Shigaraki's mind churns with a mixture of contemplation and amusement, "Is he brave, or just an idiot? He'll soon realize he's no match, and when that realization hits... heheheh." His voice carries a twisted delight as he commands, "Nomu, kill him!"
The monstrous Nomu, obedient to its master's command, launches into a swift and deadly advance, closing the distance between it and Akira in the blink of an eye.
Akira's assessment of the situation is unwavering as he faces the formidable opponent before him. Nomu's immense power is evident as each thunderous punch is directed his way. Swift and calculated, Akira evades the barrage of attacks, his movements so precise that they seem almost anticipatory. The impact of Nomu's strikes releases bursts of wind, testament to the raw strength they carry. Akira's mind races, strategizing with every dodge, his inner monologue echoing, "I can't allow a single one of those blows to connect." The choreography of their exchange unfolds with a blend of precision and grace, a symphony of dodges and wind gusts that keeps Akira out of harm's reach.
As the battle intensifies, Akira's focus sharpens. His eyes, previously hidden behind his mask, narrow and then widen as a surge of energy courses through him. The air seems to tremble with an unseen power as his pupils undergo a profound transformation. The black tomoe within his Sharingan begin to swirl and spin, forming intricate patterns that spread across the crimson background. This is his Mangekyou Sharingan, a testament to his strength and the depth of his abilities.
' I'll just use a small portion....that way the consumption won't be a lot and I can keep it up using minimum output! This Nomu had other quirk's as well ....hmmmm shock absorption and regeneration was it?'
With a deliberate motion of his hand, the air around him seems to shift, and a vibrant aura takes form. From the ethereal haze emerges a weapon of striking elegance – a katana, its blade shimmering with a deep purple hue that radiates an aura of mystery and power. The intricate design of the hilt and guard reflects the mastery with which it was forged, its very presence a testament to Akira's control over his abilities. As he wields the weapon with an air of confidence, it becomes clear that this katana is more than just a physical object; it embodies his strength, determination, and the mystique of his unique power.
As the tempest of Nomu's punches rages on, Akira's form flickers and blurs, a phantom in the midst of chaos. With a swift, graceful movement, he materializes above the towering creature, his katana gripped firmly in both hands. The blade arcs down with unrestrained power, slicing through the air as it descends upon Nomu's back, leaving behind a monumental gash in its wake.
The wound is striking, a testament to Akira's strength and precision. Yet, as quickly as the gash forms, it heals. Nomu's regenerative abilities are nothing short of extraordinary, showcasing the monster's resilience.
Amidst this relentless clash, Shigaraki's laughter rings out like a twisted symphony, a cruel harmony to the chaos. He mocks Akira's efforts, highlighting Nomu's purpose in countering the mighty symbol of peace.
Shigaraki: "Hahahah, Nomu is meant to take down All Might. With strength comparable to his, along with shock absorption and regeneration, your struggle is in vain. Your efforts pale in comparison to true power!"
Akira swiftly forms hand signs, materializing two more clones of himself. Without hesitation, the clones engage the Nomu, launching a relentless assault. However, realizing the futility of their efforts, the clones opt for a bold strategy. With a calculated leap, they mount the Nomu and unleash a self-destructive explosion, engulfing the immediate area in a resounding bang! The explosion's force ripples through the surroundings, leaving behind a cloud of debris and a trail of chaos.
Akira's relentless assault continues, his katana dancing with precision as he targets the weak spots on Nomu's body. Each strike is executed with an unwavering determination, a calculated effort to chip away at the formidable foe. Simultaneously, his doppelgänger mimics his movements, launching a synchronized assault on Nomu from a different angle. The air around them is charged with the intensity of their clash.
Akira's thoughts echo with a mix of determination and caution, "Chidori and Rasengan are out of the question for now; revealing those moves would be premature. I'll save them for another time."
Nomu, undeterred by the barrage of strikes, presses forward with an unrelenting series of punches. But just as its massive fists are about to make contact, Akira flickers and reappears with an almost ghostly speed. The blows meant for him find only air as he elusively slips out of reach. It's a mesmerizing display of agility and control, a dance between predator and prey.
