Naruko roared as she charged headlong into the oncoming swarm of Hormagaunts, Termagants, and Gaunts. Her power hammer came down with brutal force, caving in heads and sending sprays of alien flesh and ichor exploding outward with each swing. In her other hand, her power sword sliced cleanly through chitin and bone, reducing the xenos to pieces as she carved a bloody path through their ranks.
A pack of Hormagaunts lunged at her, swinging their razor-sharp, scything talons in a frenzied assault. But Naruko's reflexes were unmatched—she sidestepped the first blow and drove her knee upward, smashing into one's head with a force that left it dangling limp from its neck. Without hesitation, she unleashed a roundhouse kick infused with wind chakra, cleaving several more in half with an air blade. Her hammer swung upward, tearing through another's head, leaving it grotesquely hanging by a thin thread of sinew as she continued her relentless advance.
The Termagants fired in desperation, their bio-weapons lighting up the battlefield. Naruko ignored the hits, her armor absorbing the impacts as she pressed forward, undeterred. Closing the distance, she cut them down like insects, each sweep of her sword slicing through multiple xenos. Her movements were swift and lethal, a storm of rage incarnate.
But as she plowed through the swarm, a Ravener struck from the shadows, its coiled body wrapping around her tightly in an attempt to crush her. Kushina gasped, shouting Naruko's name in horror, but her voice was drowned out by the battle. Just as the Ravener seemed to tighten its grip, Naruko's hair began to float around her, taking on the appearance of nine ethereal tails, each one glinting dangerously with chakra.
With a furious scream, each of these "tails" shot forward, stabbing repeatedly into the Ravener's chitinous flesh. The creature screeched in agony, its grip weakening as Naruko drove her "tails" deeper and deeper, tearing into its body. Once free, she grabbed hold of the creature's own tail, her fingers digging in until ichor spilled from the wounds. With monstrous strength, she swung the Ravener like a flail, its body smashing into other Tyranids with bone-crunching force.
Naruko turned, locking eyes on a group of Tyranid Warriors as she hurled the Ravener toward them, sending it crashing into a wall with a sickening crunch. She planted her feet and lifted the Ravener one last time before slamming it headfirst into the ground with enough force to leave a crater. The creature lay there, twitching, as she raised her power hammer and brought it down with a thunderous final blow, sending alien blood splattering across her face.
The shinobi of Konoha could only stare, awe-struck by the raw strength and brutality of the strange warrior. Sasuke felt a mixture of shock and fascination as he watched her. He found himself drawn to her power and ferocity, yet unsettled by the violence in her gaze.
Naruko turned her attention to the remaining Tyranid Warriors, putting away her hammer and pulling out her bolt pistol. Charging forward, she swung her sword with brutal efficiency, cutting through Tyranid carapaces and slicing off limbs with every strike. Her pistol barked, sending bolt rounds tearing into xeno skulls with deadly accuracy.
"Come on, you damned aliens!" she snarled, her voice carrying over the chaos. "I am the Emperor's blade, here to bring your end!" Her words were laced with contempt as she ruthlessly cut through the xenos, spilling their blood across the battlefield.
Both Minato and Jiraiya watched, horrified yet transfixed by Naruko's sheer brutality. They had never seen anything like this—a fighter with such terrifying, gore-drenched ferocity. They recoiled as Naruko bit down on the neck of a Tyranid Warrior, tearing into its flesh, before plunging her fist into the exposed wound and yanking out its internal organs in a display of raw, unfiltered savagery.
The battlefield was littered with alien corpses, each one bearing the marks of her wrath. Naruko stood amidst the carnage, blood dripping from her armor and weapons, breathing heavily as she glared at the remaining Tyranids, daring them to come closer.
Naruko stood tall among the broken bodies of the fallen Tyranids, her armor painted in blood and gore. Her gaze burned with defiance as she scanned the battlefield, daring any xenos to approach. Then, as if sensing the challenge, a new wave of Tyranids surged forward—this time, larger and deadlier forms appeared, like the armored Carnifexes and the hulking Exocrines, their massive forms glistening with acid.
The Carnifexes led the charge, bellowing in guttural roars as they thundered forward, their massive claws slicing through the air. Naruko grinned, stowing her bolt pistol and tightening her grip on her power sword. As the first Carnifex lunged, its claws ready to tear her apart, she leapt, swinging her sword in a brutal downward arc. The blade cleaved into the creature's armored skull, splitting it open and spilling thick, dark ichor over her. She wrenched the blade free, turning just in time to dodge the swipe of another Carnifex. She ducked low, rolling beneath it and driving her power sword upward, stabbing through its underbelly and spilling its intestines in a cascade of alien fluids.
