TUNGSTEN
Bakugo, brushing the remains of J-3F off his hands, stepped into the light and beheld an army of mechanized Hanzos.
"Ponytail, tungsten katana."
"That's not a good idea."
"I will read the Communist Manifesto to every child in Japan."
Momo wordlessly handed him the katana. His knees buckled under its weight.
"Are you sure you don't want something lighter?"
"I've carried heavier burdens."
"What, like your neverending crusade against all things machine?"
"That, and this tungsten cube I bought on E-bay that made me immortal."
"I'm pretty sure you got scammed."
Bakugo flicked the katana. A clockwork Hanzo's head fell apart like salami slices. "Does that look like a scam to you?"
Three more Hanzos charged. Bakugo blocked the first lightsaber. His lightsaber glowed dully, and the air crackled and shimmered with the heat pouring off their clashing blades. Bakugo roared, shoved the Hanzo back, and cleaved it shoulder to sternum. A second sweep severed both heads of his remaining opponents.
Bakugo faced down the robot army, held up two fingers, and made a come-hither gesture. The robots obliged. A stamping, clanking army of clockwork samurai strode forth, lightsabers raised and slashing with mechanized precision. Bakugo wove around their blades, nudging plasma edges aside, and severing kneecaps and elbows with each swing of his katana.
Bakugo clambered atop a pile of fallen Hanzos. Raising his katana high, which now glowed bright-red, he shouted, "There will come a day when the strength and courage of men fails. But this is not that day! This day, I fight!"
He leapt down and crushed a Hanzo under his boots. One slice opened a robots chest, spilling out gears and metal tubes. When the robot raised its sword again, Bakugo twisted his grip and stabbed it through the spine. Two robots charged from either side. Bakugo swept back, ducking under both lightsabers, blasted behind him to rocket back to his feet, and lopped off one head while blowing the second to smithereens with his free hand.
The smell of burnt sugar and incandescent metal hung over a field of severed metallic corpses. Bakugo stood amidst the wreckage, gasping for air, head held high, sweat pouring down his face.
"Is that all you got?" He roared.
His words echoed over the silent battlefield. Then from the veil of rising steam, a glowing green shadow emerged. A lone Hanzo plowed through the wreckage, heedless of its fallen brethren.
Bakugo laughed maniacally. "A slave to your own programming. This is why robots will never win."
Bakugo sidestepped the Hanzo's lunge. He snapped his katana up, expecting it to slice the Hanzo in half. With superhuman speed, the Hanzo leaned back and slid its lightsaber in front of itself. Bakugo froze. The lightsaber darted forward, and he nearly lost an eye as he twisted aside and felt a fiery line seared into his face.
The Hanzo's features morphed into Izuku's. Bakugo snarled and raised his katana. "You."
Izuku settled into a Soresu stance. "Me."
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