Emika continued.
"And your tenth semester final… you failed in history."
Her voice sharpened.
"So you waited until the professor was alone in his office… closed the door… and threatened him. But what you didn't know… was that he was recording the conversation."
She took another step forward.
"And the group project…"
Her tone darkened.
"You never showed up to a single meeting. Not once. But when the project was almost finished, you demanded your half of the credit."
Her eyes narrowed.
"When they refused… that's when you made your plan."
She pointed directly at him.
"It was a structural design model—a detailed 3D architectural building the team spent weeks designing. Steel frame supports, miniature glass panels, wiring for internal lighting… everything carefully assembled."
Her voice dropped to a chilling whisper.
"The night before the presentation… you went into the lab."
"You loosened the internal support rods… weakened the base joints… and slightly cut the wiring that stabilized the upper floors."
She let the words hang in the air.
"So when they lifted the model during the final check…"
"…the structure collapsed."
"And everyone thought it was an accident."
Glass shattered. Panels broke. Weeks of work were destroyed in seconds.
"But what you didn't notice… was that there were night-vision cameras."
Emika's gaze hardened.
Masato's body stiffened. His hands began to tremble, and for the first time the color drained from his face.
"No—no… that's a lie!" he burst out, the words tumbling over each other. "That's a complete lie!"
His breathing grew uneven as he shook his head rapidly.
"You're just making things up! You're twisting everything—none of that happened!"
His voice rose louder, more frantic, the denial spilling out in panic.
"You don't have anything! You're just saying whatever you can to make me look guilty!"
Emika looked at him calmly, her eyes sharp and unyielding.
"If that's a lie…" she said coldly, "…then why are you trembling in fear?"
Emika's eyes sharpened, her gaze locking onto him without a trace of hesitation.
Her voice was quiet, yet the words struck the room like a blade.
"Why does your voice shake… if you have nothing to fear?"
The classroom fell into stunned silence.
Several students exchanged shocked looks. Someone in the back slowly lowered their phone. Another student leaned forward unconsciously, eyes fixed on Masato.
Kaito stood frozen, eyes wide.
He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed.
Just moments ago Masato had controlled the entire room—every word he spoke bending the atmosphere to his will.
But now…
In the span of a few sentences, Emika had flipped everything.
She turned the whole situation around…
Nagato watched silently from the side, his mind racing.
She's really good at this…
His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her.
No hesitation… no wasted words… every sentence strikes exactly where it hurts.
Across the room, Masato stood completely speechless.
The confidence that once filled his face had vanished.
His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.
All he could do was stare at Emika.
His mind spiraled.
"Who… is she"?
The thought echoed in his head.
How does she know so much about me?
His fingers twitched slightly.
"And how… how did she collect all that evidence"?
Around them, the students sat in stunned silence, the weight of the confrontation pressing down on the entire room.
Emika held his gaze without blinking. The classroom was silent, the air heavy with anticipation. When she spoke, her voice was calm—but it carried an unshakable certainty that made the entire room tense.
"About Kaito…" she began slowly. "The police came to the university this morning."
A few students shifted uneasily.
"They apologized to the principal… for trying to arrest him based on false information."
Murmurs rippled across the classroom.
Emika didn't look away.
"And the video you keep talking about…"
She paused.
"It's AI-generated."
For a split second, the room froze.
Then—
"W-What?!"
"That's impossible!"
"AI generated?!"
Shock spread through the class like a wave. Desks creaked as students leaned forward, whispers erupting everywhere.
But Emika's expression didn't change.
"The video uploaded online was cropped," she continued coldly. "Someone intentionally cut the frame before posting it online… because in the original video, there is a watermark on it."
A faint scoff broke through the murmurs.
Masato said with a little shaky voice .
"Interesting story," he said calmly. "But how exactly do you know the video was AI-generated?"
The classroom fell quiet again.
Masato tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing.
"Where's the proof?"
A few students glanced between him and Emika, the tension tightening like a drawn wire.
