Waking up in Konoha as a newborn and realizing how dangerous and demanding this world is? Definitely not fun. But something is different-many people who were supposed to die are alive and well. She's already changed so much.
To make things even more...
Sen's heart pounded in her chest as the exhaustion weighed down on her, her body screaming for respite. Every step felt like dragging her broken limbs through thick mud, each one harder than the last. She was drenched in sweat, the physical toll of constant running through forests, across rivers, and through unknown terrains evident in her shaking limbs. Her arm throbbed relentlessly from the earlier punch she had received from Ryota, the pain now a dull ache compounded by the deeper, hidden injuries.
Her chakra points were blocked, the healing stifled, rendering her powerless and at a disadvantage. The wounds that could have been healed were still festering beneath the surface, and the fear of Root closing in gnawed at her mind. She had no time. They were relentless.
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As she approached the Fire Country border, she felt a flicker of hope-just a little further to the Tea Country, and she might have a chance to regroup. But that hope was swiftly shattered by the force of a wind jutsu, sending her crashing into the ground. The impact was bone-rattling, her chest constricting in a sharp gasp of pain.
Pain was a constant companion now-sharp and blinding-but she couldn't afford to slow down. She could feel them drawing near, the sound of their footsteps too close for comfort. They knew her too well, knew her tricks, and now they were making their move.
Lying there, helpless, she heard the faint footsteps of the four Root operatives as they circled her. Her breath hitched, a pained sob escaping her lips as one of them kicked her ribs. The injury made itself known in a sharp, searing wave, and she cried out in agony. Every muscle in her body screamed for relief, but there was no way to escape this now.
"Danzo-sama wants her alive, do not harm her womb. we need her for the force" one of them spoke coldly, dismissing her suffering.
Sen gritted her teeth, disgust rising in her throat. Alive? They wanted her alive for Danzo's disgusting schemes? The very thought made her stomach churn. She had always known what Root was capable of, but to be used like this... like a tool, a weapon for some maniac's plans-it was unbearable. Death seemed like a better fate than becoming a puppet under Danzo's control.
But the thought of giving up wasn't in her nature. As the operatives advanced, preparing to bind her with chakra wires, Sen's eyes narrowed in defiance. Her jacket-her flak jacket, bearing the embroidered seal-held the last of the absorbed fire from the village's burning library. It was her last trump card.
With a burst of desperation, she channeled the chakra she had left into the seal, feeling the heat begin to surge. Her body ached from the effort, but she could feel the fire being released in a massive wave of energy, consuming everything in its path. The explosion was immense, a fiery force that flung the operatives back. Sen shielded herself as best as she could, but the flames still seared her skin, leaving burns in their wake. She staggered to her feet, her vision swimming from the exhaustion, but she couldn't stop.
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