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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• This is not an accurate depiction of how to deal with being poisoned by venom. It's merely fictional and made for the purposes of the story.
• Missing-nin (meaning: runaway ninja) - are ninjas who abandon their village with no intention of returning. Missing-nin are considered criminals in their village if not before their defection then certainly after abandoning their duties. As such, missing-nin are listed in their village's Bingo Book to be killed on sight.
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I would have run away by now after Sasuke found me out. But the healer told me that I've been poisoned by venom when he examined my wound and saw it blacken. Apparently, that blonde nutjob I fought with laced his kunai with venom. Just my luck.
On a positive note, Grandma Ai is healing nicely. She's safely tucked away in her bed resting; while I am standing here with Noa and the healer inside the apothecary as Noa fiddles with the glass bottles on the shelves of Grandma Ai's oak cabinet.
"It's this one, I think." She tells the healer who grasps his face in frustration and pulls on his white robes.
"You think?" The dark-haired healer tilts his head and sarcastically asks Noa.
Noa raises her shoulders, going back and forth opening bottles and sniffing vials. She lets out an exasperated sigh.
"Well, I'm not exactly the one running the apothecary now, am I?" She grumbles defensively, pulling at her hair. "Here."
She slides a small brown bottle on the counter and the healer picks it up and opens the lid.
"Wait." She stops and bites her nails. "I don't think that's the venom antidote. I think that's an ointment for preventing scars."
"Noa!" The elderly man barks at Noa, exasperation evident from the pointed tone of his voice.
"Well, you'll need this too, won't you?" Noa turns to me and asks. She's clearly flustered. Despite all her talk about mysticism and protecting the village from things that go bump in the night, it's clear she hasn't been exposed to high-pressure situations that call for a level head and quick decision making.