In a bold move, Akira's katana strikes true, cleaving through the air and severing one of Nomu's monstrous arms. The satisfying impact reverberates, but Nomu's reaction is swift and unsettling. The arm, even as it's torn from its socket, begins to mend itself before their eyes, a testament to its remarkable regenerative abilities.
Yet, even as Nomu's relentless pursuit continues, Akira refuses to be swayed. With unwavering resolve, he meets the oncoming punches head-on, deflecting them with his katana and maintaining his focus. The clash of steel against muscle echoes through the air, a testament to his strength and skill. The struggle is a symphony of power and strategy, a battle of attrition against an enemy that seems virtually unstoppable.
As the dance of combat unfolds, spectators are held captive by the interplay of strength and ingenuity. The stakes are high, and with each movement, it becomes clear that Akira's determination burns just as fiercely as Nomu's overwhelming might. It's a battle that defies the odds, a testament to the spirit of heroism that drives them both to push beyond their limits.
Midoriya's heart races as he witnesses Akira's unyielding determination in the face of Nomu's overwhelming strength. Despite his relentless strikes, the monstrous foe remains a formidable adversary. Midoriya's mind races, remembering Akira's words about Nomu being designed to counter All Might.
Fueled by a surge of determination, Midoriya dashes toward Akira's direction, his thoughts a mix of worry for his classmate and a burning desire to make a difference. He thinks, 'All Might...if they're targeting him, then I can't stand by!'
But before Midoriya can reach Akira, his attention is pulled away by a sudden, bone-chilling impact. He watches in shock as Nomu's massive fist lands squarely on Akira's form. The force of the punch propels him back, the sheer power leaving a shuddering crack in the wall as evidence of the impact.
Midoriya freezes, his heart pounding as he witnesses the ferocity of the battle and the seemingly insurmountable challenge that Akira faces. The sight of his classmate facing such a formidable opponent stirs a wellspring of emotions within him, a mixture of awe, fear, and an overwhelming need to contribute.
In that split second, as the intensity of the confrontation unfolds before him, Midoriya grapples with his desire to step in, to make a difference. It's a pivotal moment that propels him forward, each heartbeat a reminder of the immense odds they face and the unwavering resolve that burns within him.
Shigaraki's maniacal laughter echoes through the air, the tension thick as the dust from the aftermath begins to settle. The ground where Akira had landed bears the marks of a fierce struggle, resembling a crater. Despite the pain, Akira rises from the dust with determination etched on his face.
Akira's mask trembles slightly, and a delicate crack appears, causing a fragment to break free and unveil his sharingan eye. The sudden reveal leaves Shigaraki and the others frozen in astonishment, their thoughts racing to grasp the significance behind his unique and formidable gaze.
Grimacing, he mutters, "Okay, that hurt! Well, time to use that..." The air grows charged with anticipation as Akira's katana fades from view, his hands then lowering to press against the ground. His voice carries a command, "Come out!!!"
Midoriya's eyes widen as he watches, his curiosity piqued. As if in response, the ground beneath them rumbles, shaking with the weight of an impending revelation. Suddenly, a multitude of colossal earth dragons burst forth from the ground, their forms towering over the plaza. Akira stands confidently atop one of these majestic creatures, a picture of power and control.
The sight leaves Midoriya and those around him in awe, the display of Akira's ability both astonishing and overwhelming. The summoned earth dragons cast long shadows, a stark reminder of the battle's intensity and the lengths to which they are willing to go to stand against the forces of evil.
Shigaraki's eyes narrow as he witnesses the spectacle, a mix of surprise and intrigue evident on his face. "Does he have multiple quirks?" he muses aloud, his curiosity piqued by Akira's display of power.
Kurogiri's calm voice interjects, attempting to assure Shigaraki, "Nomu can handle them!"
However, before Kurogiri's words can fully reassure them, Akira's attention locks onto the Nomu. His command is filled with determination and authority as he points his hand at the relentless foe. "Attack him!!"
