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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Things are not going as well as I hoped. After an hour of wandering around the dark grimy streets of Shimogakure looking for another viable cover that I can assume, I've come empty-handed.
I haven't come across another living creature since I started scouring the streets. Well, except for furry black rats scurrying all around the dingy alleyways of the village. Their beady red eyes seem intent on searching for their next meal in stuffy garbage bins overflowing with trash. Or maybe they're just looking for a warm place to stave off the unforgiving frost of the night.
The icy breeze that blows on my face is the kind of coldness that seeps into one's bones and takes away the heat faster than one's body could replace it. If it were not for the warmth of the flaming oil lamp that I'm carrying in my hand, I doubt I would last long out here.
The streets of Shimogakure are quiet and derelict. The unrelenting wind howls above me, covering the huts, statues, the trees and the sheds in a thick blanket of white. It looks like a ghost town and I can't find a single target to use as a cover.
Damn it.
I know that I can't go back to the inn and use the innkeeper as I had planned. It would be against every fiber of my being to harm a pregnant woman even if it's convenient for me to do so. It wouldn't be right. My mom and dad taught me better than that. But I know that I also can't let myself get caught by my dad's men either.
I have to get to the Hot Springs District. I have to complete my task at all costs. But there's no one around to use.
What do I do now?
I rub my palms together to warm myself but my jaw keeps on shaking. Dusting off the flakes of snow from my hair and my clothes -- in an attempt to lessen the chill in my body -- I try to breathe deeply to keep myself from passing out. But I only manage to let in shallow breaths that feel like icy daggers on my chest. I need to get somewhere warm but I also need to find a cover. I can't keep on going like this. But I can't just give up.
