33 USJ Part 3

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Nomu 100% = Deku 90% = All Might 70%)

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 Susanoo 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.

--Meanwhile--

"Tell me do I know you? You feel familiar." The man with the hands asks Itachi with a calm but collect glare.

Itachi simply remains silent as his scarlet red eyes stare deep into the eyes of the man.

Annoyed at being ignored, the man then dash's forwards his two arms outstretched in front of him.

However, he suddenly stops short as he works around him turns red and three large nails slam into his chest and nail him to the ground

"GAHHHH!!!" He screams in pain at the nails now impaired in his chest.

Itachi, however calmly walks over to him, "Tell me, what's your name."

The man snarls, "You bastard! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to wring your neck and slowly watch as you turn to dust! I'm going to fucking enjoy it too! I'll kill you!" The man then grabs the nails, and suddenly, they begin to decay along with the red world around them.

Itachi is then staggers backwards as he drops his Kunai to grab his eyes with his hands while gritting his teeth. 'What the hell? How'd he do that!'

"Hehehehehe. Your interesting! My names Tomura Shigaraki, say! Why don't we forget all about my threat! I was just quite angered by the pain from that little technique of yours! So, why don't you come and join us!" The man offers with a smile.

Itachi snorts, "Join you? Sorry but no thanks. Though, why don't you share what your after?"

Tomura chuckles, "Well, I think you already know what I'm after! The death of All Might!!"

Itachi then narrows his eyes, 'that can't possibly be all there is to it. They could have attacked him in many other situations, so why pick at U.A.?'

Tomura then sighs, "We'll, I guess you'll have to die since you won't join us. What a pity."

With that Tomura dashes forewords once again, this time however, he avoids looking into Itachi's eyes.

Itachi, then quickly reaches into his cloak to pull out two more Kunai before meeting his charge head on. Itachi's Sharingan is still blazing, but, now there is a streak of blood on his cheek coming from his left eye.

Itachi ducks beneath a grab attempt and then lashes upwards with a slash which is promptly blocked by Tomura.

The two trade a couple of blows, but as the two seem to be exact equals one unable to gain an advantage over the other.

This only lasts for a few moments however as Itachi suddenly feels a sharp pain in his eye causing his movement to falter. 'SHIT!'

That second of a advantage is al Tomura needs as he lunges forewords and quickly grabs Itachi's neck.

The moment all five of Tamura's fingers touch his neck, Itachi feels a sharp intense burning. "Gah!"

The skin around his neck quickly begins to decay peeling away the skin and revealing the red musscle tissue.

'Shit no time! I gotta get free now!' Itachi swears to himself.

*SHING!*

The sound of metal on wood rings out as a flash of light on steel whips towards Tamura's neck with incredible speed and precision. The sound of air being cut can be heard as it speeds towards it's target.

"Tch!" Tomura snarls in annoyance as he's forced to release Itachi and darts backwards.

The two then stand opposed from each other staring the other down. Itachi however, is grasping his neck which is now bleeding. However, for some strange reason, the bleeding is very minimal resulting in it not being life threatening.

Itachi however, despite his damaged neck, and his left eye, now is at a disadvantage despite having his sword out. Sweat quickly forms on his brow as he holds out his sword. The sword itself looks to be a simple chokuto sword, but the blade is incredibly sharp.

Tomura frowns, "That attack was not withdrawn. You were attempting to kill me with that attack. Yet you call yourself a Hero?"

Itachi doesn't even bother trying to respond as he knows it would be pointless anyways. With his throat in its current condition, he's lucky he can still breath without a hitch.

'I failed. Since he managed to avoid my attack, hiding my sword actually turned out to be less effective than if I had started with it. I miscalculated his reaction time.'

Itachi then glances over at where Madara is fighting and can't help but grow nervous, 'I see. This might not end well. I can only hope Obito is doing better than us two. We'll need the help.'

--Meanwhile--

Madara is not doing much better.

While Madara had correctly predicted the Nomu's strength, it's speed and durability just completely outclasses him.

Madara is currently sliding backwards despite standing in a defensive stance. His arms crossed in front of him and Susanoo Ribcage constantly being up he is slowly being forced back.

The Nomu, is simply wailing into Madara at full force launching a barrage of attacks too fast for Madara to strike back.

His condition, while not critical, is definitely not great as he had been forced to receive this barrage for nearly 2 full minutes now, and while Sasoono is an incredible defense, it is not perfect yet.

Madara's armor, is once again, almost completely destroyed. His face and torso are covered in small bruises, and blood is dripping from his mouth.

'Damn it. This thing is just too fast! If I don't do something here soon I'm not going to last!'

Madara then grits his teeth as for now, he simply has to hold his ground.