Seeing through Reality [P/M]

[Trigga]

Name: Interrogation
Rank: B-Rank
Repeatable: Yes
Description: After some reinforcement of strength was implicated the capture of a deadly Shinobi was completed. As a highly revered member of the Konohagakure Shinobi force, you’ve been tasked with interrogating this suspect and gaining any and all information that will prove beneficial to the village. Methods of execution are entirely up to your own creativity and while death is frowned upon, it isn’t prohibited unless stated otherwise. Have fun.
Reward: 2,500 ryo, 100exp

The art of interrogation was one rarely practiced, but greatly appreciated in the long scheme of things. Information extraction was a difficult task when one didn’t hold the Ninjutsu or even—a Hijutsu that allowed permeation into the minds of others. The tongue, hands, and imagination of a man became his own techniques and weaponry that he could use at his own discretion. Instating death was an effortless feat, but was fruitless when information hadn’t been spilled next to its crimson red complement. Today, the Hidden Leaf would host a rather atrocious and thorough session which would house the battle of will versus determination. Which end of this armored spectrum would prove triumphant in the end?

Emerging through a grand door which allowed an immense source of light to break into the otherwise darkened room, Uchiha Ryūsuke—or better yet his pious counterpart surfaced and motioned down the extensive corridor. Asked by the Intel division to attempt and use his talents to extract valuable information for a notorious criminal, the Hokage accepted—yet summoned a clone to move in his stead while he continued his commerce within the office. While own a substance of the original’s energy, he was a real as they came, and hosted not only his own mind, but a shared judgment and recollection with the authentic Fire Shadow.

“Welcome lord Hokage-sama,” A guard stationed near the second doorway, approximately fifteen meters from the main entrance sounded which was roughly exchanged with a wave of the hand as the Holkage stationed himself in the forefronts.

“We’re waiting on your partner, sir” He announced.

From my frontal prospect, the room was unambiguously dark, and the door shouting to my foyer hadn’t aided the situation. Dim candles set arbitrarily along the walls were the only source of true radiance. Nonetheless it bothered me not, and while I awaited the arrival of my fellow Shinobi to aid in this cross-examination, I couldn’t help but ponder on what I’d be asked to do; or better yet, if I could. Death was nothing I favored, and while there were times I had to accomplish a task which such a conclusion, it hadn’t set well within my consciousness. Hopefully I could avoid ensuring the loss of another and allow my all-pervading oculars to determine the finishing dynamic for this endeavor.

Enter, Kage Bunshin

[lore.]

"Right this way, s-!?"
"Fuck off, I don't need you to tell me where to go."

Being summoned for an interogattion mission was rather stupid in Makoto's opinion, he believed that was what the village had Anbu for, not Chuunins. But either way, he had shown up to the scene in a rather non-nonchalant mood. Interogattions were rather complexed and dealt with brainwashing, toture and deceptation; all the things that he was good at. Though he was talented in those arts, Makoto had still lack the drive to do such, causing a slight issue for him.

The Kagehebi walked towards the final door in a rather sluggish motion, not wanting to truly do this mission at all, but as he quickly heard the words- "“Welcome lord Hokage-sama." A slight eyebrow rose in interest, he honestly couldn't believe that the Hokage was summoned for something so little. Maybe this mission was a little more serious than Makoto had expected and that alone caused a little excitement to spark up from within.

He quickly opened the door, whilst cooing "The champ is here." Hoping to catch everyone's attention in the dark mellow room, he continued to speak, "Sooo~ what y'all need papa Makoto to do? Cause I bet I can do more than that bitchass Kage of yours." A slight grin came across his facade as he said such - he knew that would offend many in the room and that's exactly how he wanted it; all the attention on him. "But before you guys get y'all panties in a bunch, please explain what we have to do here?"

Auburn pools didn't bother to look at the Hokage, but rather the guards instead. He honestly didn't believe the Kage was worth his time for the simple fact of him being seventeen, and though Makoto was just eighteen - he felt he could have been a better Hokage than Ryusuke. He stood erect, roughly a few feet from the kage as he waited for the brief description about the mission. Things were going to get interesting.

[Trigga]

"The champ is here!"

