"Oh..." The woman seemed thirsty. She drank several cups of tea in succession but did not stop talking. "Your ancestral home is Konoha Village. Are there many people in your village around my age?"
Mirai thought that the people of Kirigakure were truly strange. Either they did not say a word, or they never stopped talking.
For now, the woman did not seem like a bad person, but she kept asking him questions. They were all meaningless nonsense.
Still, Mirai could not simply ignore her, so he had no choice but to chat with her for a while.
But for safety's sake, Mirai never drank any tea with her.
About half an hour later, the woman had finished the entire pot of tea. The room had been small to begin with, and the steam from the tea had filled it with a thin mist.
The woman smiled kindly, rose with a slight bow, and said, "Goodbye, Mr. Messenger..."
Mirai stood and returned the gesture. But the moment he got up, he suddenly felt weak all over. His legs had no strength, as though he had low blood sugar.
"What? What's going on..." Mirai clutched the table, swaying as he barely managed to remain standing.
The woman giggled. "What's wrong, Mr. Messenger? Are you feeling unwell?"
Mirai shook his head, thinking, What is happening? My entire body feels limp. My legs are weak, and I can't even draw out my chakra...
This is bad...
But I didn't drink the tea, and that woman didn't do anything... When did she pull this trick? No, I have to use Reverse Summoning to escape to Mount Myoboku, or I'll be in danger!
"Ninja Art... No, I can't refine any chakra..."
With a thud, Mirai collapsed onto the floor. The woman's expression no longer