Great Three Thousand Worlds

The camp fell silent.

A heartbeat later, the berserk Nomu reached Yuto.

Its massive fist rose like a hammer, carrying enough force to flatten the ground beneath it. The wind from the blow tore through the trees, ripped up grass, and threw dust across the battlefield.

Tsuyu and the others held their breath.

The fist was almost on him.

Was this really the end?

No.

This was only the beginning.

Yuto's eyes sharpened. He drew his blades and entered Three Sword Style.

Sword Skill: Three Sword Style Secret Art, Great Three Thousand Worlds.

Armament Haki wrapped around all three blades, darkening them in an instant. The power of the Gura Gura no Mi gathered along the edges, sinking into his swordsmanship instead of spilling wildly through the air.

The wind around him changed.

Leaves spun up from the ground. The pressure from his blades cut through the smoke, and the battlefield seemed to hold still for a single heartbeat.

Yuto spoke around the blade between his teeth.

"Nine mountains and eight seas make one world. A thousand worlds form a small chiliocosm. Gather and cube that chiliocosm, and there is nothing I can't cut. Three Sword Style Secret Art: Great Three Thousand Worlds!"

Then he moved.

His body and blades became one streak of light, driving straight toward the Nomu.

The sword edge met the giant fist.

BOOM!

A violent shockwave burst across the camp. Blue lightning-like cracks flashed through the pressure, dust rose in sheets, and trees bent under the force.

Even the villains deeper in the forest felt it.

Toga's hair whipped in the wind. A flush rose on her cheeks as she looked toward the blast.

"That was exciting," she said. "Was that Yuto?"

Kurogiri stared toward the smoke, unsettled. He could not think of anyone else in the camp who could create that kind of destruction.

Dabi clicked his tongue. "Impossible. He wasn't that strong against Stain. It has only been a few days."

"Perhaps," Kurogiri said.

But he had seen too many impossible things from Yuto already.

Back at the battlefield, smoke covered everything.

Tsuyu, Kirishima, Mineta, and the others stared into it, barely breathing.

Who had won?

Mineta trembled. "Yuu-bro got stronger again. Was that his swordsmanship at full power?"

Kirishima swallowed. "That was insane. That was a real manly fight."

Tsuyu's eyes stayed on the smoke. "Yuto-chan is stronger than he was during the final exam. His sword almost split the ground open."

A long crack cut through the earth, carved by the force of the slash. It stretched across the camp, narrow but deep enough to freeze everyone in place.

Farther away, Muscular also noticed the crack beneath his feet. His eyes widened, then a grin spread across his face.

"A flying slash did this? Across the camp? Interesting."

He looked at Mandalay and the others.

"One of your people can do that? Tell me who."

Mandalay stared at the crack with the same stunned look.

A sword slash crossing the camp.

Only one person came to mind.

Was it Yuto?

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