As the Carnifex writhed in its death throes, an Exocrine lumbered forward, its massive bio-plasma cannon glowing ominously. It aimed directly at Naruko and fired, a huge glob of corrosive acid hurtling toward her. She dove to the side, narrowly avoiding the projectile as it splattered against the ground, melting rock and leaving a steaming crater. Rising to her feet, she glared at the Exocrine, a savage glint in her eyes.
Charging at it, she summoned her chakra chains once again, which glowed an ominous, crimson red. She whipped them forward, wrapping the Exocrine in their grasp, each link biting into its thick carapace. With a roar, she yanked, pulling the creature toward her. As it stumbled, she leapt onto its back, thrusting her power sword deep into its skull and twisting. Its cannon went limp, and it collapsed with a shudder, more Tyranid blood spilling over her.
But the swarm was relentless. Smaller Genestealers scuttled forward, their claws sharp and deadly. They were fast, leaping toward her from all directions, slashing at her armor. She snarled as she grabbed one by the neck, crushing it with a sickening crunch, its blood spurting across her visor. Another clambered onto her back, claws scraping against her armor. She reached behind, seizing it and slamming it to the ground with enough force to shatter its skull.
The Genestealers closed in, but Naruko was unstoppable. Her chakra "tails" burst to life, stabbing through multiple creatures simultaneously, each impaled alien convulsing as she twisted the tails to tear them apart. She moved with lethal grace, her power sword cutting through Tyranid flesh as her chakra tails weaved around her like living weapons. Each swing sent severed limbs and heads flying, painting the battlefield in sickly greens and purples.
Back in Konoha, the shinobi watched in stunned silence. Sasuke couldn't tear his gaze away, mesmerized by the deadly beauty of her movements, the brutal efficiency with which she dispatched each enemy. The ground around her was littered with corpses, an ocean of alien blood that soaked the earth.
The assault continued, with Tyranid Warriors and Venomthropes joining the fray. The Venomthropes surrounded Naruko, their tendrils oozing toxic spores. She staggered momentarily as the poison bit into her skin, her vision blurring. But she clenched her teeth, steeling herself against the pain. Drawing upon her chakra, she forced the toxins from her system in a powerful burst, her aura flaring around her as she broke through the circle.
Her power sword found the closest Venomthrope, slicing through its tendrils and embedding itself in its chest. She yanked it free, spinning in a deadly arc that severed the head of a Tyranid Warrior mid-lunge. As she fought, the stench of blood and viscera filled the air, thick and choking. The battlefield had become a slaughterhouse, a twisted spectacle of pure carnage.
The Konoha shinobi felt a mixture of horror and awe. Minato and Jiraiya exchanged uneasy glances, both aware of the nightmarish warrior before them, but unable to deny her effectiveness. She was a one-woman army, unstoppable as she tore through creatures that would take entire battalions to subdue.
Naruko felt something clamp around her leg—a Tyranid Warrior had managed to sneak up, its claws digging into her armor. She snarled, swinging her power hammer down in a bone-shattering blow that caved in its skull. With her leg free, she looked around, spotting a new threat—the Zoanthropes hovering nearby, psychic energy crackling around them as they prepared a mind blast.
She clenched her fists, letting out a roar as she focused her chakra. The nine chakra tails whipped out, stabbing each Zoanthrope in a burst of crimson. They screeched in pain as their psychic power backfired, their minds shattered by her assault. Their bodies slumped to the ground, twitching as she turned her attention to the few remaining xenos.
A massive Screamer-Killer Carnifex approached, its roar echoing across the battlefield. She smiled, lifting her hammer and letting out a battle cry as she charged it. The beast swung its claws, trying to crush her. She sidestepped, bringing her hammer down with all her strength, shattering one of its arms. It screeched, lunging with its remaining limb. She ducked under it, her sword slicing through its chest, ichor spilling out like a waterfall.
The Konoha shinobi saw Naruko standing atop the Screamer-Killer's corpse, breathing heavily, her eyes blazing with defiance. Around her lay the broken, bloodied bodies of the Tyranids, her crimson hair floating around her like a battle aura. The earth beneath her was soaked with the remnants of the swarm, and yet she stood, unyielding, her gaze challenging anything else to come forth.
