4,463A/N: EDIT: not much feedback for this chapter it seems... was I wrong to update this? T_T
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We couldn't forget poor St. Trinna before dealing with Latenna and Milicent of course, that simply wouldn't do!
"You send me bad dreams, I steal your girl."
"You do realize that's a part of me I cast aside."
"And?"
"You mad creature."
"Says the sick little bastard literally carving his soul into pieces!"
~A legend.
Sleep no More
Naruto stood at the precipice of the abyss, the wind rising from its yawning depths a cold whisper of death. The great fissure split the earth like an ancient wound, stretching wide and bottomless beneath a slate-gray sky. A bitter stench exhaled from below—a foul bouquet of damp rot, iron, and the sour reek of forgotten corpses. It clawed at his nostrils, coating his tongue with the taste of something long dead and best left buried.
He narrowed his eyes. There was no golden Grace here, no divine light to offer guidance or comfort. Only shadows that clung like oil and a silence so deep it pressed against his eardrums. Whatever had once watched over this place had long since turned its gaze elsewhere. He stood alone.
Greyoll and Lansseax disliked this place; he couldn't even blame them for that; this strange purple smog knocked out nearly anyone who dared venture into the depths. Melina lingered close by, but only in astral from, unwilling to fall into slumber alongside Rellana. Lucky. The girls, at least, could stand to fall asleep.
Not him. Not after that nightmare. Not after what he'd seen in this vision.
He wouldn't be sleeping for awhile in this place; not if he could help it.
Naruto flexed his fingers, chakra crackling faintly in his palm like the heartbeat of a distant storm. "One soul at a time," he whispered to himself—a vow forged in blood and fire, one he had no intention of breaking. If even a single person remained lost down in the Chasm, he would descend. He would find them. And he would bring them back.
The ground beneath him trembled as he stepped onto the spiraling path carved into the inner wall of the Chasm. The narrow ledge curled downward like a serpent, slick with moss and time. With every cautious step, the light above dimmed, swallowed by the endless dark below. The deeper he went, the worse the air became—thicker, heavier, almost alive. It crept into his lungs like a curse, cloying and fetid, as though the very air resisted his presence.
By the time his boots met the bottom, the world had become a half-lit dream. Bioluminescent fungi clung to the jagged stone, casting eerie pulses of blue and green across the walls like flickering ghosts. He tried not to think about that last bit, given his own innate fear of the paranormal.
And there—half-sunken into the damp floor—were stone coffins, hundreds of them, jutting from the earth at odd angles.
A burial site. Or perhaps... something worse.
Naruto stepped over the shattered remains of a coffin lid, eyes sweeping the cavern beyond.
It opened up like a cathedral of nightmares—a vast subterranean chamber, its ceiling veiled in darkness, its silence broken only by the faint drip of unseen water. In its center stood an altar. No—a shrine, desecrated and decaying. Pale stone bleached by time, inlaid with gold that had tarnished into black veins. Whatever god it honored had long since abandoned it.
And draped over its base was a girl.
She looked like she had been carved from moonlight, her silvery hair spilling across the cold stone like strands of silk. Her limbs were twisted, her robes torn, stained with dirt and old blood. A breath so faint it barely stirred her chest proved she yet lived, but only just.
Naruto's heart clenched. Could this truly be her? The one whispered of in the forgotten hymns—St. Trinna? The maiden of dreams, the solace of the forsaken?
Was she the one who had been calling out to him in his dreams before Miquella invaded them.
He stepped forward, rage simmering behind his eyes. No one deserved to be left like this—not even a saint. His foot scuffed against the stone.
The sound was small, barely more than a whisper. But it was enough.
A low growl rippled through the cavern—wet, gurgling, like tar boiling beneath the surface. The air itself seemed to recoil, and the glowing fungi dimmed, shuddering as if in fear.
Naruto froze, every muscle taut, senses sharpened to a razor's edge. Something stirred behind the shrine—not just movement, but presence, thick and suffocating. The air itself seemed to recoil.
Then came the sound: metal on stone.
A greatsword, massive and corroded, dragged across the cavern floor with a shriek that echoed like a scream from the grave. It was followed by slow, deliberate footsteps—wet, uneven, and wrong.
A silhouette peeled itself free from the wall of darkness behind the altar, lumbering forward with an unnatural gait. It was tall, hunched, and grotesquely disfigured—limbs swollen and elongated, armor fused with blistered, rotting flesh. In the eerie fungal light, it stepped into view.