"And suppose," he continued, "I believe that the police came this morning and apologized."
He shrugged lightly.
"That still doesn't change the fact that Kaito might be guilty."
"People with power have ways of making problems disappear."
His gaze sharpened.
"Maybe he's using connections to cover up what happened."
A ripple of uneasy whispers spread through the class again.
Masato's smirk widened slightly.
"So unless you have real proof… all of this is just your assumption."
Emika stepped forward.
Slowly.
Calmly.
Every step echoed in the silent classroom as she walked toward Masato's desk. Dozens of eyes followed her movement, the tension thick enough to feel.
When she reached him, she stopped.
Her voice carried quiet confidence.
"You asked for proof… right?"
Masato's smirk had faded slightly, but he tried to maintain his composure.
Emika extended her hand.
"Then let me borrow your phone."
The class immediately erupted into whispers.
"His phone?"
"Why his phone?"
Masato frowned, confusion flashing across his face.
What is she trying to do…?
After a brief hesitation, Masato pulled out his phone and placed it in her hand without saying a word.
Emika turned the screen on.
She calmly opened the gallery.
Scroll.
Scroll.
Then she stopped.
There it was.
The same video.
The clip showing Kaito beating the shopkeeper.
Emika tapped the screen and played it.
The classroom leaned closer.
This time the video frame was different.
In the corner—
a watermark.
Emika raised the phone slightly so everyone could see.
Her voice cut through the silence.
"See that?"
The words hung in the air.
"The watermark."
VideoAI.
Gasps erupted across the classroom.
"It's real…"
"There really is a watermark!"
"The online version didn't have that!"
Emika slowly lowered the phone and gave it back to Masato.
Then she looked straight into his eyes.
Calm.
Unshaken.
Masato grabbed the phone instantly and replayed the video himself.
His eyes widened.
The watermark was impossible to miss.
"That can't be…"
A pulse of panic flashed through his mind.
"How is this video on my phone… and why is it showing an AI watermark"?
"I never downloaded this video… and I definitely didn't generate anything with AI".
His thoughts spiraled.
I" saw the footage with my own eyes. It was real".
"Then how… how is it suddenly became AI-generated ".
His breathing grew uneven.
"And why is the blame coming to me"?
His eyes widened further.
"Did she made all this up just to frame me"?
"But why would she frame me? I've never seen her before… I don't even know her".
His jaw tightened as frustration surged through him.
"And how did the video with the watermark ended up on my phone"?
"Did someone tamper with it"…?
"No… that's impossible".
"I never handed my phone to anyone"…
"So how did she even pulled that off ".
Around him, the whispers were growing louder.
Students were staring at him now.
Everyone in the class was in complete shock. They began whispering among themselves.
"So he's the one who framed Kaito?"
"How could someone even do that?"
Kaito stood frozen, still trying to process everything he had just seen.
This girl… how did she even pull that off? he thought.
"This is brutal… she just completely turned the blame on him". nagato was equally stunned.
"It was well planned… perfectly executed.she's not an ordinary person. She can manipulate people's thoughts using false evidence".nagato thought quietly.
Emika stood still for a moment, staring at Masato with sharp, confident eyes.
Masato, however, looked completely shaken. For a few seconds he couldn't even form words.
Then anger suddenly burst out of him.
He pointed his finger directly at Emika.
"You… you....YOU did something to my phone!" he shouted. "I don't know how, but you placed that video on my phone!"
Emika didn't respond.
She simply turned around and began walking back toward her seat.
Then, without even looking back, she said calmly,
"Suit yourself."
At that exact moment, the classroom door opened.
The teacher entered the classroom and began the lecture. Instantly, everyone's attention shifted toward the front.
Masato slammed his hand lightly against the foldable table attached to his chair.
"Damn it…" he muttered under his breath.
On the other side of the room, Kaito was still shocked by what had just happened. But for now, he forced himself to focus on the class.
When the class finally ended, students quickly began packing their bags. The room filled with the sound of chairs scraping and conversations starting again as everyone rushed toward the door.
