32 USJ Part 2

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The others all nod when Momo asks, "What about you three?"

Then, what the class sees next is something they had never seen from Itachi before. He smiles. "Oh us? We're gonna go help out Aizawa Sensei."

Without further ado, the three Uchiha brothers leap off of the platform over the stairs before landing on the ground in front of where Aizawa is now clashing with the massive hoard of villain's.

Without hesitation the three activate their two tome sharingans before blitzing forewords towards the crowd.

'Madara I want you fighting Mr. gym utra freak retarded crow over there, meanwhile Obito your on the guy with space abilities. I'll take on the Handyman there.'

'Got it.'

'No problem'

Itachi then whips out a razor sharp Kunai from his cloak before declaring, "Let's do this!"

With that the three brothers wasted no time in throwing themselves directly into the hordes of villain's.

The three brothers proceed to tear through the villain's sharingan blazing. Ducking beneath the blows of the villain's Itachi quickly speeds past them while slashing at their achilles and other areas that can easily disable the opponent.

Blood splatters everywhere as Itachi proceeds to tear through the villain's. His kunai and cloak slowly grows more and more covered in blood as he makes his way through the crowd. While he ensured not to kill any of them, he certainly did not hold back.

Obito was using his chain to whip through his opponents. Simmeraly as to how he did with Madara, except rather than locking them to the ground, he instead kept moving forewords, pulling and twisting causing the villain's to be hurdled about and bashing together.

As for those who managed to engage him without getting caught in the chain? Well they quickly met the same fate as those who faced Itachi, as he used the kunai which were attached to the front of the chains to slice through them.

Madara, despite not using a weapon, was the most brutal of the three as he thrashed anyone who was within reach. He dashed forewords and thew hands with anyone who came close.

Each and every opponent he faced experienced the powerful attacks of Madara. Each strike leaving behind heavy bruises or occasionally even broke bones.

Aizawa, seeing this, is about to shout out before thinking better of it. Currently he isn't in a situation where he would be able to protect the students because the three major threats hadn't started making their move yet.

However, of all the students he could have been okay sending to fight, it would be the triplets. Their teamwork was extremely impressive and surpassed their individual strength, which was already impressive.

'Be careful you three!'

Seeing the three approach, the Misty man smirks, "Ho? These three seem to be very interesting! They even seem to share the same quirk! How intriguing!"

"Hm. Your right. However, why does that one on the left, with the cloud cloak, look so familiar?" The man with all the hands asks with a look of interest.

"Familiar? From where?" The fog man asks again.

"Hmmmm. I don't know.... Well, anyways, perhaps it's time for you to split the kids up Hm? Nomu and I will handle those three."

The mist nods in response, "Agreed. Good luck."

With that, the Misty man wearing the steel neck brace and tux turns into a purple fog and begins to fly towards all the students when suddenly, he feels a strong impact on his neck brace which was the only thing that didn't become incorporeal.

The impact causes the man to return to his human form and slam into the ground around 10 yards to the right of where Aizawa is fighting the crowd.

'So Itachi was right, that neck brace remains physical even when you become mist. If that's the case, then he'll be no problem for me to take down.' Obito states while smirking.

The man then turns to see who had kicked him when he widens his eyes. It seems that the boy who was furthest away from him actually managed to catch up to him and kick him down!

The boy in question, is wearing a long fully padded blue Kimono, is holding a strange chain like weapon, and he can only see the boys blood red eyes staring at him as the rest of his face is hidden by a strange white mask.

'How arrogant.' The man chuckles to himself as he pulls himself to his feet, "Well boy, I think you might be underestimating me. You see, I'm not exactly the easiest opponent."

Obito smirks in response, "We'll see about that, you see...."

He then hurdles his chain at him both kunai first. The mans eyes widen as he sees the chain flying towards him, however he easily turns his body to fog to allow it to pass through.

However, then moment it does so, the boy disappears before he feels another strong pain in his neck as he crashes to the ground once again.

"I see. Teleportation is it? That must be why you decided to target me. Thanks to your transportation ability being more combat based, you must believe that it gives you an advantage over me." The fog man theorizes as he pulls himself to his feet and leaps back just in time to avoid another strike from Obito who had charged forewords.

"Well then? Shall we really start now?" The fog man asks his voice switching from one of formal politeness, to one of annoyance.

--Over with Madara and Itachi--

The two had just finished getting through the crowd of villain's when Obit had disappeared before reappearing and clashing with the fog man.

The two, trusting Obito, then turn to the hands man and the large black monster. Itachi then chuckles, "So? Your their leader right? I hope your stronger than the fodder you brought with you. You said you wanted to kill All Might right? Well, if you can't even beat the two of us then that's got no chance of happening."

The man with the hands then proceeds to laugh, "Oh really? Well, even though I am most certainly not enough to defeat All Might, this Nomu next to me certainly is! He was created specifically to kill All Might! So, why don't you two kiddies sit quietly while I have Nomu crush you!"

Madara then replies, "Ah no, you see, distracting that thing is my job. So, an you hurry up and have it attack me? I'm not one for talk like the two of you." After a moment's pause Madara shakes his head, "You know what? SCREW WAITING!"

With that, Madara blitz's forewords and launch's a powerful kick directly at the head of the Nomu. Just as the kick was about to make contact, the Nomu's hand suddenly appears next to his head and grabs Madara's leg.

"Nomu, take him over there and beat that cockyness right out of him." The hands man orders calmly.

Without wasting a second, the Nomu proceeds to hurdle Madara with All it's might sending Madara nearly 100 yards over back towards the middle of an open field.

Madara then quickly attempts to righten himself mid air, but before he can even do that, the Nomu is already directly above him and it launches a devastating overhand directly towards him.

"Shit!" Madara scowls as he activates Susanoo just in time. The fist then hammers Madara mid air and sends him plummeting into the ground causing a massive explosion from the impact.

The Nomu then lands before turning to look at the dust. Then, from out of it, Madara slowly walks.

Madara is smirking with a slight stream of blood streaking down his chin from his mouth. Luckily for him he had managed to activate Sasoono in time and mostly protected himself.

'So, it seems that Nomus, not quite as strong as Deku's full power. Taking into consideration the fact that it was a mid air punch with no footing, I'd estimate that it's maybe 80% as strong.' Madara thinks to himself as he smirks.

'With the increased strength of my Susanoo thanks to training with Mirko, I should be able to do this. Especially if IT works....'

"So you want to play? Fine, let's play. Maybe with that monstrous strength of yours you'll be a decent warm up?" Madara declares confidently.

After a moment of staring each other down, the two launch themselves at the other and prepare to clash.