So, her next adventure is in the MCU, huh?

I know I can't please everyone, and I can safely say that Akari won't spend too long in this nerfed state, but I think having her being weak again will let her get a bit of a more level-headed perspective. And, for those of you new, I'd recommend going to read War Dog and the subsequent stories, otherwise you are going to be exceptionally confused about what on earth is going on.

Also, FYI, Akari can't use the Naraka Path to heal herself. The Game itself dictated that the ONLY way to heal it was to find a special item. If it was a regular cripple, before she had expelled so many clones, then she could have, yes. But when she then broke her coils even further trying to fix herself, it became permanent.

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Landing with a thump on unforgiving ground, Akari lay still for a good long while.

She didn't care to move or do anything, not with her own ribs stabbing her internal organs and her throat feeling like, well, like a tentacle had crushed it. She saw a notification appear on the side of her vision, but simply ignored it, waiting for her healing rate to fix her broken body so she could figure out where the fuck killing Abeloth had taken her. Unfortunately for Akari, it seemed the Game wasn't happy being ignored, as a pop-up appeared in front of her eyes.

Thorax - Severely Crippled - 50% reduction to health (Minimum 1% of total remaining), inability to move beyond 15 meters per second. Doing so will incur HP-loss penalties.

Throat - Severely Crippled - 50% reduction to health (Minimum 1% of total remaining), inability to speak.

As two or more body parts have been severely crippled, the player may make a choice. Player can either choose to not fix either, upon which will simply have to deal with the detrimental effects until they are able to heal their injuries somehow. Player may also choose to fix one, upon which the other shall become a permanent crippling affliction, fixable only through special items obtained from quests.

Letting out a choked-off sigh, Akari reread exactly what her system had just told her, resisting the urge to curse the Entity out. It wasn't exactly like she had a better way to deal with Abeloth. Regular ships would do nothing, Jutsus fueled with millions of points of Chakra also did fuck-all, and that was even if she still fucking had them, which thanks to her ruptured Chakra Coils, she fucking didn't!

She'd forgotten to observe the hulking beast, but considering how it was still able to beat her in a contest of speed, Abeloth was probably still way above her own level. The only reason she hadn't died coated in the internal acids of the thing was because the Dagger of Mortis presumably severed its connection to the Force. That didn't explain why she had immediately had a flash of darkness snuffing out her emergency Katon Jutsu and-

Akari winced as she recalled the seal she had used, reaching a fucking agonizingly slow arm to peel off the paper tag attached to her side. She only had a few of them, her clones didn't have much time to craft them after all, but it had saved her bacon, a mix of her own Chakra mixed with Natural Chakra which had then been forced into a nature suited to her, giving her a boost even at the cost of feeling like her guts had been set on fire.

Of course, she was now feeling the backlash of her actions as her body came out of its adrenaline high and left her with all the new aches and pains, the worst two of course being her ribs and throat. She didn't want to consider it, but the fact remained that she had to choose, and frankly, it was an obvious choice if she was going to survive whatever new hell she'd been dumped into.

Her thorax being crippled to the point that she could only move at 15 meters per second? That was only a little faster than Usain Bolt could run...she believed. It had been a long time after all, and she couldn't quite recall whether he was a little faster or slower, but she was fairly sure she was close to his top speed. By comparison, being unable to speak was...pretty bad, granted, but nowhere near as severe as having...Akari dozed for a moment as she tried to figure out exactly how much of a speed loss that was...something like 99.985% decrease or something, since her absolute top speed was something in the area of 100 kilometres per second.

Of course, normally she didn't move nearly that fast, being able to knock out an army of thousands in a single second wasn't very fun, but being so reduced to be barely above peak human speed? She just could not accept that, it was absolutely unthinkable. She exhaled slowly, mindful of her battered throat, before affirming her resolve and focusing on the option to make her throat permanently crippled.