So my companion had arrived, and rather complacently as the doors that once drowned out all light flustered opened once more; allowing the summer rays to burst into the room belligerently. Regardless I stood unfazed as my own treasured optics were comfortably impervious as their faced the steel door in front which would ultimately lead to the interrogation room. Before he even entered, I mentally went over all the procedures in a quick, concise scheme. Being aware of what I wanted to do, making the task of what I needed to do that much easier. Regardless, it seemed that the man I’d be working with held little respect not for just his superior, but his fellow Hidden Leaf native.

True enough, as the dark-haired man sprouted forth, and the steel construction closed once more behind him, the guards looked on in disappoint as the ostensibly bottomless pit of arrogance flooded through the Shinobi’s lips. Truly, those words alone were enough to instruct disciplinary actions upon the Kagehebi, and with two Jōnin-ranked ninja present, that would have been nothing more than an unproblematic task. However, they stood patient as the Hokage simply looked on with a smile as he mentally shrugged off the pessimistic comments with little to no difficulty doing so. Internally, the Anbu who stood to his sides were envious at his ability to drown out the ignorance and focus on the task at hand.

With that one of the two Anbu stepped forward, peering through his porcelain mask towards the newcomer while the Uchiha continued to face the door. “I’ll begin the briefing. I will not repeat myself so pay attention,” He cleared his throat and with a fluid motion from his complement, the opposing anbu handed the masked man an envelope which was promptly opened without fail. The commencement of the seminar would begin.

“Prisoner No.43—Agiwa Shinoshi was captured a month prior to current events. A former Leaf Jōnin and member of Anbu, he was charged with the crimes of Terrorism, Conspiracy to commit terrorist acts, murder, and three counts of larceny. His speicality being Tactical bombing. It’s been learned that he planned to deface the Hokage mountain with an array of highly explosive materials to instate a civil war. How this bombing would cause conflict has yet to be attained, for Shinoshi is a rather resilient individual. As such, you two have been assigned to break him down, and force him to relieve all information he may know regarding the potential terrorist attack.”

[lore.]

“Tsk.” He kissed his teeth in response to the Hokage not showing any emotions towards his words - did he think he was too mighty to care? Nonetheless, the Kagehebi shrugged in response to the man's unfazed personality. If he didn't bother to care, neither would Makoto for he was too great of ninja to stoop down to the Hokage's childishness. A real man would have said something, but then again this was Ryusuke - he had an image to live up to; the peaceful and smooth kage.

“I’ll begin the briefing. I will not repeat myself so pay attention.”

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Ears perked up to listen to the man's brief description on the man Makoto and Ryusuke were going to interrogate. It seemed the traitor was an expertise in bombing and had decided to plot against the Great Hokage Mountain; a mountain that held up the faces of our forefathers. A mountain that would eventually have the face of Makoto on it sooner or later, for his time to shine was now and he was truly prepared to over shine Ryusuke.

"Lead me to him, and I will without a doubt make him spill out everything in just five minutes - I assure you." He stated while punching his fist into his palm, his eyes fueled with passion as he ready himself to enter the door that held the captive. One of the guards clutched the handle of the door and opened it, signaling the two to enter the room with a slight motion of arm. "Time to show you bitches how it's done. Base God flow up in this bitch."

The shinobi entered the small room that seemed to only have one light-bulb that dangled from the ceiling, which seemed to be the only light that was in the room. But the lightbulb wasn't just dangled just anywhere, it was dangled above the head of a man that seemed to have been badly beaten - who was strapped to a wooden chair. Blood was leaking from his head and a few teeth were missing; the Anbu really did a number on him.

But as soon as the door closed behind the three (Ryusuke, Makoto, and Shinoshi), the male began to speak. "Haha, ooo~ The Hokage is here, they think I'm going to break just because he's here?! Ha! I laugh at such foolish thoughts and dreams." The man stated as he spat blood on the floor, and shortly after he began to laugh again. "And who's this suppose to be? The Hokage's bitch? Haha, you two are just cowards that need to be vanquished. This village is nothing like it was before and it will never raise to greatness as long as shinobi like you two are around!"
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[Trigga]

(“Did he really just---- never mind,”) Ryūsuke couldn’t fathom such impertinence from someone who held themselves in the standards of the forefathers that guided the Leaf to its future. Prospecting aspects of hope, peace, and aptitude seemingly shattering in the hindsight of the dark-haired man whose tongue reflected that of a sailor’s ambition. A terminology, and sentence structure that severely required much work, this was not a simple English class, and it wasn’t the Uchiha’s job to inculcate such mannerisms. Cooperation would be the only dymanic that would lead to the completion of this endeavor. Simple arrogance of half-hearted notions would do nothing but excite their opposition.

