was praising his lover.

Momo did not intend to warn him. She knew that Blake was aware of what was next to her. She tightened her grip on the glowing strings of multiple lights as she waited for Blake's next words.

Blake's eyes gleamed with appreciation. His words were cut off in an instant. He nodded appreciatively to Momo before he disappeared. He was very pleased with this move Momo.

The next second he disappeared. The ghost disappeared with him.

Blake had disappeared, leaving a white streak behind. The lane was running at an extreme speed across the entire course. It would circle, spin in a "∞" shape, suddenly change direction and run straight, or make a small circle before turning sharply.

He toured the entire field many times. With each turn, Momo's nerves were getting worse. She swallowed loudly. She gripped the strings with both hands, her pupils trying to follow the white stripe, but failed.

"Build a device that can vibrate. Align each tool in the center of the court." Momo heard Blake's voice in her ear. The next second, her hair was blown away by two objects passing at high speed.

Momo took action as soon as she regained consciousness. Her soft hands glowed with multiple lights. Multiple lights stretched along the strings and went into balls. The balls were black on the outside but filled with multiple lights inside. It instantly disintegrated into vibrating tools.

The instruments resembled a miniaturized military cannon. But the inside of the cannon's muzzle was covered with black metal, which was getting smaller and smaller and was embroidered with strips.

The tools got smaller with each passing second, but the vibration it could unleash was getting bigger and bigger.

"I'm ready." Momo waited until it reached a satisfactory level. She stopped shrinking the cannons and randomly shouted.

The white stripe had long since left the training ground, running along the walls and roof of the school. Blake turned his head to Momo at the girl's shout. His lips curved upwards, his speed slowing instantly.

Ghost seized this opportunity. He suddenly appeared next to Blake and waved his paw.

Blake let the attack hit him. His body swung like a kite with a broken tether, crashing into the field.

The ground field shook violently. The explosion sound echoed throughout the U.A. The whole school was startled by the explosion, students flocked to the windows and tried to see what was going on outside. Some even took out their phones.

The center of the field was covered in a large cloud of dust from Blake's impact. Seeing what was going on inside was difficult for the nearest Momo. Momo unconsciously stepped forward, holding herself back the next second. She knew Blake would have a plan, she grits her teeth, forcing herself to stand still.

Without hesitation, the ghost followed Blake into the cloud of dust. Instantly, explosions were heard, and a cloud of dust was growing due to the powerful shock wave.

After a few seconds, a figure popped out of the dust cloud. The students' and Momo's gazes fell upon the person who had been hurled out of the dust cloud.

The figure emerging from the dust cloud was a ghost. The ghost hit the wall. The ghost hung in midair as it crashed into the wall. He looked in Blake's direction.

Everyone's eyes turned to dust with him. A frightening silence covered the dust cloud. Momo took the next step, if nothing happened, she would drop everything and go to Blake.

At that moment, an arm pierced the cloud of dust. The cloud of dust swept away with the swing of the arm, revealing the person behind it.

Blake just stood there unscathed. His upper half was bare, and the clothes covering his lower body were in flames. The well-balanced muscles of his solid upper body formed a domineering domineering figure in the sunlight. There was a certain indifference on his handsome face.

Even when he encountered his natural predator, he was not afraid or nervous. He was just another enemy he had to fight, and as before, either he was going to die or he was going to die. And Blake had no intention of dying.

Blake could have caught the ghost with this attack, but he chose not to. If he somehow got away with it, he wouldn't have a second chance. The ghost looked like a mindless creature, but beneath its mindlessness was a creature that could learn and evolve.

Once it got away, he wouldn't give him another chance.

The ghost attacked again. This time, his claw followed a certain trajectory, slowly improving itself after thousands of collisions.

Blake dragged his foot to the side. The earth was forcibly pushed, the melancholy sound of stone fragments being forcibly crushed.

It all happened before the students and Momo had a chance to stretch. The ghost appeared in front of Blake. The next second, the Ghost was forcefully pressed to the ground by Blake.

Momo immediately took action. She created a remote in her hand, pressed the activation button when one-third of the remote was formed

The mouths of the vehicles, which were no longer cannon-like, began to tremble. Visible vibrational waves sealed off the entire space, leaving no space for them to escape. Except for one, of course, Momo had left it so Blake could escape.