She had to do a quest for an item to fix her Chakra Coils anyway, and there was absolutely no way she was going to be living with a crippled thorax, so the decision was basically made for her. She winced at the sensation of her ribs being snapped back into place and her internal organs healing. Within maybe a minute or two she felt alright again, and when she checked her status, she saw that she had healed back up to 75 million health points, 50% of her maximum. Her healing rate hadn't been affected, just the pool itself. A shame it wasn't the same for her Chakra, but then again, if she was constantly getting more Chakra with nowhere to put it, she'd appear like a fucking bonfire to anyone who could sense it, since she'd have to expel it or explode.

Letting out a slow whine of pain, she peeled her crust-covered eyes open and looked around for the first time, immediately sighing. It was a rubbish-filled fucking alleyway. She rolled onto her side and pulled herself to her feet, grimacing at her blood-covered skin. Abeloth's swallowing of her had clearly done more damage than she'd expected. Withdrawing a bottle of water from her inventory she upended it over her head and soaked herself, removing the layer of dried blood covering her body, pretty much all of it hers.

As she did this, Akari considered her plans. Her first business was figuring out what Universe she was in, since if it was one she knew she could plan from there. Immediately after that, figure out whether to stay in this city or fuck off to wherever else on the planet she could. After all, if it was something like 40K...Akari shook her head. She tossed the empty bottle of water into a garbage pile and retrieved another, washing off her arms and legs quickly.

With that done, she ran her thumb over her vest. It was one of the few she had refined to be unbreakable, which was the only reason it hadn't been burnt away, same with the rest of her clothes. Experiments she had run on it before informed her that unbreakable wasn't quite true. She could be stabbed through it, and a hole would appear temporarily, but it would re-seal itself. Even destroying the whole thing saw it re-appear where it was placed, so it was more like it disappeared when damaged in sufficient amounts in a certain place and then reappeared, which made sense. It'd be weird to be stabbed, her vest to not get pierced, but she still got stabbed and took damage.

Lamenting the fact that she didn't have a mirror in her inventory, Akari was about to jump into the air, use her Kiri-Woka no Jutsu to go invisible and start flying to do some recon, but then remembered that she didn't have any fucking energy, not a single drop. She opened her mouth to mutter about that fact to herself...then snapped it shut with a click. 'Hey Kurama, you still there boo?' She thought towards him.

"I'm still here Akari. More to the point, how are you holding up?" Brushing a hand against her throat, she frowned. She'd long ago given Kurama permission to see her menus and things, trusting him plenty already anyway, so it wasn't like he hadn't seen what choice she just had to make. Thinking about it for a moment, she just shook her head. There wasn't much of a point lying to Kurama after all.

'About as well as can be expected. You want to try entering your familiar form, make sure it still works?' She sent back at him. He responded with a hesitant acceptance, slowly pushing his Chakra through the seal. At a few points it got a bit painful, but since he was being so slow about it, it wasn't detrimental. Eventually, he was sat atop her shoulder and looking at her with a vulpine frown of his own.

More specifically her throat. "Well, I suppose I'll have to be your voice for a while." Snorting, which was utterly silent again, Akari rolled her eyes at him, running a hand through her hair and immediately blanching. She hadn't lost any of it, but it was just as blood-crusted as her skin had been. Ignoring Kurama's stifled amusement, she upended another two bottles over her hair whilst 'accidentally' splashing him a little, then threading her fingers through it to clean it off as much as she could. The first order of business was finding a mirror to make sure she didn't still look like a murdering psychopath covered in blood.

Not that she hadn't killed plenty of people, but no need to let people know that.

'This is really, really bad Kurama.'

Akari stood outside of a shop with televisions staring at the reporter. She'd been there for nearly half an hour reading the subtitles, ignoring all the bullshit about the weather and celebrity gossip, all of that was useless, up until they reported on the proper news, and what news it was. "What's so important about that guy anyway? Don't tell me you got a crush on him or something?"

Sighing silently, she resisted the urge to flick Kurama's nose. 'No, 'this guy' is important because it tells me where we are, and it also tells me when. If we were a few years in the future...well, we could be absolutely fucked either way.' Akari refocused on what the reporter was saying, that the search for Tony Stark was still on-going in Afghanistan...that meant MCU, that meant Thanos...'We need to-' Akari cut herself off before she could do anything hasty. Being quick to action was what got her into this mess to begin with, making it worse just wasn't in the cards.

