Akira skidded across the ground, but used that momentum to rotate his body so that he was rolling: outstretched his limbs to control his body and then jutted his body into the shape of a ball so that he could control it, until he was standing up from the initial attack. Akira was a bit more burnt now, feeling the damage on his arm.
'Hot.' a minute or less of a medical technique and that would be fixed.
But his Scythe was now in the mid point between him and his new enemy friend. Akira would look at (presumably) his, features wrapped underneath all the heavy clothing.
He wanted to use Kokuo's power. But he had promised not to, to keep away from it all: to prove that he didn't need his chakra, that he was a self sufficient shinobi. Akira would perform some handseals much to the chagrin of the shinobi who began performing some himself. But Akira was faster, and the man's response would be immediate as his hands fell, and they were encompassed by his technique.
"Be forgot." Akira whispered. He could only relax momentarily as he'd begin to look around, keeping the ninja in his sight as he began to retrieve his weapon. His stomach hurt, that much was for certain, as was being pelted by boulders: but he was growing more used to the damage from the training he'd been doing. Becoming more durable.
The shadows hadn't stopped moving: but the lighting was returning to normal for the midday as the fires were being put out one by one. Akira picked up his Kusarigama, still very well aware of his surroundings. But Akira began to move toward the shinobi, before he'd gotten within ten meters of the Shinobi in front of him, two more arrived - blocking the direct access to him.
"Back off." One of them warned, and pulled off his hood to reveal a woman. She was old, probably mid fourties.
'Wrong thing to do.' Akira thought to himself as he looked at her features.
"Y'know, the longer you keep that Genjutsu there, the worse off your.. friend will be when you pull him out of it." Akira would muse by, prompting one of them to make a noise as they looked between Akira and their ally.
"Remove it!" The woman shouted, her teeth baring toward Akira, and she pulled out a Katana - pointing it at Akira. The other one tried to use the release technique by punching it into the person's shoulder. It did nothing.
'Not even strong enough to remove the technique. Ha.' Akira would think to himself. So one of them wasn't proficient in Genjutsu, if he had to benchmark it. Then again, few people were.
"If you don't back down, they'll really, really come out in a bad way. I promise." Akira wouldn't quite cross his arms, but his hands were by his sides while his eyes spoke a different story: staring them down quietly and letting them come to their own decision.
The other cloaked one would try again, punching them a few more times with their own chakra to try and release the technique, panic setting in a bit more readily as he could see it in their body language - and the woman seemed a bit more hesitant.
The clock was ticking, and as they took their time to decide, Akira was guessing that the man was now moving into the months, with every second that went, it would grow longer. They apparently weren't as strong as the one in the Genjutsu, and even then, they weren't that strong.
'Strong enough to disregard civilian life.' Akira thought to himself, but they both came to a decision when they both attacked Akira - one slicing diagonally toward Akira, and the other throwing a Kunai: Akira would be able to deflect and parry at the same time, and would punch the woman in the throat with his opposite hand, and then their fight would begin.
He had to keep his concentration for the Genjutsu and yet, also fight the other two Shinobi without other additional help: quite difficult to do the multitasking, and so Akira found himself being cut here and there across the body - light cuts, but being overwhelmed nonetheless.
"Give us the pass to the laboratory!! Give us the key!!" The woman screamed, and the other one screamed at Akira as well.
"Free Ootsuki!!" as the presumed second woman would begin to fire off more projectiles at Akira.
'Laboratory? Key?' Akira thought again, and would fuck up, because the ninja behind them all would falter, shaking his head. But Akira wasn't worried, because they'd all get to see the outcome of the technique Akira never used.
In a laboratory somewhere inside the town, there was a barrier: on that barrier were two seals. Floating mid air, just waiting to be unsealed, just waiting to be activated. Not something that someone wanted to deal with alone, but it brought up so many other questions. Their motivations and desires? To burn down a village to get it?
Interesting.
Magen: Wasure Rareru [Demonic Illusion: To Be Forgotten]
RANK: S
CHAKRA USAGE: Very High (Medium Drain)
CLASSIFICATION: Genjutsu
ELEMENT: N/a
DESCRIPTION:
Thought to be one of the most devastating of the demonic illusion series of techniques, upon being caught in the technique (via a held handseal and eye contact or for sole specialist the audio cue "be forgotten") this particular genjutsu causes the target(s) to become chained upon a stone wall in a shallow cave structure; nothing but the rocks around them, a small drip from a single stalactite next to a tiny crack letting in a single ray of sunlight. The only noise to be heard other than the sound of chains on rock is the steady dripping of the water hitting the wet stone floor beneath it.
This technique attempts to trick the opponent's sense of time by speeding up the world around them. It starts off slowly with the first fifteen seconds or so seeming normal, then it changes to make the world play out events as if one second were one minute, then a hour per second, days per second, weeks, months, years. . .
This is done through the three major features in the room. The dripping water, the ray of sunlight and the prisoner's actions. As time seems to speed up the drips of water come down faster an faster. What was only a single drip in the fifteen second span quickly become a torrent of drips until it almost looks like a solid stream, but maintains the sound of each individual drip overlapped one another. The ray of light, what some might see as the only proof of an outside world goes from a bright morning shaft of illumination in the darkness to near strobe light flickering to mimic the passing of time.
The final, and perhaps most unsettling for some individuals caught within the technique is the perceived speed of their motions. As time advances at a seemingly more rapid pace, any chained to the stone will see, hear and feel their chests heaving faster and faster as the mere act of their breathing was condensed into shorter and shorter cycles. Any intended movement they tried to make would be seemingly instant, but their muscles constantly feeling a state of soreness; either feeling as if it were sore from not moving for so long or feeling as if they'd been straining against their chains for an unbelievable amount of time depending on their reaction to the genjutsu.
While truly affecting someone's internal clock is impossible with standard genjutsu, the technique instead turns that into a strength to make the target(s) even more unsure of what is real. While for them it might seem as only two or three minutes have gone by, the environment around them quickly shows the ravages of time as if years, decades or even centuries seem to slip by, as the stalactite grows longer and slowly forms a stalagmite below it, as rust creeps along the chains and even the floor begins to show wear from the target's feet moving across its surface.
While it take a long time for the agony of the technique to truly set in, it taps into one of the most basic and primitive fears human beings have, which is the fear to be truly alone. . . to be forgotten to the passage of time.
Needless to say this can cause quite a bit of mental trauma if held for long enough. At the least it would be prove difficult for people without extreme willpower to shake the feeling of isolation and helplessness towards the situation they were in, making it unlikely most shinobi could immediately rejoin a fight. At it's worse though it has the potential to end a shinobi's career should it cause the target to become monophobic. As such a phobia would make many missions all, but impossible.