With a surge of speed that defies their massive forms, the summoned earth dragons charge forward, their colossal bodies hurtling toward the Nomu with breathtaking momentum. The ground trembles beneath their thunderous advance, and the very air seems to vibrate with their power. The dragons swing their heads, jaws wide open, aiming to tear the Nomu apart in a fierce assault.
The clash is a symphony of raw force meeting indomitable strength. The Nomu's shock absorption abilities flare to life as he withstands the onslaught. He seizes one of the earth dragons by its gaping mouth, exerting his monstrous strength to lift it high. With a mighty roar, he smashes the dragon onto the ground with bone-shattering impact, sending shockwaves that ripple through the very earth, leaving the ground fractured and shattered.
Earth dragons surge forth one after another, a relentless tide of colossal creatures engaging the Nomu in a titanic struggle. The ground quakes under the weight of their fury, their massive forms crashing against the monstrous enemy. With each clash, the earth shudders, and the air fills with the resounding echoes of their battle cries.
As Akira watches the fray, a strategic glint in his eye, he acknowledges the diversion these earth dragons have created. He knows that time is of the essence, and every second counts. His attention shifts to one specific dragon, its instincts guided by his will. This particular dragon, a majestic embodiment of nature's power, lumbers toward the water's edge with unwavering determination.
With a graceful motion, the dragon lowers its colossal head towards the water's surface, creating a ripple in the calm expanse. Akira, his connection with the earth and its creatures strong, places his hand upon the dragon's head. A quiet command leaves his lips, laden with purpose, "You join them as well."
The dragon acknowledges his directive, its eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light as it comprehends its task. A surge of energy courses through its form, and with a mighty heave, it charges forward, joining its brethren in the fierce clash against the Nomu. The ground trembles beneath its colossal weight, an echo of the determination that fuels its actions.
Yet, even as the dragons valiantly battle the Nomu, the creature's monstrous strength is evident. One by one, the earth dragons fall, their efforts thwarted by the relentless power of the Nomu. Akira observes this with a calm resolve, his eyes narrowing as he analyzes the situation. The speed with which the Nomu dispatches his allies doesn't escape his attention.
With a swift calculation, Akira evaluates the remaining forces, his gaze locked onto the dragon beneath him. "That was fast," he muses, acknowledging the need to adapt and act swiftly. The dire circumstances only strengthen his resolve to confront this overwhelming challenge head-on.
A resounding explosion, a deafening "Boooom," fills the air as Bakugo makes a dramatic entrance. His voice, full of urgency and determination, cuts through the chaos as he yells, "Outta the fucking way, Deku!!" With unbridled force, he propels himself forward, a fiery comet streaking towards his target.
Bakugo's explosive might surges forth as he hurtles towards Kurogiri, his sights locked onto the villain's weak point – his neck. The impact is nothing short of cataclysmic as Bakugo's attack connects, forcing Kurogiri to the ground with a thunderous crash. The sheer force of the explosion reverberates through the surroundings, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.
Amidst the chaos, the battle rages on. Two majestic earth dragons, their forms awe-inspiring, engage the monstrous Nomu in a relentless dance of strength and strategy. As they clash, the ground quakes beneath them, and the air is alive with the clash of titans. But then, a sudden shift occurs.
Emerging from the ground, ice unfurls like a crystalline tapestry, encasing the area in a frosty embrace. The ice advances, its tendrils stretching outwards with an almost sentient intent. It surges around the Nomu, freezing the very air around it and gripping the creature's form with an unyielding grip. Half of the Nomu's body succumbs to the icy vice, its movements slowing under the weight of the frozen prison.
Seizing this opportunity, an earth dragon takes action. With a fluid, snake-like grace, it coils around the Nomu's body, its immense strength evident in the tightness of its grip. The combination of ice and earth binds the monstrous foe, immobilizing it in a vice-like hold. The battle's tempo shifts, and for a moment, the Nomu's overwhelming power is stilled.