Turning away from the screens, Akari began walking down the street again, her clothing attracting a few curious looks but nothing extreme. The only issue was that she still had no idea where she was. Eventually, she asked Kurama to speak for her, and though he acted too high and mighty for that, he tempered his voice so it wasn't so commanding.

'Asking' a single pedestrian about which way to the nearest landmark saw them hum for a moment before pointing down the street and telling her that the Rockefeller Center was that way, giving her directions. That told her that she was in New York, though exactly where she didn't know. She followed those rough directions for a while before eventually giving up and asking another pedestrian where the Rockefeller Center was, only two streets away apparently. Both of them apparently thought her little fox-talking act was hilarious though, so at least they'd made their own little story up for what she was doing.

Reaching her destination, she went into the building, immediately bee-lining for the nearest clothing store. She didn't have any money, sure, but she also didn't look like the sort of person you messed with, so her trip to the changing rooms went unhindered. From there, she quickly looked herself over. Any blood under her vest and clothes would be absolutely fine, it was just the bits that people would actually see.

Fortunately, it seemed her impromptu shower with bottled water had done the trick in getting rid of most of the blood, leaving only a couple of small flakes here and there that she had to pick off. Her hair was still a bit of a mess which she had pulled into a scraggly ponytail, but there wasn't much she could do about that until she found a place where she could shower and properly clean up.

Akari finished looking herself over, then exited the changing room and out of the shop, standing outside with a tilt on her lips as she considered how to go about things. If her memory served correctly, she had about 3 years until Loki destroyed New York. In-between then and now she had the stuff from the first Thor movie, Iron Man one and two, the Hulk, then Steve Rogers waking up...not that she actually had to really deal with any of that too much. It'd be interesting, sure, but when she was cut-off from her Chakra, she couldn't just fly into Tony's house and set up shop with her feet kicked back.

She had the durability to survive anything he threw at her, sure, but she probably wouldn't survive if the US decided she'd be best on an operating table or in a morgue. Kurama, of course, wouldn't allow that without a fight, but him acting would likely bring far too much attention to earth before it was ready. Stuff like Dormammu, or the early ire of Thanos. Sure, Odin was scaring him away right now, but the instant he slipped into Odinsleep again, Thanos would likely take the opportunity to eliminate whatever was threatening his plans.

Taking out a Ryo coin, Akari rolled it across her knuckles idly. First things first, she had to get some stability. Sure, she had enough food in their inventory by now to feed a country, as well as plenty of water...not that she needed them, but she didn't have a house stored away in there. She had her ships, but somehow she assumed those would attract some very uncomfortable scrutiny. Star Wars was most definitely an existing franchise in this Universe considering she could see from where she was leaning against a wall a toy store with a Millenium Falcon in the window.

It would take quite a bit of Star Wars knowledge to know that the ship she brought out was a ZH-40, sure, but if a group like S.H.I.E.L.D decided to look into her, she doubted they would miss something as simple as that, not with the tech they had. As she rolled the coin onto her thumb and flicked it up, she remembered the other notification she got, opening her menu with a quick mental flick and going into her notifications, bringing up the other, which was for killing Abeloth.

The rewards were alright, a random Mangekyo technique or an assassin robot in top of a 750,000 experience reward and another 500,000 for killing Palpatine, but could definitely have been better, like maybe the item she needed to fix her Chakra coils. Exiting the Rockefeller Center, Akari wandered vaguely southwards, eventually coming across a suitably abandoned alleyway. Once there, she picked the Assassin droid. The simple answer was that she had no Chakra right now to use the technique anyway, while the more advanced answer was that after she got her Chakra back and went to Konoha to accidentally bump a few Uchiha and get their DNA, she would get plenty of different techniques by merging those eyes together anyway.

