[Himishi Suzume]

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She counts as informed, latching onto the situation with great attention. At the question posed, she merely shakes her head. Whether or not the man heard her, she may never know. After all, she had been careful not to let herself get found, and there'd be no reason for him to not simply run whilst she was still alone without backup. Attempting to hide in a house while allowing them the chance to group up was like trapping himself in a cage for the slaughter.[break][break]

Either that, or he had a couple of nasty tricks up his sleeves.[break][break]

The former course of action suggested sounds far more appealing than the latter. After all, whoever wound up opening the door whilst the man's attention was still on it was bound to be the first to deal with any retaliation. From the little bit of time she's been allowed to observe the man, she reckons that his build will lend him quite the advantage in a physical altercation.[break][break]

Not only that, but there's a small, nagging voice in the back of her mind that is certain that no matter how important this mission may be, she may just wind up freezing if he so much as rushes at her.[break][break]

One hand fluttering towards her waist, she rests her other palm upon her chest, then gestures and takes a slight step towards the window.

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A BROKEN THING

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Mission: A Trail of Dust

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[Suzuki Tsubasa]

The fact their target might not have detected either of them meant one of two things. Either the man was in the house waiting for someone else, or the simple fact that they’d been asking questions had made him cautious. If it was the latter there was a high chance the man was going to be difficult to interrogate, or at least overly cautious with his words. For a moment Tsubasa wanted to abandon her suggestion as she registered these facts. If he was waiting for someone they had a chance to catch a pair of conspirators. On the other hand, if he was just waiting and going to flee out one of the windows out the back if they didn’t follow Suzume’s lack of ability to communicate could cause the pair trouble.

I can’t risk her like that

When Suzume indicated her desired position Tsubasa nodded and closed her eyes. If the two were going to risk a confrontation she needed to be mentally ready, even if the entire situation terrified her right now. The teen was a role model now, for some reason, she had to do her best. As the other girl moved to the window Tsubasa approached the building. She pulled her staff out and extended it with barely a hiss, before sending a moderate amount of chakra into the thing and focusing her effort to make the appropriately sized doton construct form at the far end. There would be no chance to do so inside a building and she wanted the comforting weight of the hammer in hand before she opened the door.

The front door made the lightest of creaks as she entered the building, the hallway revealed behind it lit from one side through an opening to another room. That wasn’t her target location, the lack of closed door confirmed that, so she slowly moved in deeper. The back half of the hall was darker than the front, but she was able to make out a door well enough at approximately the right location. Still trying to be as quiet as possible, Tsubasa reached for the doorhandle. She turned it slowly, until she felt the mechanism give, then threw the door open and quickly brought her weapon up in front of her in an upwards swing in case the man rushed her.

"O-official village business, stay where you are!”

She didn’t want to fight, but she would if she had to.

[Himishi Suzume]

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Even a broken-winged sparrow wishes to someday fly. If not because she yearns to leave her golden cage, then because she has made a promise with an undying star. For that very reason alone, she must steel her will and sharpen her talons, all beneath the watchful eyes of vultures.[break][break]

Quiet steps, light breath. Soft, softer than ever as if she were the very air she breathes. All as she blends with the gentle vines that attempt to grasp and grow upon the walls of this house. There is movement within the house, the creak of doors paired with Tsubasa's warning. Mixing ever so gradually with the growing shuffle of fabric, then scrambling footsteps getting closer to the window.[break][break]

One foot begins to breach the window.[break][break]

A hand tugging at her side pouch, a finger to pull the pin as the metallic staff unfurls. Graced with the song of metal until it clicks, she takes a step to steady herself as she swings, straight upwards as if drawing a barrier to block his path of escape. And it strikes him true in the chin, the man thrown slightly off balance as his body is forced to lean backwards into the room.[break][break]

Though her hands tremble at the first strike, her mind screams for her to follow up. So she closes her eyes, guiding her staff back around and into his chest, just to try and knock him back into the room.

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Mission: A Trail of Dust

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[Suzuki Tsubasa]

There was no rush, there was no attack. There was simply a scared man loudly scrambling away from a teenage girl, desperately trying to climb out a window. With an emphasis on trying. Despite Suzume’s seemingly fragile appearance she was a shinobi, and that meant she was probably stronger than your average civilian even at her young age. The man was trying to force his way through the space while something was pushing back at him. Tsubasa simply shrugged, walked up behind their target, and grabbed him by the collar. With what felt like a rather light tug the man fell backwards, arms flailing before he landed on his back.

"W-why are you running? You know if we ask questions you have to answer them…” All that mental energy that went into preparing for the worst evaporated all at once, Tsubasa’s nerves returning to her words. Her stance and physical preparedness didn’t disappear however, even if she came off as uncertain in word, at least she looked like a woman ready to crack some heads. Even if it was mostly a bluff.

