Whup whup whup!
A large number of attack helicopters took off from the airfield, hovering hundreds of meters above Reze.
The roar of rotors was deafening. Dozens of Apache attack helicopters formed attack formations in the sky, the Hellfire anti-tank missiles on their racks glinting coldly in the morning light.
'At this altitude, she shouldn't be able to reach us, right?'
The helicopter pilot swallowed, looking down.
His palms were sweaty on the controls, his gaze fixed on the seemingly insignificant figure below.
"Clear to fire!"
The commander's voice came through the headset again, more urgent and trembling than before.
The pilots didn't hesitate. Without even aiming properly, they pressed the release buttons.
They couldn't worry about friendly fire or base damage anymore.
Their only objective was to blow that Bomb Girl below into pieces… nothing else mattered!
Anti-tank missiles launched one after another. Because of the rushed launch, they weren't deliberately aiming at Reze herself, but carpet-bombing the area around her.
But with the blast radius of anti-tank missiles, it would be enough to catch Bomb Girl in the explosion.
Dozens of white trails streaked across the sky from the missile exhausts, like the strokes of Death's pen, converging on the ground from multiple angles.
Just as the first missile was about to hit—
Suddenly, flames ignited beneath Reze's feet.
"Boom!"
Another blast… using the explosion beneath her feet, Reze launched herself into the sky.
The flames exploded beneath her, the shockwave propelling her high into the air, so fast the naked eye could only catch a blur.
She tumbled through the air, her school skirt flapping in the wind.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless anti-tank missiles hit the ground where Reze had stood, tearing apart the tanks and drivers there.
The earth churned under the explosions, dirt, steel, and flesh all hurled into the air. Flames merged into a sea of fire, completely scorching that area.
But it was utterly useless.
The girl had launched into the air the instant the missiles struck, completely unharmed.
"You need to aim better~"
Reze taunted, her voice drifting from the sky with a strangely playful, coquettish tone.
Then, adjusting her posture mid-air, she arched her two long, slender legs slightly backward.
"Boom!"
With another explosion, she shot forward in mid-air, rapidly closing in on the armed helicopters.
Her body traced a graceful arc across the sky. Each explosion altered her trajectory, making her an unpredictable aerial sprite weaving through the helicopter formation.
As the terrifying Bomb Girl grew closer, the pilots panicked, unsure whether to change course to evade or continue firing missiles.
"Scatter! Scatter!" Someone screamed over the radio.
"She's coming! She's coming!" A desperate voice cried out on the channel.
The next second, Reze seemed to replicate what she had done on the ground… as she brushed past the armed helicopters, she threw a punch backhanded.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless Apache attack helicopters blossomed into brilliant fireworks in the sky.
Flames erupted from within the helicopters, tearing off rotors, engulfing pilots in their cockpits.
Shattered metal fragments rained down like scattered flowers, mixing with burning fuel, creating orange-red flowers of death in the sky.
Some skilled pilots tried to turn and aim at Reze, but no matter how advanced their helicopters, how could their maneuverability match Reze's ability to freely move through the air with explosions?
She tumbled, spun, and launched through the air. Each change in direction was accompanied by an explosion, and each explosion meant another helicopter turned into burning wreckage.
Those weapons worth tens of millions of dollars were like cheap fireworks in her hands… ignited, then falling.
Fort Hood, America's largest army armored base, was helpless against Bomb Girl Reze.
The ground was littered with burning tank wrecks and crashed helicopter fragments, the echoes of explosions still reverberating in the sky.
And Reze stood atop the wreckage of the last fallen helicopter, tilting her head and flashing a peace sign at the camera.
Countless witnesses felt a chill shoot from their tailbones to the tops of their heads.
On another front, at Naval Station Norfolk, America's largest naval base in Virginia.
Shrrrk! Shrrrk! Shrrrk!
That was the sound of cutting.
Not cutting metal… cutting everything.
A ghostly figure with massive blades extending from her hands and head, yet possessing an exceptionally voluptuous body, weaved through the base.
Her speed wasn't fast… at least not compared to Yu and Reze.
But each of her movements carried a suffocating elegance, as if she wasn't fighting, but creating a work of art.
Whatever stood in her way, whether soldiers, aircraft or ships, they were all neatly split in two.
Not hacked, but 'sliced'.
Where the blade passed, the cuts were as smooth as mirrors, even reflecting the objects on the other side.
M1 tank armor was like tofu before her, F-22 fighter fuselages like paper, even aircraft carrier decks were sliced in two with a single stroke.
Most terrifying were the soldiers.
They didn't even realize they had been cut.
Some took two steps before their upper bodies slid off their lower halves.
Some opened their mouths to call out, only to find their throats already half-severed.
Some raised their guns to shoot, but their arms detached from their bodies a second before pulling the trigger.
Blood splattered along the blade's trajectory, forming arcs of red.
Katana Devil-woman… Katsura Kotonoha!
Her expression remained calm, even carrying a trace of gentleness.
The blade seemed an extension of her body, each swing precise, wasting no strength, no excess blood.
Utaha, the Aizono sisters, and the others behind her were dumbfounded.
"Sh, she's really in combat for the first time?!"
Airi pointed at Kotonoha's back, her mouth wide enough to fit a fist.
"This must be talent..."
Megumi sighed, a complex emotion in her eyes.
She could understand why Makoto gave Kotonoha the Katana Devil's heart… the compatibility was truly high.
"In terms of talent, you're not lacking either, Megumi."
Utaha crossed her arms. "I heard that ever since that other person with the surname Kato died, no one has been able to learn the Spirit Transformation Technique."
In their view, Megumi's talent was certainly not lacking… it was just that her strengths lay in supportive skills like stealth and coordination.
Those skills were sometimes more terrifying than direct combat.
Megumi smiled sheepishly. "Wait a moment, everyone, please protect me."
Those around her nodded.
Then, Megumi knelt on the ground, closing her eyes as if to rest.
"What is she doing?"
Erina asked, puzzled.
The Yukinoshita sisters suddenly remembered how Megumi had helped Makoto defeat Itachi during the Konoha Crush.
The next second, Megumi began forming hand seals.
Beside her, Utaha, Airi, and Marina simultaneously raised their hands and bit their thumbs.
"Summoning Technique: Rashomon!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Instantly, three demon-faced gates rose from the ground, forming a triangular formation, protecting Megumi inside.
Each Rashomon was dozens of meters tall, the demon reliefs on the gates fierce and terrifying.