Instead of being put in her inventory, the droid was placed in front of her. Unfortunately, it wasn't one she recognized like IG-88, though it vaguely tickled the back of her mind that she did know it somehow. It was plated in rusty-red metal and carrying a weirdly angular rifle, with a triangular heat-sink over the barrel and a scope. Its face kinda reminded her of a mole-rat. "I am HK-47, awaiting orders."

Akari spoke to Kurama, who relayed her words and questions about what exactly HK-47 was, what orders he would accept, things of that nature. According to him, he was an assassin droid from the Old Republic, the last thing his memory banks recorded was being stuck in a derelict ship on Mustafar, and then he was here, in his current body, with his primary directive being to follow any and all of her orders, to not try to subvert said orders, and to protect her from any and all threats.

When he then asked her what his first task was, Akari just shrugged. She really had no idea, to be honest. Maybe sending him to go and keep an eye on Alexander Pierce would be a good idea, since from her recollection he was the one who kicked off most of the problems...or maybe Bucky? Zola was one of the big players as well wasn't he? Akari shifted to lean against the wall, HK keeping an eye out even as he patiently awaited orders.

The problem was that it had been such a fucking long time since she had died that she couldn't remember much of the other Universes any more. She remembered the big players, like Thanos, Red Skull and those ones, but some of the other stuff just slipped through like water through a strainer. There was probably something huge she was forgetting which would massively fuck her over, but since she couldn't remember it, she just shrugged. Not point fretting over it, after all, it'd just waste her time.

Since he was her best shot at self-defence, Akari told HK-47, or rather, Kurama told him for her, that she would be keeping him in the equivalent of a dimensional pocket, and that when he re-emerges, to be ready for combat, since she would effectively be using him as a defence mechanism. He didn't seem too happy to be being locked away like that, but when she asked him if he believed he could stay secret in this sort of environment, he responded in the negative. There were just too many cameras and angles for people to see him.

Laying a hand on him, she placed him in her inventory, shifting some items around so she could open it and instantly retrieve him, then turned her focus elsewhere. Iron Man had been kidnapped for about a month, and it took him over half a year to escape, so she still had a good long while before anything major kicked off. She'd already missed some stuff, of that she was certain, but she couldn't really recall anything super dangerous until around 2012, whereas it was 2007 now.

The only problem was that she kinda...had to get involved in dangerous situations in order to get quests since only a quest would give her the item she needed to fix herself. That meant getting involved with Stane. She formed a crude plan involving accidentally getting dragged into their machinations by breaking into Stark's place just as Stane stole his arc reactor under the guise of wanting to steal from Stark, then getting wrapped up in the whole thing.

Being identified wouldn't be an issue, she had an ANBU mask one of her clones had been messing with, which was fortunately put back in her inventory before they all dispersed. On the inside of the mask it looked plain, but that was because the seals had been written with invisible ink. It drew in Natural Chakra, pushed it through a huge reservoir of Chakra the clone had placed within to make it safe to use, then used that as a fuel source for the seals.

What the seals did was cast a Henge on the user, changing their appearance around. So if she was to place the mask on, her hair would appear brown, blonde, blue or some other colour. Her outfit would also change to something random, since her Jonin Vest and other gear was really recognizable. That meant that so long as she was wearing the mask, she was basically unidentifiable. It sucked that a few of her other experiments like making contact lenses which made her eyes look like their normal crimson and hid her activating her Rinnegan were lost, but it wasn't a huge deal.

Yawning, she sat down with her back against one of the walls, taking some Dango from her inventory. Sure, she didn't need to eat, but it was nice and relaxing. Plus, as she flicked a piece upwards and watched Kurama snap it out of the air with a grin, it wasn't like it hurt. "Well well well lads, look what we got here, a lost bird and her little fox?" Akari snorted at the fucking awful attempt at intimidation, standing up and casting her eyes down to the entrance to the alleyway. "Suppose we should help her get back to her nest, boys?"

Not wanting to hear his gratingly annoying voice any more, Akari walked casually towards them, suddenly turning up her speed and slamming into the lead goon with her fist going right through his ribs. She stopped before she punched out of his back, but curled her fingers much in the way the Kumo Head Nin had done all those years ago. This goon most definitely did not have her durability, and it showed as she pulled his guts out...literally.

