While investigating a terrible incident, Minako becomes Soulbound to Sasuke Uchiha because of an ancient spell.
𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨:
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• Choji oil- a traditional Japanese preserving compound used in the maintenance of high-quality blades of swords.
• Nins- shortcut for ninjas
• Kunoichi- a female ninja
• Shinobi- a male ninja
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Sasuke really is pleasant to be around. He's the best. He's so good that he keeps to himself. Like Naga who is now fast asleep, you won't hear a peep out of him. He just sits here beside me, focused on wiping the blood off of his katana with a damp rag. And he's doing all this right in front of me, on the same table where I am eating the tomato and cabbage soup he just offered me. He has such good manners.
Stop it.
I should just finish this soup and stop judging this man. The sooner I finish, the sooner I can get out of here. He'll take me back to the inn and I can go my own way. I'll forget about this encounter. But I can't forget about this soup though. Despite, it's simple taste, it's surprisingly good.
I take in a spoonful of soup and savor the saltiness of the dried fish which complements well with the tanginess of the tomato soup base. The cabbage adds sweetness and a crunchy texture while the herbs added gives the soup its delectable aroma. Who would have thought you could make a good soup with so few ingredients?
"The soup's really good," I mutter as I put down my spoon. My bowl is halfway finished. "Did you make it?"
"Yes." Sasuke gives me a terse reply. He doesn't even look my way to acknowledge me at all. Instead, he just keeps on tending to his sword which he is now dousing with choji oil. What a friendly guy, Sasuke Uchiha is.
Not that I am expecting to be friends with him. My intention is quite the opposite. I want nothing to do with him at all. But I expected some social sensitivity on his part, some know-how about social cues and mores. Cleaning a bloody sword in front of someone who is eating is considered atrocious and not engaging in conversation with a guest at the dinner table is considered impolite.