As the conceited Shinobi marched forward taking to the forefronts with an air of assurance, Ryūsuke simply followed behind, only being stopped by the second Anbu who took the principle of dropping a right hand over the Fire shadow’s shoulder. Stepping momentarily, allowing enough room for the Kagehebi to enter and efficiently leave the range of audible astuteness, the anbu leaned down, and gave word through the Uchiha’s ear. “Don’t mind him, Lord-Hokage. He’s a simple Chūnin looking for a name for himself. Kinda like you are,” though their methods were conspicuously different, there was no discrediting that postulation and all Ryūsuke could do was smile and waving it off before entering himself.

Upon entering the room, and the last steel door sealing behind, the absence of usable light was both comforting and nerve-wrecking. Nonetheless it mattered not as the walls were lined with numerous tools of destruction to implicate the most effective punishment possible. Ignoring the man’s words for the most part, the Uchiha simple canvassed what he had to work with, before turning his attention towards Makoto, who was seemingly excited and used such a convinced notion of five minutes to stay his time needed.

“You can begin then.”

[lore.]

He was actually surprised at the fact that Ryusuke had insisted on him going first. “Don't tell me what to do,” He replied back, whilst slender digits took hold of a kunai from within his pouch. The weapon was brought forth to his lips as he licked the tip of it and in a swift motion, the weapon would be stabbed through the man's palm, causing the male to scream in agony. His scream allowing Makoto to feel alive again - a feeling he didn't feel in a long time, a feeling which he truly missed.

“Now listen here, you're going to tell me everything or I will make sure your hands are cut off, and then your tongue and then your little tiny ass balls!” And though his words seemed rather painful, the man whom was being interrogated began to laugh. “You honestly think, I'm going to be bothered by such simple tactics! I dare you to cut my hands off! I dare you!” He yelled back, but he didn't know how much anger that was building up in the Kagehebi due to such words.

Makoto was not one to be disrespected, especially when it was in front of the Hokage - a man that he was trying to outshine. “Cut them off you say? Hehe, very well!” He quickly pulled out the kunai from the man's palm and ready himself to slit the man's wrist right off, but one of the guards quickly tapped on the door, causing the male to stop in his tracks. A slight sign of shame could be seen lingering in his eyes, feeling more of an idiot than ever.

“Whatever, I'm too good for this, you try Mr.Hokage.” Backing off from the male strapped to the stair, Makoto patiently waited to see what the Hokage would do. Rumors of him being a softy spread like a wildfire among those in the village. “Haha! The Hokage? This little bitch suppose to hurt me!? Don't make me die of laughter.”

[Trigga]

Momentarily taken back by the sheer volume of utensils that rested on the extensive steel carts, the Hokage took a moment to analyze their functions and purposes. Small knives, most likely used for quick, though not exactly precise slicing as evident by the series of scalpels which would have served that purpose just fine. Tongs, dividers, clasps and even restraints were also present and it was now obvious to the Uchiha that this was the life in which he didn’t want to lead. A lifestyle solely based around the conception of annihilation and bloodshed, it was disgusting. Nonetheless, in reality it had purpose and someone had to do it.

As the door found itself penetrated by a knock , halting the Snake-familiar’s path of destruction, it was more of a bittersweet sensation when being faced with the notion of taking the forefront and actually implicating brutality. Sighing, and with a gradual clench, the Uchiha pulled from the table a small scalpel, roughly hosting a ¼ of an inch blade, notably used for small incisions and precise and thorough severance. “Okay,” He returned a comment to at least manifest a small window of conversation in the dimly lit room as he turned and faced the opposition, who once against decided to speak with an absent-minded tongue.

“Yknow, I could really extract the information without much brutality at all,” The Uchiha exclaimed, hinting to a talent unknown to the two who surrounded him, but hosting enough confidence in his humble voice to make the statement as honest as he ensured it to be. Coiling the metal blade through his fingers, allowing the spaces between his extended limbs to allow the blade to ostensibly twirl smoothly, the Hokage awaited a reqonse, and dependent on what the man said, this exercise would move along smoothly, or with a much more delicate aggression that the Hokage didn’t favor.

[lore.]

