It was a day like any other, Mineko and her partner, Indigo, embarked through the forests of Kumogakure no Sato, far from civilization. They came to hunt an elk so they ventured to where the hills form; where the elks naturally appear. Unknown of the paths, Mineko was left to rely on her witts, she had not yet found any hilltops near. It would be a long trek back to their camp if they hadn’t begun their return, they would meet themselves cold and hungry and lost at dusk, they decided to play things safe so they settled on a family of rabbits, hid under the dug up hole behind a tree stump. “I’m sorry, Indigo. I will hunt you an elk once I figure out this place.” Mineko apologised as she stabbed through the crying mother rabbit’s neck with a sharpened twig in front of its children. Indigo gnawed on the mother rabbits raw warm flesh and Mineko killed the rest of the rodents then cooked her food.
At noon, they finally returned to their base. Clouds flowed in amble motion. A nearby river made its white noise. The earthy aroma the ground produced from every step Mineko took was the cherry on top of the tranquility of the atmosphere. She has grown accustomed to it all. Mineko laid below to her favorite tall tree that stood no taller than the others, sat up and rested, felt as though it was custom-made, as Indigo laid himself onto her lap. About to set into slumber, it was disturbed by an itch in her throat. Her tired legs couldn't handle another hike but Mineko was so annoyed by the itch, what felt like scraping her tonsils through sandpaper every time she tried to cough the itch out, she had to get water.
Surely a month has passed since Mineko arrived here in the forests of Kumogakure, she took it upon herself to discover areas that would bring in good use to her, such as the waterfall, and have ventured through paths which looked never worn.
She had made her way to the waterfall with small tired Indigo in her arms, somberly pacing through trees and shrubs. Until the sight of a young man appeared before her eyes, luckily it seemed she wasn’t in his sight. She halted. Gazing at the stranger’s direction, he looked as if he was asleep as the waterfall poured heavy onto him. Could he have been alive? his pose stood lifeless. Was he breathing? the weight of water did not budge him, not not even for a second. He will come out looking like a dried raisin once he steps out, Mineko thought, he already does.
Mineko observed the man closer, clung onto top of the tallest wood around the waterfall. The stranger’s body was toned and built, with his wide shoulders, fine jaw, and all, which only heightened Mineko’s interest. The stranger’s form was bewitching, difficult to look away, excusing to herself that she was merely waiting for him to give up some time sooner but he didn’t. Her patience eventually grew thin, as it did she made ten wooden stakes from the tree’s branches, almost needle like; long, thin, and skin piercing.
She borrowed one to pierce it to her exposed thigh, the blood trickled slowly even after squeezing the wound. She smeared the blood on her hands and proceeded to paint the symbol of her clan; the wolf fangs. She glanced below at Indigo on the grass, still fast asleep from exhaustion. He was always fond of naps.
Leaped from tree to tree, the wind drying, staining the blood on Mineko’s cheeks, to attempt to shoot the stranger with one of the stakes.
Two from his left, aimed to his ear.
Two from his front, aimed to his left eye.
Another two from his front, aimed to his right eye.
Two from his right, aimed to his other ear.
The last attempt timed two seconds longer than the rest did. Another two appeared out of the blue from the front, aimed to the stranger’s heart.
Hopefully more than one shots, all that Mineko wants was that the stranger collapses. A lesson to teach him to never use her water.