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Did he really just say what I thought he did? Could my ears have deceived me and placed false words into my consciousness with the coldhearted intent of mistrusting myself? No, this wasn’t the assumption I favored, nor was it anywhere near the truth. I looked on with expressionless, still eyes as the man continued on about how it was the obligation of a Shinobi to kill. This in itself was imprudent and while withholding my tongue and abandoning this conversation in whole seemed the most tolerable in regards to returning to the matter had hand, I couldn’t restrain my thoughts and soon they would run rampant.

“You’re truly ignorant. It was never the duty of a Shinobi to kill—you have your occasion mixed up with a murderer. As Shinobi, and Shinobi’s of the Hidden Leaf, we’re meant to protect the walls of our homes and our allies. While death can’t be completely avoided in our field of expertise, it should never be our first option. Since you don’t seem to understand this, it’s rather obvious why you didn’t become Ho---.”

His words, while once blunt, and directed with the intention of piercing the iron skin of the snake proverbial soon faded at the mention of the prisoner’s condition. The grim reaper had surfaced and upon his retreat, kidnapped Shinoshi and drug him down into the depths of hell—the conniver in aid being Kagehebi Makoto. This itself forced the Uchiha’s heart to drop as his body burned with the same sweltering flames that his hands produced on the battlefield. His alignment with Katon emerging in his posture as his hands clenched forcefully driving his fingers deep into his palms.

A moment of silence flooded the air around the Uchiha as his colleague fled to the scene, seemingly at ease with what he had implicated into reality. Passing by, the Medics marched out as well hosting the bagged body of the deceased collaborator. Notifying the Anbu to quickly canvas the great Hokage mountain to completely rid it of all venomous explosives, their day was done. Nonetheless Ryūsuke was far from content with the results. This was nothing more than a mission failure in his eyes.

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.

“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.

(“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.”