Emika stepped out of the classroom.
Suddenly, a voice called from behind her.
"Waaait…!"
She turned around.
Kaito and Nagato were walking toward her through the crowd of students leaving the room.
Since many students were coming out at the same time, Emika moved aside and waited near the balcony in the hallway.
A moment later, Kaito and Nagato reached her.
Kaito smiled slightly.
"I never thought we'd end up in the same class," he said.
Emika remained calm, her expression indifferent.
"I suppose you could say that."
Kaito scratched the back of his head, sounding a little excited.
"By the way… the way you handled that back there was really cool."
He paused briefly.
"So… thanks for siding with me."
Emika stayed claim didn't care she said " i suppose you can say that " .
Kaito continued with excitement " the way you pulled that was cool anyway thanks for siding with me .
Emika immediately shook her head.
"Don't get the wrong idea," she said coldly.
"I didn't do that to save you."
Kaito blinked in confusion.
Emika's eyes hardened slightly as she continued.
"I did it because of the group project he sabotaged that project belonged to one of my friends."
Her voice grew heavier.
"Because of what he did, she couldn't present it. She failed that course and the scholarship she worked so hard for… the one that covered her entire tuition… was cancelled .
The anger in her voice slowly surfaced.
Kaito's expression changed.
Emika looked away for a second before continuing.
"Now she's dropped out. Working random cash jobs just to survive… trying to save enough money so she can come back someday."
She turned back to Kaito, her eyes sharp.
"And your situation…"
"…was the perfect opportunity."
"A perfect chance to make him pay for what he did."
She folded her arms.
"So don't thank me."
A sharp notification sound broke the quiet on the balcony.
Emika pulled out her phone and glanced at the screen. Someone had sent her several pictures.
She opened them.
For a split second, her face froze.
Then her expression darkened.
"Damn it!"
Her fist slammed against the metal balcony railing with a loud clang.
A few nearby students turned their heads.
Kaito frowned.
"What happened?"
Emika didn't answer immediately. She stared at the phone, jaw tightening.
"I should've been there…" she muttered.
Her voice was low, almost to herself.
"I should've been patrolling that area… not sitting in some stupid class."
She exhaled sharply.
"I knew something felt off today."
Kaito and Nagato exchanged looks.
"What are you talking about?" Kaito asked.
Emika didn't reply. Instead, she turned the phone toward him.
"Look."
Kaito leaned closer.
The picture showed a body lying on the pavement, twisted at an unnatural angle.
Blood had spread across the concrete.
His stomach tightened.
"…What the hell .?"
"Who did this?"
Emika's eyes hardened.
"Its Phantom Units work. they grabbed another victim."
Her voice dropped.
"Its their another experiment . this is the sixth one this week."
Her fingers tightened around the phone.
"Six people."
"Six lives."
"Just long this will keep happening ".
For a moment the balcony fell silent.
The noise of students in the hallway suddenly felt very far away.
Emika turned and started to leave.
Then she stopped.
Something seemed to cross her mind.
She glanced back at Kaito.
Her eyes were serious now.
"Listen to me."
"Just live a normal life."
"And forget you even have that power."
Kaito stiffened.
Emika continued.
"Never use your powers in public nor to your personal use .think of it as an curse " .
"And if Phantom Unit ever finds you…"
She paused.
"…call us."
She looked at him for another second this time with a smile .
"And don't start blaming yourself for what's happening."
Her voice softened slightly.
"You joining us… or staying out of it…"
"…wouldn't have changed this."
She turned away again.
Without another word, Emika walked down the hallway, disappearing into the crowd of students.
Kaito remained standing on the balcony, the image of the body still burned into his mind.
Nagato tapped on his shoulders
"Don't think about it . Just remember that as a bad dream . lets goo ..
Nagato and Kaito walked down the road as the evening light faded. It was already past six, and the streets were beginning to quiet.
Nagato glanced at him.
"So… what's your plan with that power of yours?"
Kaito kept his eyes on the sky, calm.
