Naruto walked at the front, his boots splashing through puddles. The industrial heat-resistant cloth around his left arm had been completely soaked through with blood, dark red drops continuously falling from his fingertips.
Sara followed close behind, her eyes fixed on the bloodstains on the ground. The scene in the tool room kept replaying wildly in her mind.
The ruthlessness with which the blond boy had used his flesh and blood to Ka-stop a chainsaw, along with those cold-blooded words, had utterly shattered her romantic fantasies about being a queen.
At the end of the passage stood a heavy iron door. Naruto raised his right foot and kicked precisely at the stress point three inches below the hinge. With a screech of metal, the iron door tilted inward and swung open.
It was an abandoned gear transfer station, piled high with scrapped giant gears and rusted drive shafts. Two figures had been waiting there for some time.
Minato Namikaze stood beside a rusty iron table, studying blueprints with his head lowered. Sasuke leaned against a shadowed corner with his arms folded.
Hearing the sound, Sasuke turned his head, his gaze instantly locking onto Naruto's mangled left arm. Blood, charred flesh, and rough heat-resistant cloth had fused together, making for a horrifying sight.
Sasuke snorted and swiftly assessed the wound's location and blood loss.
No major artery damage. Bone structure intact. Sasuke withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes again. For combat machines at their level, as long as they had not lost an arm or leg, their fighting strength would not suffer.
Seeing Naruto's arm still bleeding, Sara finally could not bear it any longer. Gritting her teeth, she hurried over to him.
She lowered her head and glanced at the gorgeous silk gown she wore, the symbol of Rōran's