Chapter 7

After Mary is done cleaning and mending Miran's wounds, she covered them with bandages. After that, she puts the new clothes on as she looks at him in the eyes while seriously telling him: "For the time being, please stop moving it is making the already dried up cuts open again!"

Miran didn't know why he cautiously nods to her but she seems like a caged tigress if he didn't follow her. Why does she treat strangers so well even though she barely knew him?

"I'll just get some porridge for you, I know you are hungry already"

Miran became rather cautious 'Is she gonna poison me or did she put something in it to drug me and control my mind'

Her jolly attitude and her carefree aura made Miran relax a little but talking about the food is much more complicated. Because of his experiences with ninjas who are trying to kill him with whatever means that are possible he already got used to constant hunger and a sleepless night.

Nevertheless, he still knows that he had slept for a month or so so he knows that even if she did poison the food why would she take care of him for a month, why not just kill him in his vulnerable state? Or maybe that lass is just a sadistic person who loves watching people in agony.

'Nevermind, I'm just overthinking about stuff'

Miran muttered to himself as he self-mocked his intelligence. Even if she is like that then let it happen, he still has something to fetch himself off and that is his Sharingan.

He then tried to take a deep breath as he inhales the fresh air lingering in the environment, he exhales cold and dirty air to release the tension of the problem he is currently thinking about.

He relaxed his body on the bed as he closed his eyes to meditate and to feel the chakra on his body. Even though he is lying in bed, his concentration is focused on the inside of his body as he tried to feel the chakra but to his surprise, he can not feel the chakra in his body rather it is more precise that there is something similar but not quite similar power that he can feel but he can not pinpoint what it is.

It is like when you change where you buy your water and tried drinking some of it, it feels like there is no distinctive taste in it but you can feel that it isn't the same as what you were drinking before, it feels rather odd.

Miran became perplexed, something is different, or is it just the injury that turned him turtle-ish in sensing chakra, he had the blood of both hegemony running through his veins, it is even a disgrace for him not to sense chakra which even a 5-year-old kid can achieve.

Even with this kind of wound, this doesn't make him turn into a cripple. He tried again but with much more concentration but he can only feel it but he can't reach it.

'What the f*CK is wrong with me?! It is already touching the tip of my tongue but why can't I just pull it so I can swallow it!'

He becomes much more aggrieved by each second that passes. The more he feels it the more exhausted he becomes. After a couple of minutes, he opened his eyes, beads of sweat can be seen on his head as he limped down on the bed.

'What is happening? Is the chakra in this place exhausted too much that even a nimble of it can't be absorbed, I can still feel that there's some chakra left in my body that's why I can still perform some simple illusion but what if I can't absorb anymore chakra?'

Just by thinking of it, Miran became much aggrieved. Without the presence of chakra, his Sharingan wouldn't even work, that is where his foundation is, his genjutsu is his only pride.

Well, he still got the stamina of a Senju in his blood, even if he hates the Uchiha he will still use the Sharingan, why would he toss out the benefits given to him. But the main issue is that he is short of chakra and he doesn't know if he can still recover it or where will he find the solution to recover.

As Miran racked his mind to find a way to make up for his lacking chakra, Mary arrived carrying a steaming hot bowl of porridge.

"Let me help you eat this since you can't lift a single finger"

Mary gently puts the bowl of porridge onto the table near the basket of fruits as she sat on a chair. She scooped a spoonful of porridge as she gently blows it.

"Here ahhh~~"

Miran was suddenly awake of his thoughts as he saw Mary's hand carrying a spoonful of porridge nearing his mouth. He furrowed his brow as he observes her.

"Ahhh~~ eat it now or the porridge might fall"

He opened his mouth as he thinks that even if it is poisoned it doesn't matter his already considered a dead man anyway might as well enjoy the last supper of his life.

As he chewed on the piece of chicken's meat he was surprised, the chicken was tender and the rice was very soft and the texture of the broth isn't thick or glue-like but rather was smooth and warm.

His mouth was on a cloud nine, this may be the best food they'd offer to him before he dies. As he was enjoying the food another spoonful came close to his mouth, he didn't even try to avoid it as it was very delicious.

It feels like he was back again to his early days where his mom will cook this for him. He didn't realize that he was being fed by someone and before he realizes he already finish the food.

"Is it good?"

Miran nodded his head as he relaxed his body as he tilted his head on the window, he saw a beautiful scenery that attracted his attention.

The red clouds hover in the sky, and the sunset is beautiful. The red sun may soon sink into the horizon, and the gentle sea breeze blowing in the mountains makes him unable to stop in relaxing and joyfully enjoy the breathtaking scenery.

'Is this how it feels to relax, free from the malicious and vicious threat of people. Can I just lay down like this?'

A tear came flowing from his eyes as he smiled this made Mary notice him, she feels something from him, she feels connected to him, she feels a kinship building from within her as she saw his lonely back.

It feels very weird that she only got to know him but she feels something from him, but why? Her lustrous eyes kept looking at him as she observed him.

As if she guessed something, her eyes lit up them she suddenly said: "I know that feeling, the feeling of remorse and regret"

It wasn't loud but Miran heard it, he tilts his head as he saw her, she was smiling. Her eyes are a little hazy, he didn't feel pity coming from her but he feels some mental connection.

"I once lost my brother, he was the only family I got and the only person who supported me, he protected me and the whole village but he.."

She didn't continue but Miran knows what happened next, her hazy eyes begun to shed tears as she gently wipes it.

"I'm sorry for that, I just felt something that made me want to talk, maybe I'm just tired"

She suddenly stood up as she walks to the door.

"Wait!"

Miran hesitated for a second before he said: "I'm also similar to you"

He didn't know why he blurted this out but he feels that he shouldn't make this girl disappointed.