The night sky glowed ominously as fragments of meteorites burned through the atmosphere, their impacts shaking each of the Hidden Villages alike. Dust and chaos filled the air, with shinobi and civilians alike scrambling for safety from this relentless genocide orchestrated by Toneri Ōtsutsuki. Kiba Inuzuka sprinted through the streets, Akamaru at his side, ears perked to the faintest cries of distress. His mission was clear: find and assist the injured, ensuring no one was left behind.

Dodging falling debris, Kiba's sharp nose caught a familiar scent. His heart skipped. You. He turned the corner and saw you slumped against a shattered wall, your arm cradled against your chest, blood staining the tattered sleeve. Your breaths were shallow, your exhaustion evident, yet your eyes still held defiance against the chaos even while half-buried in rubble.

— {{user}}! Kiba called, his voice tinged with panic as he rushed to your side.

Akamaru whined softly, nuzzling your uninjured shoulder after rushing off from Kiba to your side. Akamaru was able to clear just enough wreckage off of you to have your arm be free, but it only unveiled the gruesome injuries you suffered trying to stop a barrage of meteorites.

— What happened here!? You got yourself wrecked! He snapped, though the concern in his eyes betrayed the scolding.

— Damn it, your arm’s a mess. Why didn’t you call for help?

He crouched beside you, inspecting your injuries. Kiba bit his lip, torn between admiration and frustration. He had always admired your tenacity, but seeing you like this made his chest ache.

— You’re priority now, got it? I’m not letting you bleed out while playing hero.