"W-what do you mean!? I don’t know anything about the prospector so… let me go!”

The man was panicking now that he’d been caught, maybe explaining why he’d disappeared into the house in the first place. Despite the bluff and bluster shown back at the tavern he clearly wasn’t the hardy miner type he depicted himself as. And he’d already indicated he knew something by bringing up the prospector. "S-suzume why don’t you come on in? I don’t know how long this will take but I t-think we have someone who knows someone here.”

[Himishi Suzume]

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Thankfully, Tsubasa catches onto her drift and tugs the man back into the room. The way he starts to rattle off and deny connections most certainly gives away his involvement. And yet, that also means that he will be adamant in his refusal to give them the answers they require.[break][break]

After all, even if they are shinobi, what he is dealing with is a mute and a nervous-sounding wreck. Both quite young and simplistic in their course of action. Even if the stuttering one seemed rather prepared to smash his skull in, surely that was a bluff and they'd end up backing down before he would.[break][break]

And he is right. There is a certain air to Suzume's presence that makes it seem like she's attempting to shrink away as if she hates everything about this situation. The way she hesitates outside, the way she grips her bo staff close to her chest as she carefully climbs in through the window. All topped off with the way she attempts to shuffle around him and stand off to the side.[break][break]

"Please!" The way he suddenly lunges at her makes her freeze up. "Please believe me! I don't know anything!"[break][break]

Hands that attempt to grasp at her ankles, to grovel at her feet. They evoke a sense of dread like never before, a beast forcefully shaken awake as fear rips into her chest.

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A BROKEN THING

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[Suzuki Tsubasa]

Tsubasa had expected Suzume to go around the house and come in the front door, not climb through the window. The action distracted the teen enough that the man probably could have lashed out or fled, but he seemed to stunned at getting caught to even consider it. It was probably for the best. "W-why don’t you t-tell us what you know?” the silver haired girl asked as she offered Suzume a hand to ensure the other girl didn’t stumble or fall as she entered. Not only would such a scene make them look more unprofessional, but she really did care about her teammate’s safety and comfort. It was the least she could do.

Seeing her teammate so nervous made Tsubasa’s heart ache, but she steeled herself to keep up appearances. The teen gave the man a rather uncharacteristic glare which turned suddenly to surprise and then anger as he threw himself, begging, at Suzume’s feet. "Get off of her!” In hindsight it was probably because he saw the younger girl as the weakest link, she didn’t seem mentally prepared and looked significantly softer and kinder as an individual. But all Tsubasa saw was someone crossing line with someone clearly mentally unprepared for such an action and she lashed out.

Physically Tsubasa didn’t really look like she could hurt someone without her weapon but the kick she delivered to the man’s side forced him to stop grabbing at Suzume and clutch himself in pain. It was hard to tell if she’d broken something or just winded him but his cries of protest decreased into whimpers of pain, the man repeatedly whispering to himself he had no idea as though it were a mantra he had to remind himself.

"J-just tell us what we want to know and we’ll let you on your way, please.” She repeated, clearly shaken after her violent action. "O-or we’ll have to t-take you back to the village and leave you with s-someone who wouldn’t ask as nicely.”

[Himishi Suzume]

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Before, whilst she'd been climbing in, the outstretched hand had been noticed but silently refused. The thought of coming into contact with another made her skin prickle and crawl. But now, as the man is promptly kicked away by Tsubasa, she finds that there may have been comfort in taking a hand that is no longer there.[break][break]

Cracks and whimpers. The man withering as he wallows in self-pity, questioning just why he's being subjected to such cruelty, adamant that he knows nothing of value. And perhaps, he doesn't. Perhaps, he's too low on the rung to actually be allowed to know things. Perhaps, he'd been kept in the dark because others thought he'd be caught and wind up in this exact scenario.[break][break]

"Please... Don't take me to the village!" Desperation as he listens to Tsubasa's threats. As if he can already imagine the pain he feels now to be nothing compared to the pain she promises in the future. "I really - Please, little lady!"[break][break]

Another attempt to reach out to her, to garner sympathy.[break][break]

"I know nothing..." He sobs but this time, keeps his hands to himself. And for a moment, the young sparrow can't help but feel for the sorry state he is in.[break][break]

There are no doubt tricks up his sleeve, escape plans that he must be trying to run through his mind even through the haze of panic. And yet, Suzume takes the first step to interrupt those trains of thought, letting out a low, shaky breath as she gently kneels down before him.[break][break]

"Little lady, I-"[break][break]

A finger gently placed upon his lip. Silence bearing down upon her skin with a warm, wet breath. He is broken, mind in disarray as he latches onto anything that might convince him of his survival. A quiet nod to reassure him that she believes him, relief trickling back into his gaze as he gazes into those striking ruby eyes.[break][break]

