Black Rope Great Dragon Twister

After that exchange, a new sword technique settled into Yuto's mind.

Black Rope Great Dragon Twister.

But the battle was not over yet.

The two remaining Nomu moved like unchained animals. They ignored Kamui Woods.

They ignored Mt. Lady. They ignored the civilians, the Pro Heroes, and the students who had been holding them back.

Both charged straight toward Yuto. Momo's eyes widened. "Yuto!"

Ochaco took one step forward before Iida caught her shoulder. "Uraraka, wait!"

"Yuu-kun!"

Todoroki threw ice across the street. Bakugo blasted forward.

Ibara's vines, Honenuki's softening, Momo's cables, Tokoyami's Dark Shadow, Kirishima's hardened body, Tetsutetsu's steel, and Kendo's enlarged fists all struck at once.

The first collision scattered them.

Momo's cables snapped. Ochaco was thrown back. Dark Shadow recoiled, and even Kirishima and Tetsutetsu were forced to their knees.

Their attacks left wounds on the Nomu, but they did not stop the charge.

Four massive fists rose above Yuto.

For one awful second, everyone understood what would happen if those blows landed. The civilians screamed.

Several people shut their eyes.

Shigaraki leaned over the rooftop edge, a wild smile spreading across his face. "Die. Die. Die, Yuto Kanzaki." Kurogiri said nothing.

Stain watched from the shadows of a nearby building. Yuto exhaled.

He had already used too much strength tonight. His body ached.

His arms felt heavy. But the technique had arrived in his mind, clear and sharp.

Wado Ichimonji between his teeth.

Sandai Kitetsu in one hand. Shusui in the other.

The three blades began to turn.

The wind twisted violently around him.

The street vanished inside the rising vortex.

"Three Sword Style."

Their fists came down. Yuto's eyes sharpened. "Black Rope Great Dragon Twister."

The vortex swallowed the street.

A black spiral of sword force and quake energy tore upward, catching both Nomu at once. The impact ripped through the pavement and sent a storm of dust, flame, ice, and broken stone into the air.

The emergency lights flickered. The crowd lost sight of everything.

For several seconds, no one could see what had happened.

The civilians held their breath.

Smoke and dust swallowed the battlefield.

A figure stood in the center of the ruined street.

Was it Yuto?

Or one of the Nomu?

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