Sasuke steadied himself on the lower branch, his Sharingan spinning as he analyzed the situation. Naruko stood above him, illuminated by the sunlight, her body dripping with water from the lake. Her movements were subtle but predatory, her crimson, slit-pupiled eyes never leaving his.
"She's not like anyone I've fought before," Sasuke thought, swallowing the lump in his throat. The bloodlust radiating from her was suffocating. Even with her chakra sealed, the sheer physicality of her presence was overwhelming.
Naruko's lips curled into a snarl. "You're in my way," she growled. Her voice was calm but brimming with menace.
Sasuke's hands tightened into fists. "I don't know who or what you are, but I can't let you escape. You've hurt too many people already."
Naruko's eyes narrowed, her body tensing. "I don't trust any of you... Stay out of my way!" With that, she leapt from the branch with an explosion of power, her speed startling.
Sasuke barely managed to evade her downward strike as her foot collided with the branch, shattering it into splinters. He flipped backward, landing on another branch as she rushed him again, her speed relentless.
Her instincts screamed at her. This world was unfamiliar, dangerous. These people—masked shinobi, villagers, and now this boy—were enemies. Enemies don't get second chances.
The boy's eyes were peculiar—red with spinning tomoe that seemed to follow her every movement. He was fast, but not fast enough. Naruko feinted a punch and instead twisted her body into a spinning kick. The boy dodged, but not without stumbling from the sheer force of the air displaced by her attack.
"He's skilled," she noted grimly. "But not enough to stop me."
The Fight Escalates
Sasuke grimaced, realizing just how heavy each of her attacks was. He had seen Tsunade fight before, her punches capable of leveling boulders, but this was different. Naruko's strikes weren't just powerful—they were precise, controlled, and unrelenting.
He formed hand seals quickly, summoning a burst of fire. "Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!" he roared, the massive fireball lighting up the forest.
Naruko didn't dodge. She charged straight through it, her body cutting through the flames with sheer force. Sasuke's eyes widened as she emerged, her skin only slightly singed.
"What the hell is she made of?" he muttered, jumping to avoid her next attack.
Naruko grabbed the branch he had landed on and ripped it from the tree, hurling it at him like a spear. Sasuke barely managed to deflect it with a kunai, the impact sending shockwaves up his arm.
Landing on the forest floor, Sasuke braced himself. She's faster, stronger... tougher. If he take her head-on, he won't last.
Naruko descended from above like a meteor, her fist colliding with the ground and leaving a crater. Sasuke jumped back, weaving through the trees as she pursued him, her raw strength evident with every step. Each time she missed, the force of her strikes tore apart the forest, uprooting trees and shattering boulders.
"You're fast," Naruko said, her voice eerily calm despite the carnage she was causing. "But you're wasting my time."
Sasuke formed another set of hand seals, his Sharingan tracking her movements. "Chidori!" The sound of crackling lightning filled the air as he charged toward her, his hand glowing with raw energy.
Naruko's eyes narrowed. She sidestepped at the last second, her enhanced reflexes allowing her to avoid the strike. Grabbing his wrist with one hand, she twisted it, forcing him to drop the Chidori.
Sasuke winced in pain as Naruko's grip tightened like a vice. Before he could react, she pulled him forward and delivered a devastating knee to his stomach. The air was knocked from his lungs as he was sent flying backward, crashing into a tree.
Sasuke coughed, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He struggled to stand, his Sharingan still active. "This isn't just strength... She's... not human."
Naruko approached slowly, her posture relaxed but her expression cold. "You're still standing? Impressive."
Sasuke smirked despite the pain. "You think I'm going to give up that easily? Think again."
He formed another set of hand seals, this time summoning a shadow clone. The clone charged at Naruko while Sasuke prepared an attack from the side.
Naruko didn't even flinch. She grabbed the clone mid-strike, crushing it with her bare hands before it could explode. She turned her attention to Sasuke, who was now behind her, preparing another Chidori.
"You're predictable," she said, spinning around and slamming her forearm into his attack. The Chidori fizzled out on impact, and Sasuke was sent flying again, landing hard on the forest floor.
Sasuke struggled to his feet, his body trembling. She's on a completely different level. Even with her chakra sealed, she's a monster.