Entranced as he slowly sinks with the gentle violet hues that begin to swirl in her eyes.[break][break]

For her sake. The sparrow falls silent after him, caught in a trance as she begins to flit and flutter through a forest of memories. Names, faces, landmarks in whatever little environment she is shown. Details painstakingly refined and plucked as more and more memories surface from the pressure he'd been feeling all this time.[break][break]

Rumours of the mine echoing in her ears, laughter as a deal is struck for him to approach the prospector over several days. And for a second, she spots the missing person himself, drunkenly led away by someone else that this man is barely acquainted with.[break][break]

He really hadn't been lying about not knowing. He had been a proxy from the very start, kept in the dark and silenced with promises of profit as long as he avoided arrest. And if he were to ever be caught, they could simply lop him off like a withered branch before the rot set into their plans.[break][break]

Still, there are others present in this version of events that they can look into. And with that, she gingerly peels herself from his mind and breaks free from her trance, eyes shutting tight as she cradles her own head.

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Mission: A Trail of Dust[break][break]

Nagori Ijō [Memory Transfer][break]

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Through the gaze of the Tomokenzangan and the weakened or willing mental state of their ocular target, the user can share memories between their minds. They can copy the memories of their target for their own use, or display their own memories to the target for whatever purpose they so desire in sharing such information.[break][break]

This can technically allow the user to steal away the understanding of the fundamentals of a target's technique so that they may learn it themselves, though this does not allow its instantaneous use. The technique can also not alter or change memories of either party, only display or copy them. While this technique is active, both individuals are in a trance like state, leaving them vulnerable to attack.

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[Suzuki Tsubasa]

Tsubasa had not expected Suzume to approach the man at all. The way the younger girl seemed to freeze up at the initial approach suggested she didn’t want to be near him, yet now she seemed to be taking charge. Was it a new burst of bravery on Suzume’s part or was Tsubasa just being overly protective of the younger girl? All that she could do was watch over the situation for now, trust in her teammate and hope she knew what she was doing.

After their first meeting Tsubasa had looked into the Himishi clan to try and get something of an idea of what they were capable of. All she had in her older notebooks was that they were an important and old clan, while her new research revealed they were really good at noticing things. Maybe Suzume had seen something really obvious she’d missed? Something she had to get in close to see? There was nothing she could really do but wait and see what her mute companion did so Tsubasa sat back and watch, not that her position actually let her see anything.

When her younger teammate was done with whatever that was Tsubasa once again offered a hand to help her up. Poor Suzume didn’t look like she was having a good time at all but the older girl wasn’t even sure what was going on. The man seemed to have calmed down at least, though Tsubasa was still clearly threatening him with her hammer just to be safe while she checked on her teammate.

"E-everything okay? D-did I miss something?” Uncertainty rather than nervousness tainted her voice this time, a small return to the conviction that everyone around her was somehow magically more capable than she’d ever be. After all, at this stage there was nothing Tsubasa could do her other than stand guard over their potential prisoner and hope Suzume was able to explain things clearly with her writing.

[Himishi Suzume]

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A shaky exhale. Her nerves bubble so wildly that a sudden wave of nausea makes her gag. Diving into another's memories, tainting her being with fragments that don't belong to her. Her head pounds as if she were hit over the head by a sledgehammer, her body feeling slightly feverish as she takes Tsubasa's hand and stumbles back to her feet.[break][break]

Despite how unstable she feels, she offers a nod to the other girl as if doing so might make all these sensations fade away. Other than that, she must write. Writing is the only way that Tsubasa will understand what she has found out. And yet, she is able to do little more than stagger over to a safe corner and clumsily sit herself down.[break][break]

Ruby eyes barely hold a hint of the violet they'd briefly possessed. One hand fumbling through her side pouch, the way her fingers brush against a hidden scroll brings a faint sense of comfort. Encourages her to pull a piece of paper out and gingerly attempt to scribble it all down, but there isn't much she can write beyond the struggles of spelling names by phonetics and vague descriptions of locations.[break][break]

Surely, taking time to draw what she's seen will help. It'd probably be even better if she simply transferred these memories over to Tsubasa herself. And yet, the voices in her head whisper and wail, all insistent on her inability to do it once more.

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[Suzuki Tsubasa]

Her teammate looked and acted sick as she got up, clearly experiencing something that made her very uncomfortable. Tsubasa could only guess at what was going on and hoped it wasn’t actually some sort of ability that caused physical illness after use. The last person she’d met that was willing to try and push their body with such a technique had really worried her even as she came to accept the decision.