And Naruto's breath caught.
It was no ordinary knight. Its armor was rusted and blistered with corrosion, as though it had been submerged in rot for centuries. But that wasn't what made Kurama stir in alarm, his voice whispering like wind through bone in Naruto's mind.
"Look at its back," the fox growled.
Naruto did—and nausea threatened to overtake him.
Jutting from the creature's back were equine bones—twisted, fused, malformed. A warped saddle spine arched grotesquely over its midsection, half-sunken into its armor like a parasite that had grown into the host. Its legs had fused with the limbs of a horse, misshapen and inverted, ending in a single intact hoof that clacked hollowly with each step. Bones jutted at jagged angles, some cracked open to reveal slivers of marrow turned black.
Naruto swallowed. "He… grafted his horse onto himself," he whispered. "Used it to survive. To keep fighting."
Kurama's growl deepened, thrumming in Naruto's chest. "Even beasts deserve better than that."
The creature's head tilted at the sound of Naruto's voice, and for a heartbeat, there was stillness. Then—
It roared.
A horrible, gurgling sound burst from its chest—a death-rattle caught in wet lungs. Its glowing, sunken eyes ignited with hate, and it raised its corroded blade overhead. With a sudden slam of its hoofed limb, the stone beneath it cracked, sparks leaping from the impact.
It charged.
Naruto barely had time to react. One moment, it was ten meters away—the next, it was on him, its massive sword cleaving through the air with horrifying speed. Naruto launched himself backward, the blade carving a crater where he had stood. Shards of stone and rot exploded outward, peppering him as he landed in a crouch, skidding across the slick floor.
The stench hit him full force. Decay. Rust. Sulfur. The miasma radiating off the creature was a living thing, clinging to his skin, crawling into his lungs. It made his stomach lurch, but he forced the bile down.
"This must be it," he muttered, rising slowly. "The Putrescent Knight from the old war chants. The one said to have fused with his dying mount, cursed to protect the dead until the end of time."
The knight turned toward him, dragging its blade in a wide arc, gouging stone like butter. It moved like a nightmare—clumsy, but far too fast for its bloated mass. Sinew and bone creaked with each step, wet muscle twitching with reanimated vigor.
Naruto exhaled slowly. He brought his hands together, chakra flaring to life around him—warm, golden-orange, a contrast to the cold decay of the Chasm. It ignited in his chest, spiraling through his limbs, steadying his breath.
He took a single step forward.
"I'm not here for you," he called out, voice calm but firm. "Let me take the girl and walk away. You don't have to die again."
The creature paused. A twitch in its malformed neck. A spasm in its hoofed leg. Then—a snarl, jagged and bubbling, like flesh tearing underwater.
So that was its answer.
Naruto narrowed his eyes. "So be it."
Chakra burst beneath Naruto's feet as he shot forward like a comet, leaving a trail of searing orange light in his wake. He landed low, knees bent, sandals skidding on slick stone. Without pausing, his fingers blurred into a familiar seal.
With a sharp snap of chakra and a puff of smoke, two shadow clones flickered into existence beside him. No words were needed—they moved as one.
The trio lunged toward the Putrescent Knight, a blur of synchronized motion. The first clone charged head-on, intercepting the creature with a defiant cry. It didn't stand a chance.
With a sickening crack, the knight's rusted gauntlet backhanded the clone mid-step, obliterating it in a spray of rot and smoke. The clone vanished in an instant, but the force of the blow splattered blackened gore across the stone wall with such violence that even Naruto winced.
The second clone stayed at range, hurling kunai and shuriken in a rapid flurry. The blades ricocheted off the knight's armor with little more than metallic pings—a distraction, not a threat. Still, it bought precious seconds. And Naruto needed only one.
A high-pitched whine filled the cavern as he summoned power into his palm—chakra spiraling, condensing, roaring into shape.
"Rasengan."
The blue sphere flared to life, its rotating surface casting wild shadows across his face. With a roar, Naruto burst forward, angling in from the knight's flank.
The Putrescent Knight reacted with disturbing speed for something so decayed—its massive greatsword arcing toward him like a falling tower.
But Naruto was already moving.
He dropped low, sliding across the slime-slick floor, the sword screaming inches above his head. Cold wind from the swing rushed over him. In the same breath, he surged upward and drove the Rasengan forward with all his strength.
"Take this!"