“I could really extract the information without much brutality at all."

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By instinct, his eyebrow rose in interest to the Hokage's word. He didn't know whether to believe him or doubt the man's ability to do what he was claiming - unless he was going to use his Sharingan, which most Uchiha would use. “Haha, yeah with your Sharingan right? What an Uchiha.” He scoffed back, auburn pools glancing over to see the man's reaction. Even though Makoto didn't want to believe the Uchiha's words - something was telling him that he was being honest.

It wasn't a bluff, he could tell by the sheer determination that lingered in the eyes of the Hokage's. “T'is is bullshit, if you can do that, please show us all how. Cause I can make him spill out every dirty secret with just one technique. Butttt~ since you're claiming you can do better, please do.” He crossed his hands as he waited to see the man at work, and knowing the Anbu that thought so highly of the red-head; they probably were watching as well. Silently everyone waited to see the trick the Kage was going to pull, but soon the silence would be interrupted -

“HAHA! You're shitting me right? You can supposedly make me say everyting?! Please bitch kage, show me! SHOW ME! You fuckin' worm!” The male yelled back, as he kicked and wiggled in the chair, hoping to cause some fear within the two that was in the room. Honestly the Kagehebi was unfazed by such little actions, for he had seen worst, but what really fazed him was a single thought - a thought that was lingering in the corner of his troubled mind. Why had this man betray his village in the first place?
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[Trigga]

“Would you stray from using what you were blessed with?”

Words honest, and a tone serious, I didn’t bother to turn my face towards my companion, but instead stared unswervingly at Shinoshi as his words continued to spew from his mouth. While I harbored true hatred for only a small select few, he would be lucky enough to challenge my true potential and as such, I would implicate my declare into reality. Hopefully this didn’t put my fellow Konoha natives at a consternation or surprise. After all, while I was Hokage, I tended to keep most of my true strength quiescent; only the latent abilities surfacing when I truly favored their abilities over all others.

Kneeing down, allowing his eyes to make direct eye contact with the detainee, the Hokage stoof motionless for a moment, and seemingly analyzing the facial features of the man. “You ready—“ His sentence cut short, this simple bewilderment would be silenced as the once purple hues of the Uchiha shifted, and mended into a tinge of deep crimson, black triggers formulating and spiraling around the irises with an orbital stir. The sharingan had surfaced, and while Makoto had been successful in naming the Dōjutsu, unless he had detailed information on the uchiha, this next technique would only stimulate his sense of uncertainty even more.

Using a unique form of Hypnosis, Ryūsuke would drown his opponent in sentiments of tranquility, allowing his body to feel abnormally relaxed and reinforcing the impression of trust towards the scarlet-haired Shinobi tenfold before asking a simple question. “Tell me everything you know about the attempted bombing on the great Hokage mountain.” Implanting false memories of camaraderie and adventures in abundance, Ryūsuke literally placed himself into a large portion of the older man’s life. This in turn would make the withdrawal of information significantly easier. After all, while Makoto would obviously frown upon this, did he ever ignore the serpent sanction that was entrusted to him by his forefathers?

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3rd Tomoe
Rank: A
Type: Doujutsu / Supplementary / Special Bloodline Technique
Range: Eyesight
Chakra: Very High
Special: Pierces Genjutsu (illusion control) and Taijutsu (movement prediction) 'A' rank and under. For avoiding incoming attacks, the Uchiha's speed and agility will greatly control whether they can move to avoid it.
Description: The final normal evolution to Sharingan, the third tomoe fits symmetrically with the rest by creating a perfect triangular existence around the pupil. An eye containing three tomoe will allow the ninja to see the image of an attacker’s next move from the slightest muscle tension in their body, in the form of a quickly processed mental premonition. This prevents wasteful movement and allows the Uchiha to conserve much needed chakra in battle. It allows them to synchronize their movement to strike at an area moments before their opponent is even in that spot, essentially allowing them to strike out and hit their opponent before they're even there. Best of all, three tomoe also grants the Uchiha the ability to cast unique genjutsu and incur deep hypnosis after locking eyes with an enemy. This can be used to cause their opponent to do an attack of the Uchiha's choosing, or simply to force them to endure endless torture.

