Before they knew it, half a month had passed.
On the small island, Karin sat listlessly in a tree, her cheeks thin and pale.
Kaede, the Seven-Tails' Jinchuriki, came running from afar and shouted anxiously, "Sister Karin, Kabuto that vampire is coming to suck your blood again! Run, hurry!"
At the words, Karin's whole body trembled.
Over the past half month, Yakushi Kabuto had drawn her blood every day, then extracted cells and injected them into Houka's body. Houka had yet to recover, but she was practically being bled to death!
If it had been Uchiha Sasuke, Karin would have been willing even if he really bled her dry. But Uchiha Houka...
It felt so awful, so awkward!
Karin sighed and rolled up her sleeve. Amid the dense bite marks were quite a few needle punctures, traces left behind from the blood draws.
"Sister Karin, run already! I'll stop him for you!" Kaede said loyally.
Karin shook her head. "Kaede, I can't run. If I do, that guy will die."
"Oh." Kaede blinked twice. "How about drawing my blood instead?"
Karin smiled and said with an inexplicable hint of pride, "I appreciate it, but only my blood will work."
Sure enough, Haku came looking for her before long.
After returning to the stone house and having her blood drawn, Karin's face turned even paler. If it had been anyone else—even a ninja—their body definitely would not have endured being relentlessly bled for half a month straight. Fortunately, as a descendant of the Uzumaki Clan, every cell in her body contained abundant vitality. So even though the blood loss had made her anemic, Karin would not die.
Inside the wooden cabin, Houka lay on a stone bed with his eyes slightly open, his gaze somewhat vacant. Faint traces of woodification still