The spinning chakra sphere collided with the knight's torso, and the impact was explosive. A wet, rupturing sound tore through the cavern as the Rasengan punched a gaping hole through rusted armor and rotted flesh. Putrid fluid and shredded meat erupted from the knight's back in a gruesome fountain, painting the stone with decay.
Naruto flipped clear, landing in a crouch behind the creature. His chest heaved with effort, steam rising from his shoulders in the cold, foul air. The stench of charred rot hung heavy, clinging to his skin and tongue. He glanced back, eyes narrowing.
The knight was still standing.
A yawning, jagged cavity marred its midsection, ribs and viscera exposed to the dim light. For a moment, it swayed—a lifeless husk suspended by hatred alone.
Then the impossible happened.
The flesh twitched. Then it pulsed.
Before Naruto's eyes, the ruined tissue began knitting itself back together, stringy muscle coiling like worms, bone reforming in sickening pops. Armor plates screeched as they bent, sealing back over the newly formed tissue like scabs.
Within seconds, the gaping wound was gone—only warped metal and ragged cloth remained.
Naruto's brows furrowed. "Regeneration," he muttered. "Of course it wouldn't be that easy."
Kurama's voice echoed grimly inside him. "This one isn't alive. It's held together by something worse than chakra. Hate. Blight. Some kind of curse."
The Putrescent Knight straightened, its grotesque frame rising with a series of sickening cracks. The glow in its hollow eyes intensified, a hateful crimson burning like embers in a sunken skull. Black rot oozed from its gaping maw as it let out a gurgling, phlegm-thick roar, shaking dust loose from the cavern ceiling. Then, with a wet squelch, its twisted limbs shifted, and it brandished its warped weapon in both hands—not clumsily this time, but with terrifying purpose.
Naruto grimaced, sweat beading along his temple.
"You've gotta be kidding me," he muttered, sliding back into a guarded stance.
This thing... it wasn't just regenerating. It was adapting.
That healing—it was nearly instantaneous, like an Edo Tensei zombie from his own world. Except worse. This wasn't bound by seals or techniques. It was being kept alive by something fouler. Older.
Naruto's sharp eyes scanned the knight's decaying frame, searching for any hint of a weakness. Then he saw it—a faint bulge beneath the cracked breastplate, pulsing with a dim, sickly purple glow, like a corrupted heartbeat.
His breath caught.
There. That had to be it. The core.
But before he could move, the knight twitched—its movements jerky, panicked. It slammed a clawed, rusted hand against its chest, covering the glow with a horrible hiss like boiling flesh on steel.
Naruto's heart pounded. So I was right...
Now all he needed—was one clear shot.
The knight lunged without warning, its massive blade gleaming with filth and fury. Naruto barely twisted aside in time, the weapon slicing past his ribs in a gust of wind and rot. He didn't stop. He couldn't.
The creature gave a bubbling snarl and reared up, blade raised high over its head—a killing blow meant to flatten him like a nail.
"Enough!"
Naruto roared, unleashing a tidal wave of chakra.
A howling surge of orange light burst around him like wildfire, his body engulfed in the blazing cloak of the Nine-Tails. Two chakra arms exploded from his back, incandescent and rippling with raw power.
The greatsword came crashing down—and Naruto caught it.
Stone cracked under his feet, the cavern trembling from the force. Sparks screamed as the rusted blade ground against the fox's chakra, spitting steam and rot in all directions. Naruto gritted his teeth, muscles burning with strain.
The knight pushed harder, howling like an animal, a monstrous strength forcing the corrupted blade downward inch by inch.
"Fine," Naruto snarled, golden eyes narrowing. "You want to play strongman? Let's play."
With a defiant roar, one chakra tail wrenched the sword off course, flinging it wide and slamming it into the stone floor with a thunderous crash. The cavern trembled.
In the same instant, two more chakra arms whipped out, snaring the knight's arms in a crushing grip.
The creature shrieked—a shrill, warbling cry of fury and panic—as it struggled against the glowing limbs. Its rotting skin hissed and bubbled under the touch of the Nine-Tails' chakra. Patches of flesh peeled away in steaming chunks. But even in agony, it fought like a cornered beast, writhing in a frenzy.
Naruto winced as the knight's corrosive rot began to eat away at his cloak, wisps of chakra sizzling and fading. Time was running out.
He had to end this now.