"I haven't figured that out yet," he replied. "But for now, I don't want to use it."
Nagato frowned slightly.
"Isn't it exhausting living with that kind of strength? I mean… what if you accidentally break something while doing normal things?"
Kaito shook his head.
"Not really. My body has already adapted to it," he said. "It only activates when my mind senses danger… or when I intentionally trigger it."
He looked forward again.
"So normally… it's not a problem."
Nagato suddenly remembered something.
He turned toward Kaito with curiosity.
"By the way… what about your job? Did you contact your boss?"
Kaito kept walking for a second.
Then he suddenly stopped.
His eyes widened.
"Oh… crap."
He slapped his forehead.
"It's been almost five days since I last went to work!"
Nagato blinked.
Kaito quickly pulled out his phone and looked at the screen.
"…Oh no."
His face slowly turned pale.
"Dozens of missed calls…"
He stared at the phone in horror.
" I forgot to call back."
"Damnn…"
He looked up at Nagato with a panicked expression.
"See you later!"
Before Nagato could say anything—
A burst of wind shot upward as Kaito suddenly disappeared into the air.
Nagato stood there, hair slightly blown back from the sudden gust.
He slowly blinked.
Then made an awkward face.
"Wow that was fast . wasn't he just telling me he will never use his powers?"
On the other side of the city, a black car passed through the main gate of a large mansion and slowly drove inside.
The car stopped at the wide entrance stairs. The place was enormous. A huge open garden stretched across the front, with a clear swimming pool on one side and a tennis court on the other. The building itself was massive, with tall pillars and wide balconies, looking more like a royal palace than an ordinary residence.
The car door opened.
A man stepped out.
It was none other than Dr. Raizen.
He straightened his coat and began walking up the long staircase toward the entrance.
A moment later another figure stepped out of the car. From the shape of his hair and calm posture, it was clearly Hatsume.
He quietly followed Raizen up the stairs.
As they climbed, Raizen looked annoyed.
"It's really a hassle when the Prime Minister calls me," he said with irritation.
Hatsume, as always, remained calm and relaxed.
"What else could it be?" he replied quietly. "They will probably ask about the serums."
He paused for a moment.
"After all… we kept them in the dark for almost five years."
Raizen and Hatsume walked through the large entrance doors and stepped inside the building.
A long hallway stretched ahead of them, the polished floor reflecting the lights from the ceiling. Guards stood silently along the walls as the two men walked past them.
At the end of the hallway, they reached a double door.
Raizen pushed it open.
Inside was a spacious meeting room.
A long table stood in the center, with a projector set up at the far end facing a large screen on the wall. Several documents and folders were spread neatly across the table.
Seven figures were already seated around it.
From their uniforms and posture, it was clear they were leaders from different forces.
Raizen stepped into the meeting room.
At the center of the long table sat an older man with silver hair and thin glasses. His posture was straight, his expression calm, and the way he carried himself made it obvious he had spent decades in politics.
It was the Prime Minister.
The moment Raizen entered, the Prime Minister stood up. The six men seated beside him followed immediately, rising from their chairs almost in unison. Their uniforms and insignias made their ranks unmistakable—they were the highest commanders of the country's armed and security forces.
"Dr. Raizen," the Prime Minister said politely, gesturing toward a chair across the table. "Please, have a seat."
Raizen walked forward and sat down opposite him. Hatsume remained standing quietly behind Raizen's chair, his expression calm and unreadable.
However raizen's face showed clear irritation.
The Prime Minister offered a small diplomatic smile.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Raizen. As you know i am Adrian Volkov, Prime Minister of Lorvania. I apologize for calling you on such short notice."
He folded his hands on the table.
"I would like to introduce you to some of the leaders present today."
He gestured toward the men seated beside him.
"To my left is Arthur Takeda, Chief of the Army."
Takeda nodded once.
"Next to him is Henry Whitmore, the Police Commissioner."
Whitmore gave a brief, formal greeting.
