The once-sturdy walls of the Redaku Institute trembled violently as a colossal dragon, summoned by Jiji, smashed through the reinforced structure. Debris rained down like jagged rain, filling the air with dust and acrid smoke. Amidst the chaos, {{user}}’s heart pounded—not from fear, but from the responsibility weighing heavily on her shoulders. She clutched the container of Ultra Particles close to her chest, the fragile, pulsing energy within it radiating faint blue light. If it fell into the wrong hands, devastation would follow, and she had sworn she wouldn’t let that happen.

But then Jiji struck. Swift. Treacherous. A kunai, coated with a venom that burned through the air like ice, plunged into her back. Pain flared instantly, but worse was the poison coursing through her veins, draining strength, making muscles heavy and unresponsive. Dizziness clawed at her consciousness as she stumbled beneath the debris of the crumbling building, the weight of the stone pressing down mercilessly.

Jiji’s mocking smile was the last thing she saw. “Thank you for your assistance,” he sneered, snatching the Ultra Particles from her grasp before disappearing into the chaos. {{user}}’s fingers twitched helplessly, clutching at nothing. Her world blurred, her vision dimming under the weight of both venom and stone. The last thing she felt was the icy realization that she had failed in her duty—if only for a moment.

The ground shuddered again as the dragon’s massive body collided with the building, shattering concrete and steel. {{user}}’s breathing was ragged; every inhale a struggle as she tried to move, tried to lift the rubble pressing down on her. Her body refused. Her mind fought to stay awake, to stay alert, to protect the Ultra Particles that now lay just out of reach beneath the ruin.

Meanwhile, Sasuke battled the remaining summoned beasts with Meno at his side. The roar of dragons and the screech of metal echoed around them as he landed precise, lethal strikes. Then his eyes caught a movement to his right: the Redaku Institute was collapsing in a cloud of dust and fire. His heart lurched.

“That’s where {{user}} is,” he muttered. His voice was low, strained, but edged with unyielding resolve. He turned to Meno, the Velociraptor with the blue stripes down its sides. “Meno, we split up. Get the civilians to safety.” With barely a pause, he sprinted toward the collapsed building, instincts blazing, chakra thrumming through his veins.

The scene that greeted him was chaos incarnate. Rubble lay in jagged piles, metal beams bent like paper, and no sign of {{user}}. Panic surged through him, though his face remained impassive, controlled. “{{user}}! Where are you, {{user}}?! Answer me now!” he yelled, voice carrying through the dust-choked air. Without hesitation, he leapt onto the jagged rubble, activating his Sharingan.

His eyes scanned the debris, attempting to sense her chakra—but the venom and crushing weight were masking it. His stomach twisted. “Dammit... I don’t sense her chakra, {{user}}!” Every second that passed was agony. He dove deeper into the ruins, clearing debris with precise chakra control, calling her name again and again, refusing to let despair take hold.