Blake disappeared and appeared next to Momo a second later. He didn't wait for Momo to move. He pressed the button of the one-third-formed remote and fired the last weapon.

The ghost suddenly appeared in front of Blake and Momo. He roared a roar that sounded like thousands of birds screaming at the same time, causing Momo to lose her sense of hearing.

The monster was several meters away from their faces, but that distance seemed like an impenetrable void. The subtle vibrations of the instrument in front of them kept the ghost away from them.

As the seconds passed, the vibrations grew stronger. Fearlessly furring them at first, the ghost retreated a meter every second. After only one minute, it was pressed into the center. His body was shaking violently, his fragile body showing signs of disintegration.

Blake took the completed remote from Momo's hands. He gradually turned the knob that adjusted the intensity of the vibrations and played with its settings until the monster did not dissipate.

He handed the remote to Momo. He stretched his arms and headed towards the middle, but before he could go any further, he encountered a familiar figure.

"Hello, Blake-kun. You did a good job. You can leave the rest to us." Aizawa, looking tired as always, came to Blake's side and offered.

At first, he didn't understand what Momo was doing. After leaving the classroom, she had suddenly jumped out of the window and went to the window, worried that something would happen to her. But instead of doing anything to him, he saw her sprinkle something on the school grounds.

He intended to call out to Momo, but before he had a chance to do so, Blake, a former student at the school who had disappeared for four months, suddenly arrived. Before he even had a chance to react to this, a ghostly monster he had never seen before arrived and they started the battle.

As a hero, Aizawa quickly regained his attention and jumped down. He decided to help Blake. Blake was his former student, who was also branded a traitor and aroused the suspicion of many heroes. He has a pretty bad relationship with him. Despite all this, he had to stand by her against the unknown enemy.

He jumped out the window quickly, thinking that in a few seconds he could be by his side and fight him. But in just a few seconds, when his toes touched the ground, the battle was over.

He looked around stupidly for a while. His expression was like that of a confused Pikachu. He couldn't keep up with the pace of the war, and his brain was struggling to process information. He forced herself out of all her bewilderment and turned to Blake.

Now that the fight was over and the enemy was under control, the matter had to be handed over to the police. Even if Blake was completely different from them, what would he do with a monster?

But he hadn't thought that Blake would pass him without even answering him. While he was behind Aizawa, he took a step forward and suddenly appeared in front of the ghost.

He leaned forward, touching the pressed ghost's back with the tip of his finger.

A thin strip of lightning came from his finger. It slid onto the ghost's back, lurched to the source of speed power at its center, and completely engulfed it.

KİHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!

The ghost roared as if he were going through the most painful moments of his life. Momo and Aizawa staggered back, their eyes dark. Unlike them, Blake was okay, his unwavering gaze fixed on the monster. He continued to do what he was doing.

The ghost was fluttering, waving its arms from various angles and trying to kill Blake. However, he could not reach Blake. The growls and roars from his throat filled the entire area. Even U.A students covered their ears.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

The ghost started punching the ground helplessly. The entire training ground trembled violently. The ground cracked, spiderweb-like shards covering the ground beneath Blake and the beast.

Blake's graceful speed power completely engulfed the speed power in the ghost's body. Blake decided to finish this job as soon as possible, not wanting the monster to yell anymore. It was very loud and his ears were starting to hurt.

SPLASH!

He withdrew his hand with a loud smacking sound. When the source of speed power was ripped out by Blake, the ghost remained motionless. His immobility was so sudden, like a robot that had lost its power source.

A small gust of wind blew, the ghost's body disintegrating into dust with the gentle breeze of the wind. What remained of the ghost was the colorless orb of speed power Blake was holding in his hand.

Blake manipulated his speed power. Unlike the previous time, the speed force did not cooperate with him this time. However, it did not oppose him. This time, it took the form of a bracelet under Blake's leadership, without showing him any emotion or desire.

The bracelet had glassy transparency. Like the previous time, the small lightning bolts were joined together at their ends. This time, however, it had a small ghost head on it.

Blake raised his hand. The bracelet made a pleasant jingling sound. He aligned the bracelet to the sun. The transparent bracelet refracted the sunlight and diffused it into the environment. Blake thought that was nice and smiled.

However, for the students who saw what had just happened, this smile was very disgusting. Some could not contain the fluctuations in their stomach and vomited on the spot.