Naruko watched him for a moment, her expression unreadable. For some reason, she hesitated. Something about the boy's determination reminded her of someone, though she couldn't place who.
"Stay out of my way," she said finally, turning to leave.
Sasuke gritted his teeth, watching as she disappeared into the forest. This isn't over, he thought. We'll find her... and we'll stop her.
Naruko continued running, her mind racing. She didn't know where she was or who these people were, but one thing was clear: she couldn't afford to trust anyone.
Sasuke leaned against a tree, his body aching from the brutal encounter. His clothes were torn, and blood trickled down his arms. The forest around him was eerily silent, save for the rustle of leaves as the rest of the group arrived.
Sakura was the first to reach him, her eyes widening in shock at the state he was in. "Sasuke! What happened? Did you find her?" she asked, rushing to his side.
The others followed close behind—Kiba, Shikamaru, Ino, and Hinata, all looking tense. Sasuke nodded grimly, his expression dark.
"I found her," he said, his voice low and serious.
Kiba frowned. "And? Where is she? Did you stop her?"
Sasuke shook his head, pushing himself to stand straighter despite the pain. "I couldn't. She's too strong."
"Too strong?" Sakura repeated, disbelief in her voice. "You're an Uchiha! There's no way she could—"
"She ran straight through my Fireball Jutsu like it was nothing," Sasuke interrupted, his tone sharp. "Burns didn't faze her. She's faster, stronger, and tougher than anyone I've ever fought. And that's with her chakra sealed."
The group froze, the weight of his words settling over them.
Shikamaru's brow furrowed. "Wait... if her chakra is sealed, how is she able to do all of that? That doesn't make sense."
"I don't know," Sasuke admitted, his Sharingan fading as he spoke. "But her strength isn't normal. It's like her body is built for combat. She moves like a predator, and every strike feels like it could crush you."
Kiba clenched his fists, his voice tense. "So, what are you saying? That we can't stop her?"
Sasuke glared at him. "I'm saying you need to stop thinking of her as just a missing kunoichi. She's something else entirely. She could kill any one of us without even trying."
Ino crossed her arms, her voice uneasy. "But how? She's just... Minato's daughter, right? What could make her that strong without chakra?"
Shikamaru sighed, scratching the back of his head. "She's the daughter of the Fourth Hokage and Kushina Uzumaki. That alone should've been a warning. Minato was the fastest shinobi in history, and Kushina's Uzumaki lineage gave her ridiculous stamina and strength. Combine that with... whatever happened to Naruko outside the village, and this is what you get."
Hinata, who had been silent, spoke softly. "D-Did she say anything? Did she recognize you?"
Sasuke shook his head. "No. She doesn't trust anyone. She attacked me the moment she saw me. And she fights like she's used to killing."
The revelation sent a chill through the group.
Sakura frowned, crossing her arms. "You're exaggerating," she said stubbornly. "She couldn't have hurt you that badly. You're Uchiha Sasuke! She's just a girl—"
Sasuke's glare silenced her. "Do you see these injuries?" he said, gesturing to the cuts and bruises on his body. "This was her holding back. If I hadn't dodged in time, I'd be dead."
Sakura flinched, taking a step back as the weight of his words sank in.
Shikamaru sighed. "This is troublesome. If she's this strong with her chakra sealed, then we're in real trouble if she manages to break the seal."
"She won't," Sasuke said firmly. "The seal's holding for now. But even without her chakra, she's almost unstoppable."
Kiba growled in frustration. "So what do we do? Just let her keep running? We can't leave her out there!"
"We need to regroup and come up with a better plan," Shikamaru said. "Rushing in without understanding what we're dealing with is suicide."
Hinata looked at the ground, her voice barely above a whisper. "She's... Minato-sama's daughter. We can't hurt her."
Sasuke's expression darkened. "We don't have a choice. If we can't capture her, she'll kill us all. This isn't about her being Minato's daughter anymore. She's a threat."
Meanwhile, Naruko continued to run through the dense forest, her enhanced body powering through the terrain effortlessly. Her bare feet crushed branches and stones, her senses on high alert for any sign of pursuit.
Her thoughts raced as she tried to piece together what was happening. She didn't recognize the faces of the people chasing her, but she could sense their hostility. She didn't know where she was or how she had gotten here, but she knew one thing: she couldn't trust anyone.
