The Queen of Masks [Sakura Haruno Story]

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Sakura swiped a stray peace of hair that was tickling her nose away from her face using her wrist, careful not to touch any bare skin with her gloved fingers. The herb she was using for this antidote was one that she preferred not to work with, since it stained basically everything, including skin.

The scraping of her grinder came to a slow stop and Sakura poured the juice form the bowl into a small glass vile. Holding the vile up to the light, Sakura smiled slightly, the antidote was perfect. This one a particularly hard one to make, needing many different ingredients. Not only that, but Sakura had to improvise slightly since this poison was not like any other poison she had seen or read about. However, as Sakura inspected it with a critical eye, she knew that she had done everything correctly.

Turning to the onlooking nurse standing a good few metres away from Sakura, giving her space to work, Sakura waved her over. "Is the boiling water I asked for ready?"

The nurse bobbed her head once. "Yes Ma'am. I'll go fetch it right away." And she hurried off.

Sakura swirled the antidote in the vile, inspecting it for flaws once more, before pouring it into a small teapot.

The nurse scurried back into the lab, a kettle in hand, and she poured its contents into the teapot as well.

"Well then," Sakura picked up the pot. "I believe we are ready to treat the patient."

Kunkuro didn't like tea. At all. He disliked green tea, black tea, red tea, and blue tea. He hated all kinds of teas. And he especially disliked strange medical teas made by strange pink haired girls. Nevertheless, he downed the cup he was handed in one go, burning his throat in the process.

Kunkuro gagged and coughed and sputtered, already hating his life all because of this horrible tasting tea.

That's when the strange pink haired girl handed him another glass saying, "Only three more cups of this and all the poison will be washed out of you system by tomorrow morning."