There was blood everywhere.
She wanted to close her eyes and let it all fade away, as if not seeing the red would somehow make it unreal. Instead she grabbed another kunai, steel threading through her fingers like silk as she released it in rapid fire, and ran towards the next target.
The streets were chaos, civilians rushing around in a panic, making the enemy harder to find. Green flashed by her, the vest a familiarity that had her risking a limb to turn and follow. He wasn't engaging
in any near struggles, which meant he was heading where the main fight was.
Where Genma was.
Where Naruto was.
In the direction that, whenever she glanced that way, her heart started pounding.
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