The boy with the red eyes had been skilled—dangerously so. But he was no match for her. Not anymore.
"Keep running," she muttered to herself. "Don't stop. Don't let them catch you."
Her instincts screamed at her to stay on the move, to find a safe place where she could figure out how to break the seal on her chakra.
And so she ran, her path uncertain, her determination unyielding.
With Minato and Kushina
Kushina and Minato led the group, their faces grim as they leaped from branch to branch, the tension between them heavy. Kushina's voice broke the silence, trembling with uncertainty.
"How can we get Naruko to listen to us?" she asked, her mind replaying the image of her daughter's eyes—cold, unfeeling, and filled with something alien. "I looked into her eyes... Minato, there was nothing familiar there."
Minato's jaw tightened, but he didn't answer. He couldn't. The daughter he had envisioned reuniting with was nothing like the relentless, violent warrior they now chased.
Tsunade, keeping pace beside them, finally spoke, her tone grave. "You two need to understand something. Whatever world Naruko lived in—whatever happened to her there—it's made her stronger than anything we've faced. Possibly stronger than the three of us and Jiraiya combined."
Her words hit like a blow, and the group fell silent, the weight of the truth settling in. They had witnessed Naruko's unmatched strength and merciless efficiency when she tore through the invading monsters. It wasn't just physical strength; it was a kind of brutality that shook even seasoned warriors like them.
Jiraiya, trailing slightly behind, was pulled from his thoughts by a small puff of smoke. A messenger toad, Kosuke, appeared on his shoulder, croaking anxiously. "What is it?" Jiraiya asked, his voice sharp. "Is the village in trouble?"
The toad shook its head and handed him a message scroll. Jiraiya opened it as they continued moving, his eyes scanning the contents. "It's from Anko," he said. "Yamato woke up. He can feel his arms again—Tsunade, your work saved him."
Tsunade exhaled a breath of relief but kept her focus ahead.
"There's more," Jiraiya continued, his tone darkening as he read further. "Anko wrote that Yamato overheard something Naruko said... right after she tore his arms off."
The others glanced back at him, their expressions tense. "What did she say?" Minato asked.
"She called him a 'weak imitation.'"
A stunned silence followed.
"What does that mean?" Kushina asked, her voice trembling.
Jiraiya's face was pale as he explained. "It implies that she has Wood Release. And not just any Wood Release—she's likely far stronger than Yamato ever was."
Shock rippled through the group. Wood Release, one of the rarest and most revered abilities, and Naruko wielded it with enough power to insult Yamato, a trained master of the technique. Relief flickered briefly among them at the thought of her chakra being sealed, but it was short-lived.
Tsunade's voice broke the silence again. "If that's true, we have no idea what other abilities she has. She was gone for eighteen years. We don't know what she's become."
The group pressed on, but Kushina suddenly stopped mid-air, landing on a branch. Her face was tight with alarm as she reached out with her senses.
"What is it?" Minato asked, halting beside her.
"Chakra signature," Kushina said. "Weak, but... it's there."
She took off in a new direction, the rest of the group following close behind. The closer they got, the stronger the sense of foreboding grew. When they arrived, the sight before them froze them in place.
The forest clearing was littered with the bodies of Konoha's shinobi—ANBU and jonin alike. Blood soaked the earth and tree trunks, painting a grim picture of the carnage that had unfolded.
One ANBU's head was crushed like a melon, his mask shattered beside him. Another had been torn in half, his intestines spilling across the forest floor. A kunoichi hung limply from a tree, impaled straight through the chest. Weapons—kunai, shuriken, and swords—lay broken and scattered, useless against the enemy they had faced.
Near the edge of the clearing, a single female jonin was still alive, but barely. She was shaking uncontrollably, her breaths shallow and erratic. The woman's body had been torn vertically, her internal organs exposed, but somehow she clung to life, her sheer will keeping her conscious.
Kushina ran to her, kneeling by her side and cradling her head. "What happened?" she asked, her voice breaking.
The woman's lips moved weakly, barely forming words. Kushina leaned closer, catching a single, whispered word.
"Monster..."
The jonin's eyes rolled back, her body going limp. She was gone.
Kushina sat frozen, her hands trembling as she looked down at the lifeless woman. Around her, the rest of the group stood in stunned silence, taking in the brutal massacre.