To those who watched, she was no longer just a stranger. She was a force of nature, a nightmare clad in blood and armor—a warrior unlike anything the Elemental Nations had ever seen.
Naruko stood alone, surrounded by the cacophony of monstrous screeches and the thundering of armored feet. As she stowed her power sword and hammer in her inventory, she took a deep breath, closing her eyes as a ripple of red chakra washed over her. Her eyes snapped open, now glowing with a slit-pupil red, casting a sinister, hellish light across the battlefield. From her back, nine blazing chakra tails erupted, each one seething with raw, untamed power, swaying with a life of their own as if possessed by the very fury of the ancient beast sealed within her.
Her fingers flexed, claws sharpening and darkening as her whisker marks deepened, her mouth curling into a wicked grin. The power surged through her, every fiber of her being alight with an insatiable thirst for battle.
The Tyranids charged. First came the hulking, sinewy forms of the Tyranid Warriors, their exoskeletons thick and sinewy, multi-limbed with razor-sharp talons raised high, screeching their mindless, war-fueled rage. Biovores and Lictors followed, each a twisted monstrosity bred for killing, their weapons already beginning to release venomous acid sprays and crackling spore mines. Shrikes swooped in from above, chittering with maddened ferocity as their wings sliced through the air with violent intensity.
Naruko laughed, a chilling, dark sound that seemed to unsettle even the Tyranid swarm. She lunged forward, her hands forming claws that tore into the flesh of the first Tyranid Warrior, ripping its carapace open with an explosive spray of acidic green blood that seared the ground beneath her. Without hesitation, she wrapped one of her tails around the Warrior's body, squeezing with such force that the creature's thick exoskeleton buckled and cracked. With a sharp twist, she snapped its spine in two, letting the mangled corpse drop lifelessly to the ground as she moved on to the next target.
A Biovore lumbered toward her, its maw already widening to launch a deadly spore mine. Naruko was faster. Her chakra-fueled tails lashed out, each one wrapping around the Biovore's multiple limbs, pulling them apart with a brutal force. The creature let out a guttural shriek as Naruko's claws plunged into its thorax, ripping upwards and spilling its viscous innards in a steaming pool of bile and gore.
More Tyranids charged her from all directions. The Shrikes, with their talons and teeth bared, dived at her in synchronized waves, their lethal claws outstretched. Naruko's tails shot up, stabbing through two Shrikes mid-air and flinging their lifeless bodies into the ranks of incoming Tyranid Warriors. She leapt into the swarm, her clawed hands a blur of movement, slicing through limbs, torsos, and throats. She reveled in the chaos, her laughter mingling with the horrified screeches of her enemies as they fell one by one, reduced to shredded corpses beneath her unrelenting assault.
A Lictor appeared out of nowhere, its cloaking ability almost perfect, lunging with outstretched talons that dripped with venom. But Naruko's enhanced senses caught its presence, and she spun just in time, her hand snapping up to grab the creature by the throat. She twisted her wrist, feeling the satisfying crunch of its vertebrae as she tore its head clean off. She flung the headless corpse to the ground, her foot slamming into its torso with a sickening squelch, reducing it to little more than a pulpy smear across the battlefield.
As more Tyranids converged on her, Naruko's chakra surged again, and her tails extended, piercing through multiple foes simultaneously, lifting them into the air before violently slamming them back down. The battlefield became a butcher's yard, littered with mangled bodies, blood pooling around her feet. The ground itself was painted in hues of green and red, a grisly canvas of Naruko's wrath.
Minato, Jiraiya, and Kushina, watching from a safe distance, could only stare in a mixture of awe and horror. The brutality they witnessed was unmatched by any battle they'd seen before. Naruko fought not just with skill but with an unyielding ferocity, as if every kill fueled her even further. The power and rage in her eyes spoke of years of warfare, the kind that left a permanent mark on one's soul.
Naruko turned to face yet another wave of Tyranids, her chest heaving with exhilaration, her body smeared with their blood and entrails. She could feel the relentless tide of enemies but welcomed it, knowing only one thing: she would not stop until every last xeno on this cursed battlefield was annihilated.
Naruko roared, her voice echoing over the battlefield as the next wave of Tyranids charged her. Her primal instincts sharpened, her red-slit eyes narrowing in on every movement around her. This was no ordinary battle—it was an all-out bloodbath. She relished it, feeling the power coursing through her limbs, her chakra tails snapping with energy as they moved like extensions of her own body.