Before any of the others could yell and draw attention to her, she leapt into the midst of them, lashing out with a high-kick at head height as she spun around, killing all those unfortunate enough to have not ducked. The few who did survive...well, maybe the quick death was actually better. She snapped an arm out to grab one thug by the hair and slammed his face into her knee, then mule-kicked the one coming up from behind her right in the balls.

The rest seemed about ready to run, but she didn't want any word of her getting out, so she quickly turned her speed up past what they could even see and tore through them like a scythe through wheat. They were all just common street scum, so utterly weak that even an Academy Student would have no trouble taking them down. The one she nut-shotted tried to draw away, but she put an end to that by stomping on his throat, accidentally breaking his head away from his body and getting even more blood over herself.

Sighing, she wiped away the blood on her face and turned around, heading to the dead-end of the alleyway and then climbing up it. Climbing with her hands rather than walking straight up was a novel experience, but it reminded her of rock-climbing, so it was all good, the bricks having enough of a gap between them that she could quite easily put her fingers there and lift herself up, eventually reaching the rooftops. From there, she quickly dumped water on herself again, made easier by the fact that the blood hadn't dried, and lamented not being able to use Suiton Jutsus again.

From the top of the building, Akari could see quite a bit of the New York skyline, like the Empire State Building for example. Glancing around for other landmarks, she started making her way towards it, only managing to go a few short hops before she hit a street too wide to easily jump across. She could do it, but if anyone saw her...well, that didn't matter. She shoved her mask onto her face and felt it take effect, protecting her identity.

With that done, she leapt straight across the large gap, her strength still plenty enough to let her cross streets between buildings without much issue. Sure, her Chakra was gone, but she still had other ways to deal with stuff, like the Kusanagi, the refined equipment she had already made, and a few thousand of her Bakuyaku Fuinjutsu (Explosive Sealing Technique) scrolls in each nature that her clones had been busily making in mass quantities. They had all already been pre-fed with Chakra, they just needed to be activated.

She didn't have chakra any more, but as long as she didn't lose her thumbs somehow she could still touch them with her thumbprint, which was one of the ways to activate them. The one she usually would use was a flare of her own Chakra, but of course that was impossible now. Then, while she couldn't fly, she could still run, and her Agility wasn't affected by Chakra, so escaping the blast-zone would be as simple as that time that Quicksilver emptied the entire X-Men Mansion before the explosion, except with less saving people and more just running away.

Casting a quick glance over her shoulder just in case, she saw nothing and continued hopping. One of the entities that actually worried her somewhat was the Ghost Rider...if he even existed. She was definitely in the MCU, but how much of the MCU actually existed was utterly in the balance. The Ghost Rider, Punisher, Daredevil, the Inhumans, the Mutants, the Fantastic Four...they were all a part of the Marvel Universe. If they all existed, especially the ones revolving around the Ghost Rider...they were far more terrifying beings than Thanos.

But, on the other hand, this could potentially be a Universe where they didn't actually exist, it was just content from the movies...which still meant the Ghost Rider might exist still. Ghost Rider had appeared in a few movies, and he had also been in Agents of Shield, so there was definitely a good chance he still existed, which called into question what others might exist.

Shaking her head, Akari adjusted her footing for her next jump, leaping across the next gap with ease. She had no doubt a few people had seen her flit past, and maybe she had been caught on a camera at some point or another, but it was unlikely, nor did it matter much. Her mask would mask her identity, so as soon as she took it off, she simply had to act normal and she'd appear to be entirely different. She skidded to a stop and looked over the edge of the next building, frowning as she did so.

Akari...had no idea what to fucking do.

Akari nibbled another bite of her roll as she watched Kevin McSomething-or-other shoot Marv in the face.

