Given everything that had happened, Mako figured that it was about time he took his leave from this glittering metal placemat and head somewhere to rest up. Although it had barely been an hour since he first grew so large that he was able to reach the cruising height of a commercial airliner just by standing on his tippytoes, he already felt as though he had been running nonstop up a steep mountain cliff for an entire afternoon. His biology teacher wasn't kidding when she said that bigger bodies meant more energy being required to move them; just a few minutes of him stomping around had winded him like he was a geriatric patient!
That was definitely improving his opinion on his current size by leaps and bounds.
Mako closed his eyes and desperately resisted the urge to squeeze at the bridge of his nose until he could snap it off the way he would a Kit-Kat bar. No matter, he thought; he could live with this, no problem. It's not like he needed go very far, anyway, since he was pretty sure he could cross through all of Japan in a few hours. Given his current luck, he mostly felt grateful that his body hadn't collapsed in an implosion of guts and viscera and bone. Right now, what he needed more than anything else was time to think through his next course of action, 'cause he sure as heck wasn't getting anything out of what he was doing right now.
The problem was, where was he going to find a good place to rest? Ideally, Mako would prefer to find somewhere with an elevation that went beyond his ankles so that he could at least get some protection from the wind. That meant his best bet would be to head off towards the mountains. Fortunately, considering Japan was about 80% mountains, that meant that he had a full pick of the litter to choose from.
Looking around, Mako could see a plethora of lush, green speckled peaks and breath-taking arrowheads for him to nestle up against. Right now, however, the one that was currently catching his eye was the highest peak in all of Japan: Mount Fuji. If he recalled correctly, the mountain was about 4 kilometers tall from sea level, give or take. Might as well compare himself to the great peak herself and see if he could live that classic childhood dream of leapfrogging over a mountain.
Having decided his course, Mako began to slowly make his way to the most famed of the Three Holy Mountains. Down below, what few stragglers were still left in the ruins of the once-proud capital felt what little hope they have evaporated from their souls as they felt the Earth shift around them once more. All around the sky-shattering boy, the entirety of Tokyo now resembled a misshapen, half-eaten donut, the glistening skyscrapers at the outer rim contrasting harshly with the black-tar ruins and dark-brown mulch that the center had been reduced too. His feet looked, for lack of a better word, positively filthy, the undersides stained with composted metal and jagged rocks, with the occasional unidentifiable brown streak being mixed in with the bits of green mulch and broken concrete.
Tokyo, in a word, looked absolutely pitiful. And now, there was no telling if the mountain-sized boy was now intending to finish what he started.
Just the simple act of lifting his foot up proved devastating to what remained of the city; the pressure of his sole pressing on the ruined ground spread cavernous cracks outwards like swarms of hungry lizards, swallowing up the shattered nylon lights and roads in their gaping maws. Then, as the foot lifted off high into the sky, the overwhelming force of his ascending sole as it clashed against the atmosphere was enough to send forth a massive wave of explosive gale-force winds, tearing through the remaining structures, building and tree and human alike, as though they were little more than wood chips to a woodchipper. Finally, the destructive force Mako generated could not be put into words. Not a single sound in the human language could ever hope to invoke the true extent had sent a
Meanwhile, while Mako had been busy pondering over his situation, entire battalions of fighter jets had arrived from all over the world ready to combat the mountainous menace that had appear over Japan. An entourage of ballistic missiles and bombs had been prepared just for this operation, and the military forces wasted no time in using every last inch of firepower at their disposal. Unfortunately for the hapless flies, Mako failed to notice their meager efforts, as their weapons made direct impact on his vast canvas of skin and left little more than an imperceptible singe. Even if Mako had been paying attention to his surrounding, it would have been impossible for him to see the microscopic dust specks that were the world's mightiest collection of air fighters, and as he made his way towards Mount Fuji, he continued to fail to notice them as he simply passed through the cluster, either crushing them against his pillar-esque foot or swatting them out of the skin as a result of the gale force winds he continued to generate.
He knew nothing about the chorus of screams that erupted as his foot finally breached the airways of the outer rim, already looking battered and bruised from the aftereffects of his prior footfalls, before slamming down and sending dozens of districts to their final resting place in one fell swoop. He knew nothing of the kitschy restaurants, the rustic specialty shops, the ancestral homes that were swept away in a tide of ash and dust, leaving nothing in return. He knew nothing about the men and women who were reduced to smudges beneath his soles, nor of those who found themselves just outside the impact zone, only to be thrown hundreds, if not thousands of feet into the, the g-force mangling their bodies beyond recognition long before they hit the ground with a sickening crunch.
Mako didn't know, nor could he be bothered to think about any of these things even hypothetically. Perhaps if he'd been small enough to see them scurrying around on the congested streets, he would have cared, but as it stood, Tokyo was little more than a crunchy grey mat that happened to stand between him and the mountains. If anything, they should have considered themselves lucky that they had the chance to pray for salvation, that the rest of Tokyo had been spared and given the opportunity to flee.
It didn't take long for Mako to arrive at his destination, Walking up to it, it looked as though the mountain was actually about a head or two taller than him. After spending so much time, it admittedly felt pretty surreal to see something that he actually had to look up to get a full view of.
Not that he was complaining in the slightest: all that was that there actually something for him to meaningfully interact with at this size, something for him to really show his full power! Maybe he could try to see if he could leapfrog over Mount Fuji and then continue on with as many mountains as he could! Oh, or maybe he could see if he could destroy the whole mountain! Tear the whole thing down with his bare hands and really strike fear in the hearts of all of humanity!
...but perhaps not before he rested up first. Getting here had already got him all wheezy and out of breath with how much sheer mass he had to lug around. The last thing he needed was to push himself to the brink of death trying to show off - which was still super-lame, by the way!
Still, if he was going to rest here, he might as well wait around a bit and see who would come and stop. The military was probably not going to even register on his radar, but that didn't rule out the possibility of some secret weapon being at play.
Governments loved to have secret weapons. Additionally, there was also the chance that another kaiju would show up and seek to challenge him. Who knew? After all, who said that the magic rock he found that made him this big was the only one of his kind? Perhaps some kid would accidentally find another one and make a wish to stop his tyranny once and for all? Maybe then, something interesting would finally happen and he'd get to have a real kaiju battle!
In the end, Mako decided to...
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