nue masahiko
it is what it is.
groupSnow Shinobi
age 24 years old
birthday april 1
rank sp. jounin
occupation team one leader
FEAR IS THE MIND-KILLER Don’t cry. The words were simple, plainly delivered, and Masahiko had neither the ear nor the training required to detect the resonant tones of chakra within the soundwaves, but he tried to brace himself regardless; to no avail. Almost absentmindedly he lifted a hand to rub at his irritated eyes, as if there was just a stray eyelash that he could get out with a minute amount of effort; but as the seconds ticked by, the sensation only grew worse and worse—until, abruptly, it ended. If he hadn’t known it was a genjutsu, he might never have suspected, the effect was so subtle; yet, incredibly irritating. And this was the least of what the Demonic Illusion tree could do.
"Thank you, sir,” Masahiko said, politely dabbing at his watering eyes with the hem of his sleeve. "That should be extremely helpful.”
Dai Ri navigated the corridors of the prison with an ease that only he could truly possess. Masahiko had spent no small amount of time within this prison himself, but he required guidance and navigation even still, with hallways as puzzling and twisted as these.
When they stopped, Masahiko took a moment to pause, center himself. He took a breath, and then he nodded.
"Yes, sir,” he said. "Thank you.”
He turned to face the bars of the cell fully, folding his arms to tuck his hands within the wide hems of his sleeves. The prisoner within was awake, it seemed, though they seemed staunchly set on ignoring the Warden and his companion; which was fine. Based on the parameters of the jutsu, he didn’t think he would have to command the prisoner’s attention in order for it to work; they just had to hear him.
Focus. Chakra molded into a fine, thin layer at the back of his throat, and he brought it up and forward slowly: a similar start to how he molded chakra for Shihouhapou, preparing it to coat his mouth and lace through his words. It was a vastly different effect, however; translating an auditory trigger into an auditory illusion was a simple affair. An auditory trigger causing a touch illusion would be more difficult to force to take hold in the prisoner’s mind.
"Don’t cry,” Masahiko said, cool and even in tone. His delivery was adequate; chakra flowed through his words, his volume was accurate, his pronunciation precise. Ultimately, however: it wouldn’t take.
Masahiko frowned, his tongue poking out from between his teeth as he considered the issue at hand. Had he targeted the incorrect portion of the cerebral system? Or was he just approaching this the wrong way entirely? Uncertain, he glanced sidelong at Dai Ri, hoping that his mentor would be able to enlighten him.
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