Using some of the random items in her inventory, Akari got some money by pawning them off. They were mostly odds and ends, items that had been stuffed in there for ages and that she didn't care about. To sell some of it, she had to find the more dubious pawn-brokers, who were happy to take her Kunai from her. They were all ones she had made using the Banbutsu Sozo no Jutsu, meaning there were no imperfections in the construction. If the Kunai were to be melted down, you'd get pure iron from it, as well as traces of whatever might still be on the blade from whatever it last cut into.

She didn't sell her old knives, since even if she never used them, they were still too valuable sentimentally to give up. Instead, she sold one of the many trash-tier katanas in her inventory from when she got them as rewards for killing bandits way back when she was a Genin, having never cleared the weapons out. They weren't as well-made as her Kunai, but the size of the swords and the fact they were still razor-sharp meant she got a hefty chunk of cash for each one, and she had literally thousands, having killed countless faceless mooks back while she was taking care of Naruto as well.

This cash influx meant she could afford the deposit and a years worth of rent for an apartment in Manhattan, going for one in the Bowery simply because it reminded her of the place from the second Home Alone movie. The reminder of the movie led her to her current position perched on a couch with a breakfast bap in her hand and the aforementioned movie playing on a newly-bought television.

Hey, it had been...something like twenty years since she'd last seen a movie, she thought it fair she get to relax for a while with a comparatively-ancient movie. From a rough count, she'd spent 5 years awake in the Star Wars Universe, about 14-15 in the Harry Potterverse, then 8 back in the first Universe, so it had been about 27-28 years since she had died originally. Nearly 3 decades since she'd last watched a movie...well, longer than that considering her circumstances when she died meant she couldn't exactly pop down to the nearest store and grab a movie.

That helped put into perspective just how long it had been since she'd been...well, normal wasn't the right word, since most girls didn't look at a city under siege and think would be fun to stay there fighting, but a normal human physically. Even now, cut off from her energy, she could still bench-press a building just fine. But it did mean she could now appear at least vaguely normal for a time.

Didn't mean she was going to leave the MCU to do its own thing though, she didn't fancy getting unlucky and disappearing into atoms. As she thought that, a notification appeared on the side of her vision, making her grin. She opened it, and that grin narrowed slightly.

Quest Received.

Dessert? Oh, no, just a desert.

Objective:

Hunt down and save Tony Stark from the Ten Rings.

Reward: 250,000 experience.

Hidden Objective:

?

It wasn't exactly a great quest, only 250,000 experience and no extra reward like an item that temporarily supported her energy and let her use it, or maybe just the item she needed to fix herself? Sure, she liked that she could act normal for a while, but it wasn't like she couldn't do that by just suppressing her energy output and thus appearing to any sensor as though she was just normal. Plus, Stark was somewhere in the Middle East, not exactly an easy place to get to, not when she didn't have the ability to fly.

But, she would still do it, simply for the fact there was a hidden objective, and there was no way she could turn that down, not when it could fix her energy. The fact was that being mute for a while actually sounded sort of interesting, plus wasn't really that detrimental overall, whereas having absolutely no energy to save herself if she got in a tight spot was unacceptable.

With that in mind, she watched to the end of the movie, then threw all the stuff in the apartment, which wasn't very much, into her inventory, before leaving. The apartment had been paid off for a full year, but she didn't expect that it wouldn't be broken into at least once. She hadn't left a phone number or anything when she bought the place, and while normally that'd be needed, considering she had fuck-all for identification, she had to rent from a disreputable individual. That meant that when she came back, despite telling the guy that she'd be back in a month or two, she expected to find the place either currently or recently occupied.

As long as they didn't fuck the place up too badly, she really didn't give a shit.

Balancing on top of the large fence, Akari looked over the military airport with a keen eye, nudging her mask up slightly to scratch her jaw.

As she had mentioned before, she had no identification. Flying anywhere, especially since 9/11 had happened in-universe, without identification was practically impossible. That meant she had to slip aboard an aircraft. Civilian airports were way too busy to figure out what flights went where, but, well, America was still massively mixed up in a fight in the Middle East, and that meant constant flights into and out of that place.