As the dust begins to settle, the air vibrates with tension. Bakugo stands triumphant over Kurogiri, his explosive fury evident in every line of his determined stance. The earth and ice stand united against the monstrous Nomu, a testament to the resilience and resourcefulness of the heroes determined to protect their world.
Todoroki's voice cuts through the tension like a blade, sharp and unwavering. His words carry the weight of knowledge, of truths uncovered in the face of danger. "I heard all about your bastard's plan, your calculated roles in this scheme to kill All Might," he declares, his tone laced with a mixture of anger and determination.
His eyes, one blazing with fiery resolve and the other icy and piercing, flicker to the two remaining earth dragons. These creatures, born from the very earth, stand as a testament to the collective strength and spirit of the heroes that have gathered here. With a somber gaze, he regards them, knowing that every effort they put forth is a step towards protecting the world they hold dear.
Todoroki's gaze then shifts, finding its mark on Akira. Amidst the chaos, Akira stands on the far side, near the water's edge. His presence is magnetic, a focal point in this battle against overwhelming odds. Todoroki's dual-colored eyes, reflecting the depths of his own power and convictions, hold a weighty significance as they lock onto Akira's form.
Unspoken words pass between them, a silent acknowledgment of the challenges ahead and the determination that fuels their actions. The battle rages on, but within each hero's heart, a fire burns brighter – a fire fueled by the knowledge of what's at stake, and a relentless drive to overcome even the gravest of threats.
Kirishima charges with a determined roar, aiming to strike Shigaraki from behind. But Shigaraki's swift evasion leaves Kirishima's punch grasping air. Frustration colors Kirishima's expression as he mutters, "Shit!" Yet, he remains resolute, ready for the next opportunity to make his mark in the battle.
Bakugo's grip on Kurogiri remains unyielding as he shoots a fierce glare, warning, "No funny business out of you, you shadow-ass mobling!" Todoroki's voice cuts through the tension, his resolve evident, "The symbol of peace won't go down as easily as you clown!" Midoriya's gaze sweeps over his friends, his tone resolute, "Kacchan...! Everyone..!!" The unity and determination among the young heroes amplify their words against the looming threat.
Akira confidently steps into the midst of the group, his presence adding to the collective determination. With only two earth dragons left, one constricting the Nomu and the other making its way towards Akira, he glances at Todoroki and thinks, 'Impressive precision in that freeze attack, targeting only the Nomu and leaving my earth dragon unscathed.'
Shigaraki's gaze fixates on the immobilized Kurogiri as he remarks, "You pinned down our revolving door... well now, this is quite the pinch."
Bakugo, while keeping Kurogiri under his explosive vigilance, quips, "Just as I thought, this prick was never all that sharp!" He looks down at Kurogiri and adds, "Don't you dare move!! If the shadow-mist were your true form and you had no actual body then why would you have called any attack dangerous! The second you so much as twitch I'll load you with a nice explosion right here, right now!!"
Kirishima comments to Bakugo with a hint of humor, "Not a very heroic line there, buddy.."
Shigaraki remarks, "We've been cornered, and what's more, you're all nearly unscathed. Man, I've got to hand it to these kids these days... At this rate, we'll be a laughing stock...!"
Shigaraki gazes at the half-frozen Nomu, with an earth dragon coiled around it, and commands, "Nomu, go ahead and finish explosion boy there. We're rescuing our revolving door."
Shigaraki's thoughts race as he ponders, 'The one who commands attention is... him!' His gaze locks onto Akira, who stands beside an imposing earth dragon. Akira's mask is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, an intricate blend of elegance and mystique that conceals his face while highlighting his presence. His robe bears an aura of enigma, reminiscent of a certain legendary attire known for its ominous significance.
Todoroki and the rest are left stunned as they witness Nomu breaking free from the dragon's hold, tearing through it. Despite half of Nomu's limbs being frozen and shattered, the limbs miraculously reform from its wounds.
Midoriya's voice trembles with confusion, "Wait, how is he moving... didn't half of his body snap away...!?"
