The chunin woke up feeling that something was off.
His lungs burned with pain, and the corners of his mouth had ulcerated. Even the slightest touch was unbearable.
"What's going on?" His first thought was not that he had been poisoned, but that he had fallen ill.
Though the chances of a ninja getting sick were low, it was still possible.
He took a deep breath, only to feel waves of burning pain, as though a venomous caterpillar had crawled into his lungs.
He hurriedly pulled out his water flask, opened it, and took a sip.
The cool water flowed down his throat into his stomach, bringing him a slight sense of relief.
But that relief was slight; the pain was overwhelming!
"What kind of illness is this?" The chunin scratched his head, stood up, and looked at the sky. Dawn had begun to break.
He turned to look at his two disciples, then froze. Why did the corners of their mouths...
He quickly shook them awake. The two disciples were ninjas after all, and highly alert. The instant they opened their eyes, they became fully awake.
Then—
"Ah!" The two cried out at the same time.
"This isn't an illness!" The chunin rushed outside and found that the female genin had also emerged after hearing the commotion.
The corners of her mouth were blistered, as though the blisters had been punctured, leaving familiar-looking sores.
She had the same symptoms as he and his two disciples!
"Captain, my mouth hurts, and my lungs too... Huh?" She saw the condition of her captain and the two teammates.
"We've been poisoned!" The chunin immediately realized it. One person falling sick was one thing, but how could four people get sick at once with the exact same illness?
"Do you feel anything? When