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Shisu (Hypnosis)
Rank: A
Type: Doujutsu / Supplementary / Special Bloodline Technique
Range: Eyesight
Chakra: Very High
Special: Sleep, suggestion, paralysis, and memory recall last up to 1 turn, plus 1 more each time this jutsu is retrained. Cannot force a user to do something completely against their will, like taking their own life or that of a dear comrade, unless they have previous intent to do so.
Description: Upon unlocking the last of the normal secrets behind the Sharingan eye, the Uchiha begins to take full control of their blood powers. They are now able to essentially hypnotize anything or anyone that comes in eye contact with the Sharingan, inducing a unique brand of hypnosis that involves suggesting actions and thoughts to the opponent through genjutsu cast by simple eye contact. The hypnotic ability coupled with the other aspects of the Sharingan, can make the user appear as if they can "see the future". Finally, this level of hypnosis is capable of putting an opponent to sleep, inducing paralysis, and even replaying certain, specific memories to someone.
Domain: Uchiha. Must unlock 3rd Tomoe Sharingan.

[lore.]

“Would you stray from using what you were blessed with?"
“You gotta be kidding me. Fuckin' fag."

He couldn't help but roll his eyes to the man's words, this is exactly what he meant - Uchiha clansmen only being talented because of their eyes. He never once heard or came across an Uchiha who had gotten something done without the use of the Sharingan, it was like it was program in their heads to use it at all times. And though Makoto hated it, he couldn't deny that it was a true gift of the gods. Blessing shinobis with the ability to see all and bend those to their wills, something he envied greatly.

The Kagehebis were great as well, but the Uchihas seemed to have the slight edge over them - resembling that of a snake and a hawk. Though the snake was great, he always wished to soar in the sky like a hawk and to put it in simple terms, the Uchiha clan were the hawks. But that wouldn't cause Makoto to doubt his skills in any way possible, for he knew he was stronger than most Uchiha. “Just get the info out of him, so I can go on with my day already. Jeez, people got shit to do y'know.”

He watched carefully at the Uchiha in action, making sure not to blink at all, so he could grasp the whole procedure of this technique. It seemed that eye contact had to be made to place the victim under some form of hypnosis. It was a deadly technique, something this shinobi truly didn't want to be placed under, but he sure as hell wished he was bestowed with a gift like that. Auburn pools watched carefully and were shocked to see the male spilling out his secrets - was this magic?

“The bombs that I placed on the mountains are hidden in a slight hole, which I had dug up. The hole is exactly three meters away from the second Hokage's head.” The information was spat out quickly and caused Makoto's jaw to literally hang in astonishment. This was the power of the Sharingan? He was shocked, fazed, jealous, and so much more, but for now he just watched at the gifted Sharingan.

[Trigga]

Slight incisions within the resistant rock of the precipitous tribute to the leaders of the Hidden Leaf—these would make the placement of each and every hidden locality of the bombs. Assumptions proven true and the worse come to realize had finally surfaced. The Hidden Leaf was in peril and even adding insult to injury, it was a civil act from internal forces. This was enough to raise suspicions though the Uchiha wasn’t done. There was something else that he wanted to know and would only make sense giving the current state of affairs. His Hypnosis wouldn’t fade for a little while and as such he would continue in his cross-examination.

Ignoring the supercilious smug for a moment, Ryūsuke sighed contently, turning only to nod at the Anbu after the first segment of information was incorrigible; one of the two noticing from behind the one-way mirror and exiting promptly, notably to gather a team and execute a thorough search of the Second Hokage’s face.

Turning back, allowing direct Eye-contact to surface once more, the Hokage had a simple question which would most likely give him enough information to call this interrogation to an end.”Are there any other cooperators involved? Did you have help with this scheme?" Truth be told, while it was probable, the idea of even assuming that this man efficiently canvassed such a large-scale terrorist affair single-handedly was far-fetched. Ryūsuke gathered his thoughts and meticulously processed the situation through is mind collecting assumption-based conclusions for this predicament.

[lore.]

The more progress Ryusuke was making, the more upset it was making Makoto. Blood began to boil as he clenched his teeth - this Uchiha was taking all of his limelight and that alone was angering him. But something soon changed all of that, as the Hokage turned his head to gave his Anbu the signal to go, the hostage quickly broke out of the trance and shut his eyes. It seemed the slight disconnection of eye contact had allowed him some time to veil himself from the jutsu.