Akira's urgent voice pierces the air, "Stand back, all of you!! He has multiple quirks!!" His attention shifts back to the rapidly regenerating Nomu, a formidable opponent he faces. On the other hand, Shigaraki's voice carries an air of cold confidence, "As you can see, he's also got super regeneration. Nomu is a human sandbag artificially crafted to the height of physical fitness in order to withstand Allmight's 100%." The revelation hangs heavy in the air, leaving everyone but Akira in a stunned state of disbelief.
The Nomu charges towards Bakugo with astonishing speed, but just as its fist is about to strike, Bakugo vanishes, leaving only a stone in his place. Akira's thoughts are quick to respond, "That was fast." Meanwhile, Shigaraki's contemplative thoughts echo, "That masked kid...," before he vocalizes his curiosity, "So you've got some kind of instantaneous warp, but it needs something to switch places with... But that doesn't explain your other attacks, like that purple sword. It was durable and could cut through Nomu's skin despite its shock absorption. And those huge dragons that emerged from the ground... Is it multiple quirks or just abilities? Well, regardless, like Kurogiri said, Nomu can handle it!"
After the gust of wind from Nomu's punch subsides and everyone shields their eyes, Midoriya exclaims, "Kacchan, y-you dodged him? Wow...!" Meanwhile, Bakugo's thoughts race, "That attack just now, I couldn't see it." He glances at Akira, considering the possibility, "Did he do that...?" Finally, Bakugo turns towards Midoriya and gruffly retorts, "No, you fucking idiot!"
Shigaraki sarcastically remarks, "We had no choice. We had to save our ally, didn't we? And not long ago, one of your friends over there... ahhh, which one..." He turns his gaze towards Midoriya, singling him out, "The plain-looking one, he tried to beat me up with all his strength, you hear? And for whom do you think he mustered such touching acts of violence? Hmmmm!"
But the scene takes a turn as a dragon pushes itself towards Shigaraki. However, Nomu intercepts the attack, restraining the dragon's advance. In a fierce struggle, the dragon manages to push Nomu back, creating a destructive impact that leaves a crater in the wall and the ground beneath it. The dragon eventually dissolves into the earth as Nomu retaliates with forceful blows.
Unfazed by Shigaraki's words, Akira speaks with confidence, "Do you think I care about your speech? Let me make it clear to you—I'll defeat that thing!"
Akira's urgency grips his friends as he speaks, "Listen up, we need to move out of here—fast!"
Bakugo, maintaining his defiant persona, retorts, "Running away? No way! We've got them cornered. With your power, Todoroki's, and mine, we can take them dow—"
Akira's stern interruption pierces through, "Enough of that nonsense, Bakugo! You couldn't even react when Nomu attacked. I'm not retreating, but you guys better step back. You're more of a hindrance than a help!"
Todoroki asserts, "We have them outnumbered. It's 3 against 5; surely we can—"
Midoriya interjects, "And Kacchan exposed the shadow guy's weak point! Akira can use his dragons or his katana to fight him, though it might end in a stalemate!"
Kirishima chimes in, "These guys are outrageous, but if we give Akira some support, we can send them packing without a problem!"
Akira's resolute voice pierces through, "I'll create a diversion and catch up with you later." With his declaration, his mangekyou sharingan comes to life in a blaze of crimson and black, its intricate design swirling with an aura of enigmatic strength. The three tomoe spin in an almost hypnotic rhythm, radiating an extraordinary power.
Todoroki interjects, "But if I hadn't come to support you earlier, it could have gone badly."
Midoriya chimes in with concern, "Akira, you're bleeding through your mask... and you shouldn't face this alone."
Midoriya's thoughts race, "He must have taken a hit from that Nomu earlier... If that's the case, he might be seriously injured..."
With his sharingan ablaze, Akira's determination manifests in a brilliant display. Summoning forth his Susano'o, the spectral warrior emerges in its first stage, towering over him with an air of formidable power. Clad in ethereal armor, its skeletal form exudes an intimidating presence, mirroring the image of a mythical guardian. The Susano'o's single crimson eye gleams with an intensity that reflects Akira's resolute spirit, ready to take on whatever challenges lie ahead.
