Kuro's eyes narrowed, his expression darkening as he observed the creatures with a depth of uanding that went beyond mere visual perception. Their movements were too deliberate, too synized to be simple wild beasts. The faint glint of meical pos beh their armored exteriors didn't escape his keen observation.

  "Children of Cerberus," he muttered, the words carrying a weight nition that seemed to e from somewhere beyond the immediate moment.

  Reika looked at him sharply, her bat-ready stanentarily interrupted by fusion. "What? What are those things?"

  Before Kuro could eborate, Xero, who had already uhed his bde—a sleek, dark metal on that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it—growled with characteristic impatience. "Less talking, more fighting."

  But Kuro's attention was elsewhere, his mind w at a pace that seemed to trahe immediate chaos. His voice was low, almost to himself—a whisper that carried the weight of deep and growing realization.

  "Could this be... the Fire Fly Corporation?"

  "Fire Fly?" Reika asked, her brows furrowing. The name meant nothing to her, but the tension in Kuro's voice suggested something far more signifit than a random attack.

  Kuro didn't answer immediately. His mind was rag, processing information at a speed that would have been impossible for most. Fragments of memory, half-remembered versations, and intricate es were spinning together like an plex algorithm.

  *So, this world and my world does have some e, huh,* he thought. *If they're here, then...*

  The implications were massive, potentially world-altering. But now was not the time for deep ption.

  "We'll discuss it ter," Kuro said firmly, his voice cutting through the ambient chaos. "Right now, we focus on proteg the vilgers."

  It was a and and a statement of purpose. No further expnation was needed. Reika and Xero didn't need additional prompting—they leapt into a, their movements fluid and precise.

  The three-headed wolf-maes were formidable. Eaent was calcuted, each attack a demonstration of engineered precision. Their armored bodies deflected standard kunai and shuriken, their meical pos abs aributing kiiergy in ways that defied traditional bat logic.

  Reika was the first to adapt. Her specialized wind jutsu created razor-sharp air currents that sought out the tiny gaps in their meical armor. Xero's bde, seemingly alive in his hands, struck with a speed and precision that challehe wolves' advaargeting systems.

  And Kuro? He watched, analyzed, his mind w on a level that went beyond immediate bat. These weren't mere mohey were a message, a signal of something far more plex brewih the surface of this seemingly routine day.

  The battle for the Hidden Leaf's streets had begun, and nothing would ever be the same again.

  The battle erupted in the vilge square with a thunderous cacophony of metal, chakra, and primal fury. The three-headed wolves moved with a terrifying synicity that defied natural movement, their iron armleaming uhe midday sun. Each meical beast was a marvel of destructive engineering—moving with a speed that blurred the liween living creature and on.

  The wolves seemed almost too perfect, their movements a seamless dance of predatory i. They were more than just maes; they were aension of a higher will, a cold and calg force that sought only to destroy. Their glowing red eyes sed the area with eerie precision, each step deliberate, eaehal. Every time they struck, the sound of metal g against the cobblestoreets reverberated like the toll of a death knell.

  Their metallic bodies deflected kunai and basic jutsu with ptuous ease. The advanced armor was desigo absorb aribute kiiergy, transf every strike into a wasted effort. The traditional ninja tactics, honed eions of bat, seemed utterly obsolete in the face of sugineering marvels. They were nearly iructible, their sleek bodies t with fluidity and force, making them a force that would have been impossible to stop, were it not for the ued intervention of Reika and Xero.

  Reika was the first to truly strike back, her movements a testament to hiddehs of power that had remained cealed until this moment. She raised her hands, aween her palms, a phenomenon began to take shape. A glowing red orb materialized, its surface pulsating with an energy that seemed to vibrate with raw, primordial potential. The orb wasn't just a jutsu—it was a trated maion of pure destructive power, a on of unimaginable scale.

  With a sharp, almost primeval cry, Reika uhe orb at one of the wolves. The impact was nothing short of apocalyptic. Upon tact, the creature was pletely engulfed in a crimson explosion so intehat it reduced the massive meical beast to molten scrap in an instant. The heat was so trated that nearby cobblestones began to liquefy, creating small pools of rapidly cooling stohe sheer force of the explosio a shockwave that rattled nearby buildings, but it also left a smoking crater in its wake, marking the first tangible victory in what had promised to be an impossible battle.

  Kuro's eyes widened in genuine shock. *What the...? I don't remember that kind of jutsu from the Naruto series, is it even Jutsu? It's more like magic, a magic as red as her hair,* he thought, his mind rag to recile this extraordinary dispy with his prior knowledge. The power that Reika wielded now was on a scale beyond anything he had imagined. It was clear now that there was far more to her thahe eye.

  If Reika's attack was a demonstration of raw, trated power, Xero's tribution was a ballet of lethal precision. His swordsmanship transded anything Kuro had witnessed before. Each swing of his bde left behind a faint, shimmering trail of energy—a spectral arc that cleaved through the armored wolves as though their supposedly imperable defenses were nothing more substantial than thin part.

  With every strike, Xero's bde moved faster, more fluidly, his body a blur of motion as he danced across the battlefield. The wolves, for all their advanced design, seemed helpless against him. They moved to ter, but it was always too te. He was everywhere at once, his strikes surgical aless. It was as if the very air around him bent to his will, enabling him to exploit even the smallest opening in the wolves' defense. His attacks were not just physical—they were infused with chakra, a votile energy that made each strike expoially more deadly.