“Haha, seemed the mighty Kage didn't think his hostage was going to shut his eyes. Fail.” Makoto stated, a smirk finding its way across his facade, while he began to move forth towards Shinoshi. This was his time to shine now, Makoto's - no one else, but him. “Let me show you how it's done.” He had come to the conclusion that the hostage was no longer going to open his eyes, due to being placed under such a powerful Genjutsu.

Thus allowing himself to step forth with his Kagehebi techniques, “You're not the only one blessed Hokage,” with a swift jab, a single snake escaped from the sleeve of his crewneck t-shirt and short forth towards the man's neck. “Watch how it's done.” Within that very second, the snake quickly bit the man and soon everything was going to unfold. Seconds passed and suddenly the man began to throw up multiple times- some of it probably landing on the Kage if he didn't move.

“What the hell is th- ARHHHHHH!?” The hostage began to throw up again, and again, and again, over and over. “I'll tell you anything, make it stop! Make it stop!” He pleaded as tears began to fall down his face, “The ones that assisted me were in my Anbu team, the unit is hiding in the forest, thirty meters west of the village! Just make it sto-!?!?” A malevolent grin could be seen on Makoto's face, as the male's eyes began to roll back and he began to shake greatly with the chair. Oh, how would the great Hokage react to such gruesomeness?

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Jatai no Sasori (Body of the Snake - Venom Fangs)

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Rank: D, C, B, A, S [325]
Type: Supplementary / Special Bloodline Technique / Nintaijutsu
Range: Self
Chakra/Stamina: High
Special: Adds a unique poison to all Kage Hebi related techniques and strikes. Highest rank known determines amount of time needed for bite to sustain before poisoning is successful. Poison comes from a unique snake venom, leaving struck victims to suffer a variety of effects based on its strength (highest rank known.) The only known antidote for this poison is literally the blood of a Kage Hebi being commingled with one's own - the blood of the one that inflicted the victim with the poison has a 90% chance of negating the effects of the poison; the blood of an immediate relative has a 50% chance; the blood of any Kage-Hebi has a 10% chance.

• D: Dizziness; lack of focus [1 turn]
  
• C: Nausea & diarrhea; uncontrollable twitching [3/4th's of turn]
  
• B: Poor balance; minor hallucinations [Half of turn]
  
• A: Intense vomiting; mini-seizures [1/4th of turn]
  
• S: No balance; unresponsive limbs [Near-Instant]

Description: Snakes are one of the most venomous creatures of the animal kingdom, an important attribute for survival and dominance. In the case of the Kagehebi, this trait has not been overlooked. With intense training, the clan member can learn to produce a uniquely strong poison which can be added to their clan jutsu in order to leave their victims helpless.
Drawback: Kagehebi.

Senei Jashu (Hidden Shadow Snake Hands)
Rank: D [25]
Type: Offensive / Special Bloodline Technique / Nintaijutsu
Range: See special!
Chakra/Stamina: Low
Special: Distance and strength of extending snakes depends on the user's understanding of the 'Way of the Snake'. Speed of snakes depends on the user's highest known rank of 'Jatai no Daija'. Initially 1 snake comes forth, with 1 more added for a maximum of 10 each time retrained.
Description: Senei Jashu is a signature Kagehebi Nintaijutsu technique which allows the clan member to manifest a bundle of quick-striking snakes that extend from the user’s sleeves. The Kagehebi extends his palm and shoots out snakes to attack a target, having them move at impressive speeds and strike with their fangs. Though basic, this variation has been known to subdue even the strongest of foes with a single snake bite.
Domain: Kagehebi. Nan-Kaizou 'D'.[/spoiler]
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[Trigga]

This was simply psychological warfare, and Ryūsuke held the distinct pleasure to stand on the top of the pedestal without opposition. There he stood in the midst of the wintry chambers without even the slightest hesitation flooding through his pours. While this branch of Shinobi industrial endeavors eluded him, it wasn’t absent in his mind, and for some time, even as a Genin the Uchiha knew that such a division existed, and had a fairly accurate conjecture of what actually happened in these quarters of torture. The transgressions were far from humane, but obviously worked for the grander scale of things.

The moment he turned his face, the Uchiha calculatedly canceled his Genjutsu. This was done simply to allude to a sense of difference in strength between prisoner and interrogator. Shinoshi was a seasoned Shinobi and most likely was redoubtable on the battlefield. Nonetheless what he faced in the two youth that attempted to drag away information was far from what he had experience in his prime. Times had changed, assumptions of strength and tactical advances came more frequently. All the Uchiha wanted to do was instill his vigor into the mindset of his detainee; allowing his dominance to run rampant in his annals of thoughts.