Akari dropped down into the compound, crouching low and sprinting at high speed towards the nearest hangar, keeping her head on a swivel for any patrols. Sure, if someone saw her she was confident she could silence them before an alarm was raised, but when they woke up, things would go a bit pear-shaped. She could just kill them, but then when they were reported missing and the body was found, an even bigger shit-show would kick off.

Fortunately, or maybe just thanks to her speed, she reached the hangar before any patrols spotted her, drawing a pair of refined Kunai and using them to help climb her way up to the roof. From there she looked across the entire airfield, waiting until she saw a C-130 spooling up and preparing to take off. Sliding down the side of the hangar, she carefully watched the ATC Tower while she ran to the plane and jumped up onto the wing, running across onto the main fuselage and sliding to hide behind the tail, her head poking out and looking around the other side of the plane to make sure nobody saw her.

As soon as she felt the plane move, she groaned and thumped her head against the fuselage. This was all so fucking unnecessary, she could have just boarded a freighter across the Atlantic and then just ran to the Middle East, or even just found a secluded place, brought out the Fenris, took one of the Eta-2 Actis-class Interceptors, put the Fenris away again, then fly across the Atlantic herself. The Actis-class was only like 6 meters long anyway, and as long as she kept low to the surface of the ocean she could fly all the way across without any issues, then just land on the other side as soon as she hit the beach put the ship away again, and nobody would be any the wiser.

Debating whether or not to just get off the aircraft at that moment, the decision was made for her when the plane stopped and the engines started shutting down, sirens and klaxons going off across the base as well as a lot of yelling. Making sure the mask was firmly in place, Akari slipped off the back of the plane and dropped to the floor, sprinting for cover.

She could see a lot of soldiers looking at her, so even if the alarm wasn't set off by her, they knew she was there now. Nobody opened fire yet, because the risk of hitting something behind her rather than her was too high, especially since she was obviously moving faster than a human could hope to achieve. Instead it seemed they were trying to corral her.

That plan quickly fell apart for them when she pretty much ignored the attempt and sprinted towards the nearest perimeter wall, leaping over it a mere second after she decided on that course of action. 100 kilometers per second was her top speed, so if she wanted she could have disappeared instantly, but since it'd appear as though she teleported rather than a burst of speed, she would attract way more attention. Better for the Americans to believe she could do temporary speed boosts and high jump height.

She covered the clearing around the wall in the same time, gunfire finally opening up from the towers but entirely ineffective against her speed, since she literally ran faster than a bullet. Deciding to be cheeky, she spun just as she reached the treeline, waiting for one of the towers to draw a bead on her, then drew one of her refined Kunai and threw it directly in the path of the gun, smashing straight into the barrel and splitting it in two, stopping somewhere in the receiver.

With that done, Akari then fled into the forest, trying not to laugh at the stunned look on that gunner's face.

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Name: Akari Uchiha

Level: 1294

Age: Ageless (17 - Appearance)

Experience: 894,003/1,294,000

To Next Level: 399,997

Title: Animal Tamer - Rank 5 - 100% chance to dissuade creatures from attacking during encounter. Prolonged or repeated exposure allows reputation, rapport as well as affinity to build with any animal. Note - familiars and mind-controlled creatures are exempt from this ability.

Secondary Title: Assassin - 200% increase to damage on unaware enemies, 100% experience for stealth kills

Health Points: 150,015,000 - (((100 Base + (Vit x End)) x 10) x 3) x 5

Regeneration Rate - 50,000,000/m - 833,333.33*/s - (((Vit x End) x 2) x 5) x 5

Energy Points: 0 - ((((100 Base + (Int x Wis)) x 10) x 1.5) x 3) x 5 - Crippled

Regeneration Rate - 0/m - 0/s - (((Int x Wis) x 2) x 5) x 5 - Crippled

Strength - 1000

Vitality - 1000

Endurance - 1000

Intelligence - 1000

Agility - 1000

Wisdom - 1000

Luck - 740

Affinities - Fire, Lightning, Earth, Water, Wind - Primary Affinities granted by Rinnegan

5 Skill Points Available