Summoning a surge of wind-nature chakra, Naruto thrust out a hand. In a flash, a Rasengan began to form, but it didn't stay small. It expanded, grew unstable—whining like a storm caught in a cage.
Blades of wind howled outward as the sphere spun faster, morphing into a shrieking Rasenshuriken, its edges crackling like a buzzsaw made of compressed hurricanes.
The Putrescent Knight froze—its glowing eyes wide with something dangerously close to fear.
The shrill keening of the Rasenshuriken filled the cavern, vibrating the walls and sending pebbles skittering across the floor.
Naruto locked onto that pulsing purple glow beneath the knight's breastplate, now barely visible between the plates of corroded armor.
"Let's see you come back from this!" Naruto yelled. He released the chakra tails restraining the knight and hurled the Rasenshuriken straight at its chest, aiming for that purple core.
For a heartbeat—utter silence.
Then—
BOOM.
The Rasenshuriken detonated in a blinding vortex of razors and raw chakra, its shrill scream swallowed by a deafening shockwave. The entire cavern heaved, its ancient stone walls groaning in protest as the force tore through the underground expanse. Dust, debris, and fragments of shattered coffins erupted into the air like shrapnel. Cracks spiderwebbed across the floor, and centuries of death and dust were whipped into a chaotic storm.
Naruto staggered back, one arm shielding his eyes as grit and sharp winds tore past him. The light was blinding—a miniature sun exploding in the shadows. He could feel the chakra tearing through the rot, unmaking the filth on a molecular level.
And then—stillness.
The wind died, the glow dimmed, and silence fell once more—heavier this time, as though the cavern itself had exhaled for the first time in ages.
Before him, where the knight had once stood, there now yawned a deep gouge in the earth, blackened and smoking. Scattered hunks of rotted flesh and splintered armor lay strewn about like forgotten debris. The air still reeked of decay, but it was fading. The core was gone. Obliterated.
The nightmare was over.
Naruto stood in the settling dust, chest rising and falling, his breath ragged, but heady with triumph. His hands trembled, not from exhaustion—but from the sheer pressure of holding back the memory of what could have happened had he failed.
Then his eyes widened.
He'd almost forogtten.
The girl.
"Damn—!" In a flash, he blurred forward, feet slapping against cracked stone as he raced toward the altar.
The shrine was untouched—eerily serene amidst the destruction. The slender figure still lay crumpled across its base, her silver-white hair tangled like gossamer threads soaked in blood and dust. She hadn't moved.
Naruto dropped to his knees beside her, heart hammering.
Up close, she looked even more fragile.
Tragic.
Her frame, once graceful, was now a ruin. One arm—severed completely at the shoulder—lay nearby, half-submerged in rot and gravel. The other limbs were twisted at grotesque angles, fractured bones jutting through torn skin like shards of white porcelain. Blood—both red and strange, golden ichor—leaked from countless wounds, soaking the altar beneath her.
And yet—she was alive.
Barely.
Her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven rhythms. Each breath was a rattle. A whisper of life clinging to broken flesh.
Naruto leaned in close, brushing dirt-caked hair gently from her face. Her eyelids fluttered at his touch, but she didn't wake.
"Hey… hey, can you hear me?" he whispered, voice hoarse.
No answer.
Just another breath—shaky, but still there.
Naruto's throat tightened, a sharp ache rising beneath his sternum. This wasn't just a victim. This girl—this was someone who had endured something beyond human comprehension, trapped in this hell, alone and forsaken.
He would not let her die.
Gently, he slid an arm beneath her back and lifted her against him. She sagged into his grip, limp and cold—terrifyingly cold, like a statue left out in the dead of winter. Her body felt impossibly light, as though her bones were brittle glass, her strength long since bled away.
Naruto held her close, shielding her from the chill, from the rot still lingering in the air, from the memory of the thing he'd just slain.
He grit his teeth.
"No more," he whispered to himself. "No more dying. Not while I'm still breathing."
His mind flashed—images of Neji, Jiraiya, Kurama, and so many others who had fallen while he lived on. That ache threatened to crush him, but he shoved it down. This time would be different.
This time, he'd save someone.
He closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath. He focused inward, toward the core of his being, where his life force burned brightest. Slowly, his body began to glow—a soft, ethereal blue light, like a warm star born in the dark.
Carefully, he pressed his glowing palm over the deep wound in her abdomen, where blood and ichor mixed in a ruinous mess of torn flesh. His other hand cradled her broken body, keeping her close, letting her feel his warmth.