Another group of Tyranid Warriors emerged from the ranks, their muscular frames armed with scything talons and bladed limbs. Each Warrior was a towering mass of bio-engineered flesh, designed to kill. As they circled her, Naruko's eyes glinted with dark amusement. She flexed her claws, taunting them to attack. One lunged forward, talons raised to strike, but she sidestepped and brought her arm up in a sweeping arc, her claws slicing clean through its chest. The creature let out a final screech before she kicked it back into the swarm, its broken body colliding with another Tyranid.
The remaining Warriors launched themselves at her, each swing of their talons quick and brutal, but Naruko's enhanced reflexes allowed her to dodge and weave between their strikes. She twisted low to the ground, sweeping her leg out in a powerful kick, reinforced with wind chakra, that severed the leg of one Warrior while sending another stumbling backward. Her chakra tails shot forward, impaling two more Warriors through their skulls, their eyes rolling back as they dropped lifelessly to the ground.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a Biovore looming near the back of the pack, its grotesque form crouching as it prepared to launch a volley of spore mines. Without hesitating, Naruko drew her bolt pistol from her inventory and fired, the weapon's powerful rounds tearing through the Biovore's armor-like hide. The creature shrieked as her shots tore into its body, and with one final pull of the trigger, Naruko sent a bullet straight into its head, its skull exploding in a spray of green ichor.
Just as she dispatched the Biovore, she felt the earth tremble beneath her feet. Emerging from the shadows was a Lictor, its talons gleaming as it struck with deadly precision. It darted forward, claws raised, its lithe form almost a blur. But Naruko was faster. Her reflexes honed, she sidestepped, reaching out to grab the creature's extended limb, twisting it with a sickening crack. The Lictor screeched, its cloaking field flickering as she lifted it into the air and slammed it down with monstrous force, her chakra-enhanced strength causing its exoskeleton to shatter on impact.
As the Lictor lay twitching at her feet, she drove her heel down into its chest, feeling the ribbed exoskeleton crunch under her weight as she crushed it into the dirt. Blood sprayed around her, staining the ground, and she relished the feeling of the creature's last spasms under her boot. The sight was horrifying yet entrancing, the sheer brutality mesmerizing to the shinobi watching from afar.
Then, out of nowhere, a Shrike swooped down from above, its massive wings casting a shadow over her. Naruko barely glanced up, her eyes glinting with cold fury. She let one of her chakra tails lash out, wrapping around the creature's body in midair and yanking it down to earth with bone-crushing force. The Shrike's body crumpled as it hit the ground, wings twisted at unnatural angles, bones protruding from its mangled limbs. She didn't waste a moment—her fist drove down into the creature's face, smashing its skull into fragments with a sickening crunch.
More Tyranids flooded the battlefield, seeming to replace each fallen comrade. A squadron of Termagants advanced, their weapons spitting acidic projectiles in a frenzied barrage. Naruko moved through the hailstorm of projectiles as though they were nothing but raindrops, each shot glancing off her armor or missing her entirely as she darted and weaved with predatory grace. She closed the distance within seconds, her chakra tails whipping out and tearing through the Termagants like blades through paper, reducing them to a bloody pulp.
Suddenly, a Ravener shot out from the ground, its massive body coiling around her torso, trying to crush her in a vice-like grip. Kushina, watching from a distance, cried out in alarm, but her fears were unfounded. Naruko's chakra tails reacted instantly, stabbing repeatedly into the Ravener's body, the creature's high-pitched wails filling the air. It loosened its grip, and Naruko seized the opportunity, grabbing hold of its tail and swinging the Ravener around, using it as a weapon to bludgeon the surrounding Tyranids. She smashed it into the ground, and when she finally let go, the Ravener was nothing but a twitching mass of broken bones and torn flesh.
The ground was painted in blood, the battlefield a swirling mass of bodies and broken limbs, yet Naruko did not falter. Her chakra tails glowed brighter, and her movements became even more frenzied, her body a whirlwind of destruction as she plunged into the heart of the swarm.
Nearby, a towering Carnifex loomed, its bio-plasma cannon charging up with a menacing hum. Naruko's eyes met its glowing, acidic green ones, and she grinned—a grin that was pure fury and thrill. She bolted toward it, her legs carrying her at an inhuman speed, her chakra tails trailing behind like a fiery comet. The Carnifex unleashed its bio-plasma blast, but she leapt over it, twisting in midair as she brought down her power sword with all her strength, cleaving through the creature's armored head. Its skull split open, and the Carnifex stumbled, its massive body collapsing with a thud as she stood atop its fallen form, her chest heaving with exhilaration.