Shigaraki's voice rings with astonishment, "What the hell is that?!" Nomu, responding to Shigaraki's command, lunges towards Akira. Nomu's arm swings, attempting to strike Akira's Susano'o with a punch. However, instead of fear, a confident smile spreads across Akira's face as the Susano'o undergoes a transformation, transitioning into its second stage.The second stage of Akira's Susano'o emerges in all its awe-inspiring glory. It stands tall, its imposing presence casting a shadow over the battlefield. The Susano'o's frame is coated in a layer of sleek, obsidian armor that shimmers with an eerie purple luminescence. Intricate patterns adorn its surface, resembling a fusion of ethereal flames and flowing water, showcasing the duality of its power.
Its upper body is defined by a broad chestplate that tapers down into a lean waist. Massive pauldrons extend from its shoulders, giving the impression of a regal, armored warrior. Long, flowing ribbons trail from the Susano'o's back, their ends tapering into a misty wisps that blend with the air.
The Susano'o's arms are protected by armored gauntlets, each fingertip elongated into razor-sharp claws. Its lower body is encased in armor as well, with greaves and sabatons covering its legs and feet. Every inch of its form exudes an aura of unparalleled strength and unearthly elegance.
The most striking feature of the Susano'o's second stage is its towering, skeletal face. Its skull is a haunting fusion of bone and ethereal energy, crowned by a majestic headpiece that resembles a regal headdress. Within the hollow sockets of its eyes, Akira's crimson and black Sharingan gleam with an intensity that sends chills down the spines of those who behold it.
The Second Stage Susano'o stands tall, its imposing presence emanating power as it wields a massive bow gun. Arrows of incredible magnitude launch forth with precision, striking Nomu with a barrage that drives the creature backward, the force of impact sending shockwaves through the surroundings.
Akira's Mangekyou Sharingan fades, and the fiery aura of the Susano'o gradually dissipates, leaving a sense of awe in its wake. As the display of power subsides, Akira kneels, his hand clutching his eye, his thoughts revealing the toll of his efforts, 'That hit from before... it's making my head dizzy.'
The Second Stage Susano'o emerges in all its magnificent glory, wielding a bow gun that unleashes a torrent of colossal arrows. The air resonates with power as each arrow finds its mark, piercing Nomu and driving it back under the sheer might of the assault.
Bakugo's eyes widen as he watches, his usual bravado momentarily replaced by genuine surprise.Bakugo thinks to himself, "That was...damn, that's some next-level shit. He's really pulling out all the stops."
Todoroki is awestruck, his usually stoic demeanor giving way to a rare sense of wonder. "Hmm that's him being serious , but that must have taken a toll on him."
Midoriya's voice trembles with excitement. "Akira, he's actually using Susano'o! This is beyond anything I could've imagined!"
Kirishima's jaw drops as he watches the spectacle unfold. "Whoa, talk about going all-out! That's some major firepower!"
As the Susano'o's brilliance fades, concern clouds their expressions. They realize the toll that wielding such immense power takes on Akira.
The dust begins to settle, revealing Nomu's body gradually healing despite being pinned down and subjected to the onslaught of arrows. Shigaraki observes the situation, his thoughts musing on Akira's abilities, 'Impressive as they may be, it seems using them takes a toll on him.'
Shigaraki's words ring out, a mixture of confidence and taunt, "Well, any last words?!"
Bakugo and the others are taken aback as they realize that despite Akira's powerful attack, Nomu is already recovering from the damage.
Akira's smile conceals his true thoughts as he muses, 'Hehehe, I think everyone bought the act. I had to get a bit of blood on me, but at least now I can make it seem like I'm at my limit. Little do they know, I have an arsenal of techniques I haven't even used yet. Hahaha, the thought of their expressions when they realize I'm not even going all out is just too amusing to imagine...'
He then shifts his gaze in a particular direction, remarking, ''Oh, he's finally here... took you some time, All Might.''