❛ 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔦 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫? 𝔦 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡. ❜
→ * . & ━━ she was born
wild, loving hard, as much as her
heart would allow it. he was made
of fire...
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༉˚*ೃ 22. OVERCOME AND CONQUER!
TSUBAME STARED ATthe bottomless pit, wondering how far down it really went, before gritting her teeth and looking up. She was losing time. And yet, it seemed impossible. The entire next kilometre or so of track was just a massive chasm with pillars of earth rising out of the depths. The pillars, islands among the abyss, were connected by white ropes clearly made for walking or clambering across—a dangerous obstacle course with the outcome of failure stretched right below them.
Tsubame considered herself to be a notably agile person thanks to her Quirk, but... A tightrope? If she misstepped only once, she'd fall. The race would finish for her instantly.
Todoroki had gotten over the first chasm so easily. She could see him continuing his same plan, gliding across the next expanse of rope to reach the following stretch of earth. Before Tsubame knew it, he'd be at the end—too far for her to catch up. She peered down.
It was definitely too far for Tsubame to just jump from platform to platform.
Shit.
Tsubame could not fly, nor glide along the ropes like Todoroki had. This wasn't something she could just sprint through mindlessly. Off ground, she was all but useless.
Moving back from the ledge, Tsubame did not dare look at the track behind her, where she knew the rest of the First Years were beginning to close in. Bakugou's explosions were getting nearer. She took a deep, determined breath, and closed her eyes for a second. I won't lose.
The only chance she had was experimenting.
Caudal vertebrae were not something humans had the luxury of having over five of. They fused together, like those of monkeys, to form a single coccyx at the base of a spine.
Tsubame had experimented with hers twice. Both times had made her cry.
Well... Three for good luck, right?
There was a difference between simply twisting her body's assets from what was already there, and stretching matter into something else entirely. Forcing her bone to extend out and create new vertebrae—sequences of DNA and biology and everything she'd ever learned about the tails of cats consuming her mind—, ah... That hurt a lot.
