Makomo wrapped swirling clouds around her blade, staring at the grotesque creature before her. Her eyes steeled with determination. She was a Demon Slayer and a Hero. She was trained to sacrifice herself for the greater good; she had died once, she wasn't scared of dying again. If it meant her classmates got out safely and could continue with their lives, she wouldn't have minded laying down her own to ensure their wellbeing.
"Izumi," Aizawa croaked out. "Stop. Go back with the rest of your class." He groaned, hissing in pain.
Makomo steeled her will at the sight of his state. She deepened her stance, tightening her grip on her blade. Blood rushed through her veins, spiking her temperature, as she concentrated. "Sorry, Mr. Aizawa. I can't do that."
She surged forward, raising her weapon at the Nomu's head. She ignored Aizawa's cries for her to give up, give in. She didn't heed to his pleas, cleaving off the Nomu's outstretched arm.
As soon as her feet landed on the floor, she was punched in the diaphragm, getting launched upwards. She coughed, spinning in the air to adjust her momentum before crashing down like a meteor, slashing it's other arm off.
In mere seconds, both of the Nomu's arms reconfigured themselves. Makomo felt her face pale slightly. He was just like a demon.
He sneered at her, raising it's giant fist. He smashed his hand into where Makomo previously stood, but she had leaped upwards at the last moment. Landing on his arm, she ran towards his neck, stabbing her blade into it. 'Seventh form! Drop ripple thrust!'
Her eyes widened when she saw his flesh wrap around her weapon, snapping it into two pieces. The tip of her sword lay embedded in his body, and he smacked Makomo into the ground at her stunned silence.
She landed, cratering the floor from the sheer impact of her fall. She heard at least two of her ribs crack. "Fuck.." She groaned, stabbing the floor with her broken blade as she stood up shakily. She retook her fighting stance. "You're dead meat."
She swivelled her body, speeding towards her opponent. Her blade attempted to slice his neck, but she ultimately wasn't strong enough. Flipping backwards and out of her opponents range, she cursed.
"I can at least hold you off," she yelled, voice strained as she grit her teeth. "Until the rest get here!"
Makomo charged forward, spinning her body as she moved. She swiftly swung her shattered blade, stabbing Nomu's right eye.
She ignored Aizawa's pleas for her to quit. Her eyes remained fixed on her opponent before he swung, claws sharpened. Makomo managed to avoid anything fetal by leaping backwards, but was unable to keep her right arm from getting shredded up. Pieces of skin and drops of blood fell to the floor, and she hissed in pain.
"Izumi!" Aizawa shouted, eyes igniting a bold red as he attempted to stand. "Get out of here, now!
"Stay back!" She shoved his fumbling body backwards using a cloud, huffing. "I've got it.."
She grit her teeth as she switched her broken sword to her left hand, ignoring the searing pain that shot through her body. She staggered forward. One step. Two step.
Then, with a sudden rush of force, Makomo struck. She lurched forward, using her sword and stabbing the Nomu's eye once more. She made sure to really shove it in, and twisted her blade within his iris. As it shrieked in pain, she wrapped her bloody palm around the broken tip of her sword, clutching it. She suppressed the urge to scream as she ripped it out of it's body with all her strength. She used her left arm to pull her over her opponent's head as she attempted to slit it's throat from her vantage point, perched upon his shoulders, arms wrapped around his thick head.
He dislocated his arm, grabbing Makomo and shoving her into the ground. She'd managed to flip her body around at the last moment, landing on her back rather than her face.
The Nomu punched her in the solar plexus, and she gagged, spitting out blood. She jabbed her sword's tip into his hand, and flipped herself onto his hand.
She was losing blood at a rate that exceeded what should have been humanly possible. She would have to hurry up, or quit while she was ahead.
She prioritized the lives of her classmates over her own, choosing to instead control the pace of the battle.
'Water breathing!' She spun, gathering mist and clouds and water around her body as she rotated. 'Sixth form! Whirlpool!'
Makomo tucked her knees towards her chest, crossing her arms with her dual blades. She gathered up the strength, slicing the Nomu's head off as she rammed through.
Landing on the ground, she felt her ankle shatter beneath her. She paused for a moment, winded from the intense battle.
Then, she felt a strong arm wrap around her left arm. Her body shook, unnaturally for her. That moment of hesitance cost her her other arm, and she gasped, heaving for air as she screamed out. The pain surging through her body was immense, far too much for her mortal body to handle, and she dropped to the floor, her shattered sword falling too.
She wasn't given much time to think or to make sense of her rushing brain as the Nomu raised it's leg, kicking her across the plaza. She felt another bone crack, and she choked, feeling her broken rib stab against her lungs. She heaved in heavy breaths.
She shakily stood up, wrapping torrents of clouds around her arms. They extended past her, increasing her range. If she continued to use her quirk like this, without her blade, she would only have about another four minutes and eleven seconds before her body gave out on her.
She had a crazed look in her eyes, blood pooling from her veins. Both her arms were numb from adrenaline, but she continued to bend the clouds to accompany her. Makomo was determined.
"Hey, Nomu!" She laughed maniacally. "Come and get this!"
She ran forward, tucking her knees to her chest and expelling a gust of wind and cloud towards the Nomu. He toppled over, and Makomo flipped, axe-kicking his neck before stabbing him with the vortex in her right hand.
It grabbed her left leg, crushing her knee and digging its claws into her in an attempt to push her off, but she wrapped a cloud around his torso, preventing him from moving her. She bared her teeth as she yelped in pain.
Three minutes and fifty six seconds left.
Makomo was going to pay her suffering back tenfold.
[ authors note ] OKAY HOPEFULLY THIS POSTS! im breaking this chapter up into 2 parts because i really wanted to get this part out but im not anywhere near done. part 2 will be out hopefully on friday, and then cjapter 11 should be out on sunday. also PLEASE DONT BE SHY AND GIVE ME OCS!! so far i only have one submission ☹️ ALSO 2 T.E.S TODAY BCS I FORGOT ONE LAST CHAP!!
TAISHO ERA SECRETS!
Makomo has had her hero name decided since she was eight! Can you guess what it is? HINT : It has to do with Urokodaki's name!
Makomo can do the middle splits, but not the front splits for some reason. It really confuses her, and even after three years of trying, she can't get it.
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Fanfic" FEEL MY SKIN IS PLUMP , " Makomo, dead in one world, alive in the next. Whispers of the dead fill her mind, and all she wants is to cross over peacefully. " AND FULL OF LIFE ! "
