Akame ga Kill: Starting with Dual Kamui-Chapter 107: Public Execution – The Spread of "Akatsuki"

After the trailer was hauled onto the stage, Blayn grabbed Bull and the drug dealer, dragging them down. The drug dealer seemed to have regained consciousness, letting out a weak groan.

Blayn placed a hand on each of their shoulders, forcing them to kneel before the crowd of commoners below.

For Bull, this was a deep humiliation—forcing a high-ranking official like him to kneel before a group of so-called lowly peasants. But he had no choice. If he dared to resist, Blayn would not hesitate to kill him on the spot.

Meanwhile, Mine and Sheele watched from within the crowd, keeping an eye on the stage. Seryu and Kurome stood behind Blayn. By now, they had a good idea of what he was about to do.

Since Blayn hadn't spoken yet, the crowd remained confused.

"What's going on? We came here to watch a dance performance. Even if this is some kind of act, it's a bit much, isn't it?"

"Why does that blood-covered guy look kinda like Lord Bull?"

"Lord Bull? I've heard of him, but I've never seen someone of his status in person."

"No way... it really is him! And those three on stage look like assassins. This... this isn't a performance, is it?"

...

More and more people began to suspect the bloodied man in a suit was indeed Lord Bull. The situation was quickly becoming serious.

At that moment, Blayn grabbed Bull by the hair, lifting his face for everyone to see.

"I'm sure plenty of you recognize this man. His name is Bull. He's deeply involved with drug smugglers and has committed countless atrocities. I'm sure many of you have suffered under him, too afraid to speak out."

Blayn then gestured to the man beside Bull. "And this one here? He's a drug dealer who worked with him. Together, they smuggled enormous amounts of narcotics, destroying countless families."

A heavy silence fell over the crowd.

They were stunned.

The once-powerful Lord Bull, now kneeling before them, bloodied and beaten—it was almost too surreal to believe.

The stage manager, who had allowed Blayn to rent the venue, was now beginning to panic. Was this man really about to do something horrifying on his stage?!

Blayn turned to Bull, his voice cold and sharp. "Tell them yourself—have you been colluding with drug dealers? And not just one, but multiple?"

"Yes... yes..." Bull whimpered, reduced to a pathetic, broken man. He had no more strength to resist.

Blayn's voice remained calm. "Good. The justice you never got, I'll deliver for you."

With those words, Blayn activated his will, donning the tiger-skin mask once more. The Crimson Night Blade materialized in his hand.

And with a single, swift motion—he beheaded both Bull and the drug dealer in front of the entire crowd.

Bull's severed head hit the ground with little reaction in his lifeless eyes—he had already accepted his fate.

The drug dealer, on the other hand, had barely been conscious before his death. He likely never even realized he had died.

The audience fell into absolute silence.

Even the sound of their heads rolling off the stage echoed harshly in the dead air.

No one could believe what they had just witnessed.

Lord Bull... just like that... he's dead...?

"The wagons behind me contain all of Bull's possessions. You can divide them among yourselves, but don't get too greedy."

Blayn deliberately emphasized the last part—"don't get too greedy."

Only then did the crowd erupt into cheers.

They had long despised Lord Bull. Pah! Why even call him that now? "Dead man" suits him better!

But before this, they wouldn't have dared to oppose him—one wrong move, and it would have been their heads on the chopping block.

Now, the hero standing on the platform had taken care of their problem.

And on top of that, he was handing out money. Even a single gold coin was enough for them to splurge for a while.

Blayn then turned to the servants who had just emerged from Bull's mansion.

"Sort these gold coins into small bags, ten per bag. Make sure to include these flyers before handing them out," he instructed. "And take two or three bags for yourselves as payment for your help."

The servants eagerly nodded in gratitude.

As the gold bags were distributed, news spread like wildfire.

Word quickly reached the entire night market, and people rushed over in a frenzy, eager to get their share.

Even those who were already in bed—or fast asleep—bolted out of their homes to grab the gold.

With Bull's fortune, tens of thousands of coins could be handed out, so it wouldn't run out anytime soon.

Blayn had also prepared for the aftermath. He had the servants wear masks from nearby street vendors to prevent retaliation and assured them he would protect them for the time being.

As the gold coins spread, so did the flyers—along with the name of the Akatsuki Organization.

The back of the flyer even detailed Akatsuki's ideology.

Blayn felt that this was enough.

When he saw the Imperial Capital Security Force approaching through his Mangekyō Sharingan, he quickly signaled the servants to slip away with the crowd.

By then, most of the gold had already been taken. Only a small amount remained, but Blayn didn't care—someone would take the rest soon enough.

By the time the security force arrived, they were met with nothing but chaos and a few scattered coins.

"What the hell is going on here?! Move it!"

The leading guard barked at the disorderly crowd.

Once the people dispersed, the shameless guards helped themselves to the remaining gold bags.

As for the assassin who killed Lord Bull? He had long since escaped, and they couldn't be bothered to chase him.

Only after looting the last of the gold did they put on a show of handling Lord Bull's body.

...

Meanwhile, Blayn and the others had already left the Imperial Capital.

"I heard your base is pretty far. Why don't you stay at our place for the night?"

As they stepped out of the city, Sheele extended an invitation to Blayn, Seryu, and Kurome.

"It is quite late..."

Mine looked up at the dark sky, where only a faint moonlight illuminated the land.

"That works."

Blayn nodded slightly.

He also wanted Seryu to properly meet the members of Night Raid.

Seryu and Kurome had no objections.

Seryu still remembered her master's words—she should judge Night Raid objectively.

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Sheele and Mine, the two she had just met, didn't seem like bad people.

But what about the rest of Night Raid?

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