Minato swallowed hard, his fists clenched at his sides. Jiraiya, always quick with a comment, could only stare. Tsunade's face was pale, her mind racing to comprehend what kind of strength could inflict this level of destruction.
"This isn't human," Kushina finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Naruko... she was gone for eighteen years. We don't know what kind of world she lived in. But if it was anything like the monsters that attacked us, it wasn't a pretty one."
Her words hung heavy in the air as they took in the devastation around them, the reality of their daughter's transformation sinking in deeper than ever. Naruko wasn't just a lost child—they were dealing with a warrior forged in a hell they couldn't begin to imagine.
Back with Naruko
Naruko kept running, her movements fluid yet heavy, each step leaving deep cracks in the forest floor. Blood coated her, dripping from her hair and body, but she was unfazed. The visceral remains of her recent fight—organs, blood, even brain matter tangled in her hair—didn't disturb her in the slightest. She had seen worse, endured worse, and fought through horrors that would have broken lesser warriors. To her, this was nothing more than a reminder of her survival against Chaos Space Marines and monstrous xenos in the grim darkness of another galaxy.
As she pushed forward, her focus sharp and unyielding, the ground beneath her finally gave way. The force of her running had cracked and weakened the earth, causing it to collapse. Without hesitation, her instincts kicked in. Twisting her body mid-air, she executed a perfect front flip, landing gracefully and silently on the solid floor below.
Rising to her full height, Naruko's keen senses quickly assessed her new surroundings. Her enhanced eyesight allowed her to see clearly in the dimly lit chamber. It wasn't a natural cave—it was something man-made, a safe house or bunker of some kind. The air smelled faintly of old metal and oil, with a hint of dust.
Spotting a switch on the wall, she flipped it, illuminating the room with a harsh, flickering light. Now fully visible, the space revealed itself as an underground armory or survivalist hideout. Shelves lined the walls, stacked with ammunition, weapons, and supplies.
She stepped forward, scanning the contents. The weapons weren't what she was used to—primitive by the standards of her bolters and chainswords—but they would do. A soldier adapted, and she was nothing if not resourceful.
After ensuring the space was secure, she moved toward a side room and found a bathroom. The sight of a shower made her pause. Blood still clung to her skin and hair, stiffening in places. Without hesitation, stepping under the running water.
The stream hit her muscular, tone and curvy body washing away the layers of gore. The heat soothed her aching muscles as she ran her hands through her hair, scrubbing away the remains of her recent victims. Her reflection in the fogged-up mirror caught her attention.
For a moment, she stared at herself—her toned physique, sharp jawline, and piercing eyes that glowed faintly with an unnatural light. This was a warrior forged in blood and fire.
Once clean, Naruko stepped out, the air cooling her damp skin. She walks around as she breast bounces as she spotted a closet and opened it. Inside were a variety of clothes, most of them plain and practical. She selected a blue long-sleeve shirt and pulled it over her head. The fabric stretched tight across her chest, but she didn't care. She slipped into a pair of pants and boots before her attention was drawn to a green flak jacket hanging in the corner.
Shrugging it on, she adjusted the fit. The resemblance to Minato Namikaze, her father, was uncanny. With her golden hair and sharp features, she looked like a mirror image of the Fourth Hokage, albeit far more hardened by the trials she had faced.
Naruko strapped a few throwing knives to her belt and found a serviceable sword in the armory. Testing its weight and balance, she nodded in approval. Her mastery of swordsmanship, thanks to the relentless training under Yagu Magasa—a rogue hunter who had taught her the art of killing traitorous Space Marines—had made her an unparalleled blade wielder.
Armed and prepared, she stepped out of the safe house. Her senses stretched out, scanning for danger. The air was quiet, but she knew better than to trust it. Adjusting her flak jacket and gripping her sword tightly, Naruko began to run again, the forest blurring around her as she moved like a golden flash, her determination unwavering.
In the chaos of her escape, she hadn't realized how much she resembled a ghost of Konoha's past. But anyone who saw her now would know—this was not the Naruko Uzumaki who had once been a child of the Hidden Leaf. This was a warrior from another world, shaped by unimaginable horrors and driven by instincts honed in blood.
To be continued...
Hope you guys enjoy this chapter and also mention the character Yadiel magasa the aka the dragon warrior! As a reference.