❝ this face bears the mission of heaven. ❞ Of course, standing covered in the blood of her foes probably didn't improve that image. Or maybe it did. How was she to know what heaven would do?
It was a battle unlike Naruto had ever faced before. Battered and bruised, the Jinchuuriki collapsed to the floor, breathing erratic. This was surely the end: limbs were weak, it was hard to move and slowly his eyes were shutting. Although he had managed to hold his own, the blonde was still on the receiving end of a pummelling. Even with Kurama’s increased regeneration assisting his body, it would take awhile before he fully healed. Clearly depleted of stamina, his eyes quivered, vision becoming more and more blurry. Then the words of 18 rang in his ears, her body standing over his. The sun above linked with his blurred vision, the reflection forming what appeared to be a halo over his head - or at least that was what he saw.
“Are you… an angel..?” he whispered. Even talking hurt. “Is 18 okay, at least?”