The light grew stronger.
"Just hang on," he whispered. "I've got you."
And in the stillness of the ruined chasm, bathed in blue light and the scent of blood and stone, Naruto began the slow, desperate work of healing a life not yet lost.
"Please," He whispered, his voice hoarse and heavy with emotion. "Hang in there. You're not alone anymore."
His arms tightened around her broken body as he poured chakra into her—not just energy, but intention, a will to save, to restore, to protect. At first, there was nothing. No response. Only the fragile stillness of her dying body and the cold silence of the chasm.
Naruto shut his eyes and focused deeper, reaching into the well of his chakra. It surged through him like a tide of warmth, flowing into her shattered form—soft, steady, insistent. The chakra wrapped around her like a blanket, searching, pleading for something—anything—to respond.
And then he felt it.
A resistance.
Like his chakra had hit a barrier, an invisible wall between him and her core. A part of her refusing help. Refusing hope.
"Come on…" he muttered, gritting his teeth. "Don't do this. Don't fade away now."
He pushed harder.
His chakra swelled, not with force but with conviction. He channeled every ounce of his spirit, every memory of loss, every time he swore he wouldn't let someone slip through his fingers again. He refused to give up.
Suddenly, with a soundless jolt—the barrier cracked.
His chakra broke through.
And in that moment of contact, Naruto felt everything.
Agony. Isolation. Being torn asunder. A scream that had no voice, no end. Loneliness so vast and consuming it nearly drowned him. The sheer weight of her sorrow slammed into his soul like a tidal wave. He gasped, his body tensing, fingers trembling as the girl's suffering surged into him like a storm of broken memories.
For one terrible second, he almost pulled away.
But he didn't.
"No…" he choked out, tightening his embrace. He pressed his forehead to hers, eyes squeezed shut as hot tears welled up and traced silent trails down his cheeks. "It's okay. I'm here. I'm not letting go."
His voice cracked, but the truth in it rang like a vow carved in stone.
And the storm began to calm.
The chaotic emotions inside her, the endless despair—they softened, soothed by the raw sincerity of his touch, his presence. Her resistance faltered. Her broken soul, threadbare and flickering, began to resonate with his.
The blue light around them brightened, flaring with warmth so intense it banished the shadows of the chasm. The glow shifted—tinged now with gold, soft and radiant, as if her own chakra—frail but still alive—was answering his call.
Naruto opened his eyes just in time to witness a miracle.
Her body began to mend.
Cracks in her skin shimmered and sealed, glowing lines tracing over her limbs like threads of starlight. Beneath the surface, bones groaned and realigned, tendons knitting themselves back together with fluid grace. The mangled shapes of her legs and arms slowly straightened, joints snapping into place with delicate, silken sounds.
The severed arm beside her twitched, as if awakening from a long slumber. Naruto watched, stunned, as it lifted, drawn by the magnetic pull of her reawakening chakra. With a soft pulse of light, the limb rejoined her shoulder, the wound closing seamlessly in a radiant flash.
Wounds vanished. Blood dissolved.
Her ragged skin smoothed, revealing pristine flesh—pale as moonlight and unmarred by violence. The filth that had caked her was washed away in the golden glow, revealing not a corpse, but something ethereal—divine.
Her hair shifted color, strands of dull gray shimmering into silken locks of silver-white, cascading down her shoulders like starlight. Her expression, once twisted in pain, now looked peaceful—almost serene.
Naruto let out a shuddering breath, his own energy finally slowing. The healing glow dimmed to a gentle shimmer, and the cavern returned to stillness.
She was whole again.
Unscarred. Beautiful. Alive.
He looked down at her in awe, his arms still holding her close. "You're safe now," he whispered, brushing a silken strand from her cheek. "I promise. I won't let the world hurt you again."
And as if hearing his words in the quiet after the storm, her fingers twitched.
For a long moment, Naruto simply knelt there, his breathing slow, heart still racing, the girl's slight weight cradled in his arms. His whole body trembled—not from exertion, but from the overwhelming surge of relief.
She was alive.
Not barely hanging on. Not slipping between worlds. Alive.
Then—she stirred.
A faint, hitching breath slipped past her lips, as fragile as the rustling of leaves in winter. Her eyelashes fluttered, then slowly lifted, revealing eyes like sunlight refracted through amethyst—vivid, glassy, and impossibly deep. For a heartbeat, she simply stared at him, dazed and silent.
