amethyst solitary (naruto u.)

Explanations

Manaka found herself in a bewildering situation. She didn't know how she ended up being forcefully pulled out of the hospital by two men, each gripping her arms with a harshness that bordered on stubbornness.

"Hey! What's going on?! I already told you, I don't intend any harm, where are you taking me?! Ouch, stop it please! You're ripping my arms off!!" Manaka mortally choked out, attempting to scurry herself back from the guards' grip.

"Tsunade please listen to me! I promise, I'm not planning to commit harm to your village! J-Just let me go and I promise I won't bother anyone!"

Tsunade released a scoff. "Stop wasting your breath." She jeered from the front, motioning her legs as the two men kept their distance not too far from hers.

Manaka gulped down the lump stuck in her throat and suppressed the urge to cry.

'Can't believe this is actually happening to me!' she quivered deviantly.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, exacerbating the anxiety already coursing through her. Nothing seemed to click or make sense in her mind. Even as she tried to piece together the events of last night, everything remained too jumbled to grasp fully.

Just what happened when she was out of it?

Awestruck, her violet irises shifted around, glimpsing at the bewildered faces being thrown at her, clearly owned by the villagers of this supposedly Plant— Leaf Village.

'What's the matter with them?'

Is it because they assume she's a criminal? Well, in their defense, she was in fact handcuffed and escorted forcefully by two guards which certainly affirmed a misconceived scenario.

Her eyes began filling with tears.

This is all so humiliating.

The more the walk lengthened to god knows where, the more the retro-like environment around her perked her interest. Despite its small and narrow size, the street was lined with traditional vernacular houses and wooden stalls displaying a variety of market goods, drawing in customers to browse and make purchases.

The locals' unique sense of fashion captivated her attention, with many dressed in kimonos and sporty attire that differed significantly from the modern day fashion trends.

And now that she thinks of it, it looked like it was spring?

"How? It was just snowing moments ago?"

She spared a glance at one of the guards holding onto her and perceived in his strange outfit.

'Maybe they work for the police?' She sniffed her now reddened nose.

But still, the police would've informed her of the circumstance she was in, plus the place she was going to.

This was all odd. Where was she taken to exactly?

Clearly this wasn't Shinjuku city.

Everything about this felt like an isekai straight out of another age, as if she had been thrown into the era of samurai. She had read enough shoujo manga and played enough otome games to recognize the feeling, and now it was almost as though she had become the heroine herself.

"Can I call my parents?" She weakly said, feeling her throat growing dry. The guards looked at each other in confusion but said nothing.

Womp.

Seems like no one was willing to help her or give her a reasonable explanation.

It's like school all over again.