"Hay, its okay to stop and breath.” Tsubasa’s words were soft, as though she were trying to hide even from the man that seemed to fade into the background of the room. He seemed to sit there in shock, unmoving and quiet, though she continued to watch him just in case. Everything about this situation still had the teen on edge but Suzume seemed to be figuring something out. The younger girl had her papers and was writing, though Tsubasa didn’t approach to investigate until she were ready to share.

"If you have something, stick to the basics. We’ll have time for specifics later.” The silver haired girl spoke up after she noticed the slight hesitation in the other girl’s actions while working. If they could leave the man and return to their sensei the situation might be calm enough to let them both breath and properly have a ‘conversation’ about what was what. Tsubasa didn’t want to keep the younger girl in the current situation any longer, just in case it was contributing to her discomfort.

[Himishi Suzume]

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Understood.[break][break]

Basics. What would one consider basics at a time like this? How they should handle the suspect?[break][break]

We can't just leave him. The first proper thought she forms and writes down. He isn't directly responsible for the disappearance, but it would be problematic if the others realised we were onto them.[break][break]

Though she writes all this, what exactly does she mean by it? Her gaze, frail and uncertain, rests upon the dazed man, still caught within the forceful resurgence of memories. Unlike those who have had years to refine and perfect their control over this cursed blood line, Suzume does not have possess the ability to manipulate his memories as she pleases. Nor does she wish to use this damned power any more than she already has.[break][break]

Not on someone that will only continue to poison her with the sickening true nature of man.[break][break]

Eyes closed once more, the sight of the pitiful man slowly erased from her vision. Hand gently covering her lips, she takes a deep breath and a moment to suppress the rocking sensation in the pit of her stomach. Then, without opening her eyes, she manages to etch out one more question.[break][break]

Do we have to get rid of him?

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[Suzuki Tsubasa]

Suzume seemed to latch onto her instructions, quickly writing out relevant information for Tsubasa to also act on. The older girl had to admit she’d hoped to have been able to let the man go, but if he was a risk to their information there wasn’t much choice in the matter. Upon reading the final line of her teammate’s note she would shake her head. "W-we don’t need to take him to the interrogators.” She said firmly, to which there was a clear whimper of relief, "B-but he is going to have to come to the village with us.”

The whimpers redoubled at that, only to calm down again when Tsubasa glared at the man. The poor girl didn’t even look that intimidating but apparently everything that had happened since they’d met gave him a negative impression of her. Hopefully it meant he’d be good if she stayed around. "I d-don’t want to harm someone who was tricked like that. H-how can anyone learn if they die for making a mistake on who to trust?”

Tsubasa focused on the man as she said this and hoped he understood. He seemed to have given up entirely however and just continued to whimper to himself, legs pulled up to his chest and he stared at his feet like a chastised child. "W-why don’t you head back and get Tetsuo-sensei? I-if you really have the information we need then it’s probably the safest place for him right now. Whoever hired him might not realise we’ve got him if we don’t take him back there and we can head back right away.”

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Tricked? Not quite. This man knew exactly what he was doing and what he was going to get out of it. He just didn't know what kind of circles he was associating with and what kinds of troubles he was inviting to his doorstep. Though her stomach churns at remembering everything he's seen, said and heard, it does not spur her to refute Tsubasa's claims.

Judgement will come at the hands of others, after they submit their full report on the mission.

Given that the older genin seems to have a firm grasp on the man, she finds no reason to refuse and 'stick around for her safety' or the like. Getting their sensei most certainly seems like the right course of action, so she will simply nod, taking a moment to steady her breathing before slowly clambering back to her feet.

Swaying steps to skirt around the man, towards and out the door. It'll be fine. She'll be fine. All things considered, catching this man and learning this much information means that their mission should be considered a relative success. But before she steps through the door, she turns back, her gaze lingering on Tsubasa for a moment before she attempts to write something else.[break][break]

If Tetsuo-sensei asks, could you tell him that you were the one that convinced this man to talk?

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[Suzuki Tsubasa]

Without the insight that Suzume had Tsubasa’s view was clouded by her own innocent positivity. Still, the end result was them taking the culprit into Iwagakure and a report on what had happened so they’d clearly met the requirements of the mission. Even if all they had was a general direction to point any future investigations in. When her teammate gave her a nod Tsubasa returned it, not wanting to give the man she was going to guard any chance to hear anything further.

The silver haired girl watched her teammate calm herself and move through the room, clearly in an attempt to avoid the man, but pause at the doorway before leaving. Tsubasa looked on quizzically as Suzume wrote out a quick message for her, only to relax a little and give her a smile of encouragement. "Sure, I can do that. But when we get back we’ll need to work on the official report together, just to make sure we’ve got everything important down, okay?”

Once Suzume was gone Tsubasa turned all her attention to the man on the floor, watching him for any movement or attempt to escape. Considering the constant whimpering and fear it was clear he’d given up but she was going to take her guard position seriously and make sure he stayed where he was.