However it seemed as if the Kagehebi decided to take measures into his own hands, and akin to his earlier annotations, words of callous were released into the air and just as easily ignored. However, what wasn’t disregarded, and even analyzed before manifesting in reality was that of the impending snake emerging from the man’s shirt. Not making a movement, though host ample time and a windfall feature of anticipation, the Hokage simply looked on in disgust as the venomous creature impaled its fangs into the man’s neck. Dark death oozing from the puncture abrasion and soon a fountain of vomit escape his mouth, though easily avoided as the Hokage jumped back a modest year. His eyes filled with confusion and infuriation.

“Get the Medics!” The Uchiha called out.

The bodily indications of a seizure were more than palpable and while the Anbu searched high and low for a close proximity medical staff member, the scarlet-haired Uchiha turned his attention towards the snake-whisper, his fist clenched gently, though still maintaining his composure. “What are you trying to prove? That you can kill a defenseless man?” he inquired. Knowing full well an ignorant, and equally vain statement was sure to ensue, the Hokage only wanted to assist his ability of gauging a person through a moment’s notice. And as such, gathering depth of one’s strength of mind and will.

[lore.]

“Prove I can kill a defenseless man? You got it wrong Hokage, he needs to die! He betrayed our village and made us look like a fool! Death is the perfect punishment for scum like him!” He yelled back, walking closer to the Hokage so they were face to face. Auburn pools stared right into the eyes of the Kage, not fearing the abilities of the Sharingan in any way possible. Makoto was no pushover for anyone, no matter who the hell they were and if they had a problem with it, oh well.

“This is the real world lover-boy. People will die, friends, family, the people you love, and even the people in your village. This scum!” A single hand rose up, directing itself to the man who was on the verge of death, “He needs to die! And I will make sure he does! He betrayed us! He is no use and seems to be more pathetic than ever! Why can't you just accept that!?” Tension began to fill the atmosphere within the small compacted room, as the light-bulb swayed to-and-fro.

Makoto stood erect, making sure not to move from his current location. He was waiting, praying for a response from the Kage and as he waited, the man began to shake up even more. Eyes began to roll back and more vomit began to escape his lips - landing on the floor. It was gruesome; the man was trying to speak - his short cries for help could be heard. But Makoto was not fazed or moved by it at all, in fact it made him glad and proud to know he was getting rid of this scum.

[Trigga]

Moments before the Hokage would respond to the claptrap that spewed forth from the snake’s mouth with an antagonistic hiss, the steel doors which once locked the two in burst opened. Emerging from the break of candled light, two men—garbed in the beige cloaks of the customary medical attire, they immediately rushed over towards the sickening man. Kneeling down, and applying the release of restraints, he was dropped to the cold floor hard. From this point, they would perform a number of medical feats and procedures in attempts to salvage whatever life the traitor had left in his being. It seemed the Kagehebi was indeed motioning towards a fatal blow.

Meanwhile, mere meters from the medical advisors and the fading defector, the two Shinobi who were in charge of the interrogation were seemingly caught in an inert augment. Morals, beliefs, and Libra scales being weighed as the Uchiha faced off with his Kagehebi counterpart. The man’s words were both cold and precise; not a fiber of hesitation lingered in his intonation which only drove the notion of heartlessness to the edge of its balance. Ryūsuke could only show disgust in his facial gestures, completely over the concept itself, and finding nothing benevolent about the methods of execution that his friend had in mind.

“You’re so blind to the world around you, it also sorrows me to see you, and hear your words. Killing him solves nothing and its murder. You executing him only proves that we’re ruthless animals, unable to appropriately asset a situation and find an alternative!” His words were blunt, and rather incompatible with his normally calm demeanor. Truth be told, the Uchiha was never one to needlessly kill, and while it was the easiest route to ending this entire ordeal, it wouldn’t challenge neither of them in any way. “I mean look at him. He knew he was going to die, he was ready. You’re simply giving him what he wants. A way out of this suffering!” Once again the Hokage saw through this façade and his sharingan wasn’t even needed to do so. The bomber was a smart one and feared not death, but continued life to fully serve his condemnation.