From the side, Jiraiya, Minato, and Kushina stared in stunned silence. They had witnessed countless battles in their lives, but this was something else entirely. Naruko's unbridled rage, her relentless brutality—it was almost otherworldly. She was no longer just a kunoichi, nor a mere warrior; she was a force of nature, an unstoppable tempest that tore through the Tyranids with the fury of a thousand storms.
Sasuke, watching from a distance, felt a strange, unsettling mixture of awe and fear. This mysterious warrior, this blood-stained goddess of battle, was unlike anything he had ever seen. There was a primal beauty to her violence, a terrible grace in her movements as she decimated everything in her path.
As Naruko charged once more into the thick of the swarm, she felt a surge of adrenaline, her vision sharpening as she spotted a new wave of Tyranid Warriors, Shrikes, and Lictors descending upon her. She laughed, the sound ringing out over the battlefield as she plunged forward, ready to continue the blood-soaked massacre. Her claws gleamed, her chakra tails snapping with deadly precision, each strike a testament to her unbreakable spirit. There was no hesitation, no retreat—only the promise of death to every last xeno in her path.
The dust settled, revealing Naruko standing amid the ruins of several shattered buildings, her form battered but undeterred. She wiped away the trace of blood from her lip, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the massive figure that had struck her.
Standing in the debris before her was the Swarmlord, a towering, four-armed behemoth of alien brutality and cunning. Each arm held a blade crafted from chitinous biomatter, each edge glistening with a deadly venom that dripped to the ground, sizzling where it landed. The Swarmlord's cold, calculated gaze met hers, an intelligence evident in those predatory eyes. This was no mindless xeno; it was a tactical nightmare, a commander of the Tyranid forces, and one of the Hive Mind's deadliest creations.
Around the battlefield, the shinobi who had been struggling just to survive watched in awe and fear. They had seen Naruko fight with unparalleled strength, taking down hordes of Tyranids they could barely wound, but this new creature emanated a terrifying aura. It wasn't just a powerful brute—it was calculating, analyzing every move, ready to exploit any weakness.
Naruko took a steadying breath, feeling her chakra pulse within her, a fierce storm of energy ready to be unleashed. Her fingers curled around her power sword, and her other hand tightened around her hammer as she faced the Swarmlord. She whispered to herself, voice barely audible, "Alright then, you big freak. Let's see what you've got."
The Swarmlord moved first, a blur of speed that belied its enormous size. It closed the distance between them in an instant, its first blade swinging down with a force that split the earth beneath it. Naruko sidestepped, feeling the rush of displaced air as the blade narrowly missed her. She countered immediately, her hammer crashing down toward the Swarmlord's head, but the creature blocked with another of its swords, sparks flying as the weapons collided.
She twisted, swinging her power sword at its exposed side, but the Swarmlord anticipated her move, intercepting her blade with another of its own and retaliating with a swift slash aimed at her legs. Naruko leapt back just in time, the blade barely grazing her thigh armor. She landed, her feet barely touching the ground before she charged forward again, her chakra tails flaring behind her as she struck with all her might.
Naruko's assault was relentless. Her hammer and sword moved in a deadly dance of steel and fury, each swing calculated to break through the Swarmlord's defenses. She struck high and low, aiming for weak points in its carapace, and each time she landed a blow, green ichor splattered from its wounds. But for every strike she landed, the Swarmlord responded in kind, its four blades flashing in coordinated strikes that forced her on the defensive. It was as though she was facing not one but an entire squadron of foes, each blade a separate entity with its own intent to kill.
In one rapid movement, the Swarmlord spun, bringing all four blades down in a crushing arc. Naruko braced herself, her power sword and hammer crossed above her head as she blocked the assault, but the sheer force drove her back, her boots digging into the ground as she struggled to hold her stance. Her arms strained under the weight, her muscles screaming in protest, but she refused to give in. With a growl, she pushed back, twisting to the side and allowing one of her chakra tails to lash out, striking the Swarmlord across the face and momentarily blinding it with a spray of venomous ichor.
She seized the opening, driving her power sword deep into its side, the blade sinking into its thick armor with a satisfying crunch. The Swarmlord screeched, one of its blades slashing upward in retaliation, catching her across the shoulder. Naruko staggered back, the wound bleeding freely, but her adrenaline and healing factor dulled the pain, her focus entirely on the monster before her.