Then their gazes locked.
She did not speak, but something sparked in the purple depths of her eyes—recognition? Joy? Longing?—and her lips parted in a soft gasp.
A choked sob escaped her, sharp and raw with emotion.
Before Naruto could speak, she surged forward, arms suddenly tight around his neck in a grip that was all desperation and wild joy. The force of it knocked him backward onto his rear with a startled grunt. She buried her face in his shoulder, trembling, her silvery hair cascading over them like a curtain of moonlight. Naruto froze, stiff as a statue, as her tears soaked through his cloak, hot and unrelenting.
"MINE!"
The cry rang through the cavern like a song and a proclamation all at once, laced with laughter and weeping, echoing wildly off the stone walls.
Naruto sat frozen in shock, ears burning red. "Wha—?!"
His mind scrambled to keep up. He'd faced monsters, gods, death itself. But this?
This was new.
Her heart thudded against his chest, fast and strong. She trembled in his arms, holding him like she'd spent a thousand years alone and had just now returned to life. Maybe she had.
Naruto blinked, baffled, arms halfway raised like he didn't know where to put them.
"Uh… hey…" he began awkwardly, barely able to speak with her wrapped so tightly around him. "I—I'm glad you're okay, but… what do you mean, 'mine'?!"
She didn't respond—not right away. She just pressed closer, almost climbing into his lap, sobbing softly but smiling now, her body vibrating with relief. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket as if terrified he might vanish if she let go.
"You finally found me," she whispered at last, her voice a trembling breath. "You heard me. Even when I could only speak in your dreams... you came."
Naruto's eyes softened. The raw gratitude in her voice—the unbearable loneliness behind it—wasn't something he could brush off. His awkwardness gave way to compassion, and his arms finally moved, slowly, wrapping around her protectively.
"Yeah," he murmured, voice low. "I did. You're safe now."
She nodded, eyes squeezed shut, a smile blooming through her tears. "I knew you'd come. Even if I didn't know your name—I knew."
Naruto's heart thudded painfully in his chest, caught somewhere between confusion, awe, and the weight of a promise he didn't remember making—but had somehow already kept.
He held her there in the silence, surrounded by the wreckage of battle and the soft shimmer of fading chakra light. For once, the Chasm felt warm.
And somewhere in the back of his mind, Naruto realized something with alarming clarity:
He hadn't simply saved a stranger this time; he'd become someone's miracle.
Waitaminute. Hadn't she said mine earlier? He recalled that word well.
Well. That settled it. Yup, that certainly settled things.
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...
Melina was gonna kill him.
A/N: Aaaand scene.
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Melina was indeed displeased.
"Owww! Could ya stop pinching my cheek?!"
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Miquella seethed.
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Latenna huffed, mildly indignant. "I see you've been busy...
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Milicent rose from the mire of Rot.
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"Whoa, now!" He waved up at the fire giant. "Friendly! Friend! No stomping, please!"
The behemoth squinted down at him in utter confusion. Progress.
Naruto beamed up at it. "Wanna be friends?"
It stabbed a hand into its stomach.
"Whoa, hey?! What're you doing?!"
Flame flared forth and took on a strange shape...almost humanoid in nature...
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...what is that thing?"
Hewg offered him the Weapon.
"Its what she asked for. The power to kill a god."
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"YOU'RE MARRIED?!"
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"CURSE YOU BAAAAAYYYYLE!
"Yeah, what he said! You tell 'em, Igon!"
Florisaax tilted her head. "What am I watching, exactly?"
Sir Ansbach heaved a sigh. "She's a feisty lass, that one...
Reminded him of the old days.
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"I'm so sorry!"
"GIVE HER BACK!"
He grabbed the needle.
"Please don't go...please...I can't do this without you...
"I AM HOARAH LOUX!"
"I AM NARUTO UZUMAKI!"
Two titans collided with a snarl. And the Erdtree trembled.
Naruto's head snapped back against a rousing right hook barreled into his face, leaving him spitting blood.
Godfrey did the same, eyes squinted shut as he reeled in pain. They reared back and struck as one with a mighty roar.
Their fists collided in a shockwave, sending them reeling back with ruined arms.
Never one to be outdone, Naruto stepped in and headbutted the larger man fiercely.
Godfrey -no, Hoarah Loux, now- granted him a feral grin in return.
"That's much better! I can actually FEEL that!"
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