"And on the right side is Richard Vance, Director of the National Intelligence Agency."
Before the Prime Minister could continue—
"Enough."
Raizen's voice cut through the room like a blade.
It was low. Controlled.
But the anger behind it was unmistakable.
The room went silent.
Raizen slowly lifted his eyes and locked them onto the Prime Minister.
"We had an agreement," he said, each word deliberate, "that no other forces—other than the military—would be involved in our private meetings."
His gaze moved slowly across the table.
Police.
Intelligence.
Air Force.
Navy.
Too many agencies.
Raizen's expression darkened.
"So tell me something," he continued, his voice dropping even lower.
"Why am I seeing the police, security advisor, and half a dozen other agencies sitting in this room?"
He leaned forward slightly.
The air in the room felt heavier.
"Tell me."
His eyes bored straight into the Prime Minister.
"Why are they here?"
The moment Raizen finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room snapped.
Arthur Takeda, the Army Chief, slammed his hand on the table and shot to his feet.
"How dare you speak to our Prime Minister like that!"
His voice thundered across the room.
In one swift motion, he pulled the revolver from the holster at his side and pointed it directly at Raizen.
The reaction was instant.
Chairs scraped across the floor.
The Police Commissioner stood.
The Nacy cheif moved.
The Air Force Chief.
Even the national security advisor.
One after another, revolvers were drawn.
Within seconds, five guns were aimed straight at Raizen's head.
However the national intelligence agency's director remained seated while focusing on raizen .
Hatsume remained behind Raizen, perfectly clam and still, his expression unchanged.
The Army Chief's hand tightened around the grip of his weapon.
"Apologize. Right now," he barked, fury burning in his eyes.
The room was thick with tension.
"Or I swear… you won't live to see the sun rise again."
Raizen remained seated.
He didn't flinch.
Five revolvers were pointed directly at him, yet his expression didn't change. He didn't even glance at the guns.
Instead, his eyes stayed fixed on the Prime Minister.
Cold.
Sharp.
Unmoving.
It was as if the armed men around him simply didn't exist.
The Army Chief's hand tightened on the trigger.
"Did you not hear what I said?" he snapped angrily. "Apologize. Now."
Still, Raizen didn't respond.
His gaze remained locked on Adrian Volkov the prime minister.
Calm.
Unbothered.
Even with guns aimed at his head—
Raizen looked like the only man in control.
The Police Commissioner suddenly spoke, his voice rising with anger.
"Do you even know what is happening across this country?" he demanded.
His fist slammed against the table lowering the gun .
"Do you have any idea how many innocent lives have been taken in by the Phantom Units lavish experiment's?"
His eyes burned with frustration.
"Over five thousand people are died in last five years."
The room fell heavier with his words.
"And when their families come to us," he continued bitterly, "not even knowing how their loved ones died… do you know what it feels like?"
His jaw tightened.
"We have to close the cases."
He pointed toward the files stacked on the table.
"And we tell them it was suicide."
"Or an accident."
His voice cracked slightly with suppressed rage.
"Do you know how hard it is to manipulate every report? Every lab record? Every investigation unit?"
"How do you think we feel when we close those cases knowing the truth?"
His eyes turned sharply toward Raizen.
"Knowing an organization called Phantom Unit is behind it all…"
He paused, breathing heavily.
"…and we still can't do anything."
His voice dropped into a bitter tone.
"Because the Prime Minister ordered us not to."
The room fell silent again.
Then he leaned forward slightly.
"So tell me, Doctor."
His eyes hardened.
"Do you have any idea what that feels like?"
Raizen listened without interrupting.
For a moment he remained still, his sharp gaze lowered toward the table. The anger that had been visible on his face slowly faded.
Then his shoulders relaxed.
He let out a slow, heavy breath.
The tension around him seemed to loosen.
When he finally spoke, his voice was calm—much calmer than before.
"Well…"
He paused briefly.
"I apologize for what I said earlier."
His eyes lifted toward the Prime Minister.
"That was… irrational of me."