The creature snarled, its four eyes narrowing as it assessed her, adapting its strategy in response to her attacks. It raised one blade, pointing it at her as if issuing a challenge, before charging once more with renewed fury. This time, its attacks were even faster, each strike precise and deadly, aimed not just at her but at her weapons, her armor, her chakra tails, trying to disarm and disable her piece by piece.
Naruko's mind raced as she fought to keep up, her movements a blur of reaction and counter-reaction. She could feel her strength waning, her body protesting with every movement, but she refused to back down. Each time the Swarmlord struck, she met its blades with defiance, countering with her own blows that echoed through the battlefield. She pushed herself harder, her movements becoming more fluid, her power surging as she tapped into the rage that burned within her.
With a roar, she launched herself into the air, bringing her hammer down with a force that cracked the ground beneath them. The Swarmlord barely dodged, but one of its blades shattered under the impact, green ichor spraying across the battlefield. Naruko grinned, her victory short-lived as the Swarmlord retaliated, one of its remaining blades slicing cleanly across her abdomen. She gasped, clutching her wound as blood seeped through her fingers, but her expression hardened, her eyes blazing with defiance.
The two combatants circled each other, both wounded but neither willing to yield. Naruko took a deep breath, focusing her chakra into her tails, each one glowing with fierce energy as they lashed out in a coordinated assault. The tails wrapped around the Swarmlord's remaining blades, twisting and pulling as she forced the creature to drop its weapons, leaving it unarmed.
The Swarmlord hissed, its claws bared as it lunged forward, relying on its sheer brute strength to overpower her. But Naruko was ready. She met its charge head-on, her power sword cleaving through its thick hide, her hammer smashing down onto its exposed carapace with a sickening crunch. Each blow was filled with her rage, her determination, her unwavering will to protect those she loved.
Blood and ichor coated the ground as the two titans clashed in a brutal struggle, their movements a dance of death as they fought with every ounce of strength they possessed. Naruko's breaths came in ragged gasps, her body covered in cuts and bruises, but her spirit burned brighter than ever. She refused to fall, refused to let this creature claim victory.
Amidst the debris and carnage, Naruko's vision blurred as she drove her power sword deep into the Swarmlord's chest, twisting the blade with a fierce cry. The Tyranid monstrosity let out a guttural screech, its body convulsing as green ichor oozed from the gaping wound. With one final, shuddering breath, the Swarmlord collapsed, its towering form crashing to the ground in defeat. Naruko took a shaky step back, breathing heavily, feeling the rush of victory flooding through her as the battlefield fell silent. She raised her head, her voice strong, resounding with hard-won pride.
"For the Imperium!"
Just as the words left her lips, something cold and sharp struck her chest. In her moment of triumph, she hadn't noticed the deadly twitch of the Swarmlord's "lifeless" body as one of its massive wrist claws extended, catching her off-guard. Naruko's eyes widened in shock and pain as the blade pierced through her armor, embedding itself deep into her chest. She gasped, a horrified realization flashing across her face, her breath catching in her throat. She felt her body seize up, her heart hammering as the claw sank deeper, driving her to her knees.
Blood filled her mouth, and she coughed violently, a stream of crimson pouring from her lips. Each breath was a struggle, the pain blinding, suffocating. She forced herself to look down, seeing the Swarmlord's arm lodged in her chest, its deadly, wicked edge tearing into her with brutal finality. Desperation flared in her, and with the last remnants of her strength, she raised her hand, chakra swirling with raw intensity as she channeled her energy into one last attack. Her voice was barely more than a hoarse whisper, yet it carried the weight of her fury and defiance.
"Tailed Beast Blast!"
A blinding surge of energy exploded from her hand, striking the Swarmlord's body with unrestrained ferocity. The blast tore through it, obliterating the creature's torso and shattering its remaining limbs in a spray of green ichor and flesh. The blast reverberated across the battlefield, scattering the lingering Tyranid forces, leaving nothing of the Swarmlord but its severed arm embedded in her chest.
Naruko stumbled, the world spinning around her as her vision darkened. Her strength waned, her senses dulling as everything blurred together, and she felt herself falling, her body collapsing onto the blood-stained ground. The sounds of battle faded away, replaced by muffled voices echoing in her mind, their tones laced with panic and desperation. She could barely make out the familiar timbre of a woman's voice, urgent and pleading, calling her name over and over.
"Naruko! Naruko!"
But the darkness was relentless, swallowing her whole, and the world around her slipped away into silence.
To be continued...
Damn it was a pain in the ass write this big word, but also helpful.