"We define the boundaries of reality; they don't define us."
Far fetched as it might seem now, the words held a form of truth at this point. He had been going over it in his mind, trying to find out in which manual the words belonged, but he came out blank in the end..
Many hours had passed since Yoshihisa had made the mistake to let his fate depend on a weak sculpture of mud, clinging to the knowledge that clones weren't as easily corruptible by the changes in reality. But despite this, here he was, trapped with he didn't know how many people. The report had been vague at best, and he was well aware that the small cabin wasn't capable of holding as many people as he was currently looking at. Part of the Genjutsu, he was sure of it. Or was he now? Because no matter how many times he was telling it so himself, he hadn't been capable of releasing himself from the illusion to help out the client.
As the shadows from the walls crept up to him, he started to wonder how it had been possible for any client to go as far as to even make the request to be freed from the Genjutsu in the first place. While harmless, the "dream" -Even that he wasn't sure about anymore, he might just be awake right now- was indeed a way with great potential to cause an inconvenience for the client, one Takasaki Nomai. Once more forming the seals with the hopes of breaking the illusion, Yoshihisa looked at the ceiling before getting the confirmation he was still trapped in this place. He figured: The walls and ceiling alike had been changing ever since he had come here, once ever so often producing the sound of a glass object being shattered. Before it had made him cringe, more determined to make his escape and admitting his failure back at the embassy. Now, it was just a hollow noise to him, causing his head to be tormented by a dull pounding sensation.
"Great, another headache.."
Indeed, it hadn't been the first, and was aware it wouldn't be the last either. Both statements were made by whatever remained of the Shinobi's sense of reality and common sense, but in reality he wasn't even able to recall most of it much later. He wasn't even entirely sure how long he had been here, so if another headache could have occurred was knowledge unknown to him. The fact remained that ever since he had entered the building, a haze had taken the reins of his mind and hadn't been letting its guard down ever since. And now here he was, still trapped inside this place by a Genjutsu of unknown capability and cast upon by an unknown assailant. Obviously must be some reason for this person to pick this house above all others, so Yoshihisa wasn't completely in the dark from the beginning: He had taken along a pair of documents containing all the history the village could possibly produce about the owner and the history of his residence. Luckily for him, the Genjutsu, if any didn't seem to bother too much with affecting any inanimate objects aside from the house itself, leaving an opening to be exploited. That is, if he could get him thoughts together..
Inducing fear, that was the description behind it. And as odd as it might seem to an outsider, there was a chill running down his spine at the thought of being helpless, being unable to live up to the expectations not only he had set for himself, but others as well. Failure, even more so now he was finally traveling at the pace he had hoped, wasn't something that was to be tolerated. Not now, not.. ever..
"Not ever.. No. No simple Genjutsu will be keeping me here forever!"
The mouths inside his hands let out an high pitched giggle, seemingly agreeing with Yoshihisa for a moment before he realized what had happened: He was standing inside the room like before, but there were no traces of the previous nightmarish scene where it had left him. Or, now he looked at it closer, he could! There was wafts of smoke forming trails around the room, trying to shape another illusion for the boy, but unlike before it didn't seem to affect him at all. It was like he could just look past them, to see what was really going on. As he got in position in the middle of the room, forming the seals, he couldn't help but smile at this small, but hard earned victory. It wouldn't be until later that he would find out that the power of the Toujigikou had finally taken root in his eyes. And despite his mixed feelings about his inheritance, he would indeed look at it like a true victory.
"Release!"
[MFT]
Far fetched as it might seem now, the words held a form of truth at this point. He had been going over it in his mind, trying to find out in which manual the words belonged, but he came out blank in the end..
Many hours had passed since Yoshihisa had made the mistake to let his fate depend on a weak sculpture of mud, clinging to the knowledge that clones weren't as easily corruptible by the changes in reality. But despite this, here he was, trapped with he didn't know how many people. The report had been vague at best, and he was well aware that the small cabin wasn't capable of holding as many people as he was currently looking at. Part of the Genjutsu, he was sure of it. Or was he now? Because no matter how many times he was telling it so himself, he hadn't been capable of releasing himself from the illusion to help out the client.
As the shadows from the walls crept up to him, he started to wonder how it had been possible for any client to go as far as to even make the request to be freed from the Genjutsu in the first place. While harmless, the "dream" -Even that he wasn't sure about anymore, he might just be awake right now- was indeed a way with great potential to cause an inconvenience for the client, one Takasaki Nomai. Once more forming the seals with the hopes of breaking the illusion, Yoshihisa looked at the ceiling before getting the confirmation he was still trapped in this place. He figured: The walls and ceiling alike had been changing ever since he had come here, once ever so often producing the sound of a glass object being shattered. Before it had made him cringe, more determined to make his escape and admitting his failure back at the embassy. Now, it was just a hollow noise to him, causing his head to be tormented by a dull pounding sensation.
"Great, another headache.."
Indeed, it hadn't been the first, and was aware it wouldn't be the last either. Both statements were made by whatever remained of the Shinobi's sense of reality and common sense, but in reality he wasn't even able to recall most of it much later. He wasn't even entirely sure how long he had been here, so if another headache could have occurred was knowledge unknown to him. The fact remained that ever since he had entered the building, a haze had taken the reins of his mind and hadn't been letting its guard down ever since. And now here he was, still trapped inside this place by a Genjutsu of unknown capability and cast upon by an unknown assailant. Obviously must be some reason for this person to pick this house above all others, so Yoshihisa wasn't completely in the dark from the beginning: He had taken along a pair of documents containing all the history the village could possibly produce about the owner and the history of his residence. Luckily for him, the Genjutsu, if any didn't seem to bother too much with affecting any inanimate objects aside from the house itself, leaving an opening to be exploited. That is, if he could get him thoughts together..
Inducing fear, that was the description behind it. And as odd as it might seem to an outsider, there was a chill running down his spine at the thought of being helpless, being unable to live up to the expectations not only he had set for himself, but others as well. Failure, even more so now he was finally traveling at the pace he had hoped, wasn't something that was to be tolerated. Not now, not.. ever..
"Not ever.. No. No simple Genjutsu will be keeping me here forever!"
The mouths inside his hands let out an high pitched giggle, seemingly agreeing with Yoshihisa for a moment before he realized what had happened: He was standing inside the room like before, but there were no traces of the previous nightmarish scene where it had left him. Or, now he looked at it closer, he could! There was wafts of smoke forming trails around the room, trying to shape another illusion for the boy, but unlike before it didn't seem to affect him at all. It was like he could just look past them, to see what was really going on. As he got in position in the middle of the room, forming the seals, he couldn't help but smile at this small, but hard earned victory. It wouldn't be until later that he would find out that the power of the Toujigikou had finally taken root in his eyes. And despite his mixed feelings about his inheritance, he would indeed look at it like a true victory.
"Release!"
[MFT]