The prison grounds of Kumogakure were its own country in societal standards. Those who remained on the prison fairgrounds had their own clans and gangs they stayed close to. Uchiha only, Hyuuga only, even standards of race was a defining factor of who one person could congregate with. Within these groups their own rules had been made to keep each other safe and others at a distance. Even if the prison had its own set of rules the groups were liable to work with them and continue to play a role in the society Kumo had built beneath the dirt.
Those above lived a life of luxury compared to the scoundrels that loomed with the Underprison. All within it had done horrendous deeds worthy of being hanged until dead or their heads placed on pikes at the gates. If only Kumo were more barbaric. A range from taxation and treason to cold blooded murder and those who attempted to go missing. These animals were locked in solitary until they paid for their crimes or the sweet release of death took them. No matter the race, clan lineage, or if you were an abomination, all needs to detain, restrain and lock away would be met. Give or take anything humane. One special instance was the capture of a rogue ninja who threatened Kumogakure’s way of life.
Suspended in the air one girl hovered aimlessly. The bindings and restraints that encased her entire form had been infused with a suppressive seal that negated the use of chakra. On their head a metallic helmet had been placed to cover their features and reduced the usage of genjutsu, but still had the to talk. A luxury for the prisoner, even though they slaughtered the Sennin's subordinates.
The passage of light filled the elevator every so often as the Sennin and two other captains made their way down the maximum security. Mirō had a few days to recollect her thoughts. Gather the questions she wanted to ask the prisoner and process what could come in the future. Yet she hadn’t shook the feeling of a sudden disappearance of chakra within the hollow. Her time had been booked to the point of delayed sleep.
The time for thought had come to an end when the elevator slid gracelly to a halt and the doors opened. Before the crew was a shiny reinforced metal hallway and each time the Sennin drew closer to a door the operators opened it to keep her from waiting. Eventually she had come to the last door which required authorization. The Sennin leaned in so a sensor had clear view to scan her eyes for confirmation.
Slowly the doors opened to reveal the detainee hovering within the center of the room. Mirō stepped in with her captains behind her. That black cloak around her covered her movements. Within a fair distance she spoke up and out to her prisoner. “I know you’re awake.” She said with a silver lining to her voice. “I am a merciful warden you could say. A terrible trait to have for the job at hand. However, I’m feeling generous.” Her generosity came form the resemblance of pasts the Sennin felt toward the prisoner. “Explain to us your intentions. Why did you come to Kumogakure? Who sent you? Who do you work for? What was your motive?” Mirō paused for a moment. “If you want to see your pet again, a bit of cooperation would go a long way.”
Those above lived a life of luxury compared to the scoundrels that loomed with the Underprison. All within it had done horrendous deeds worthy of being hanged until dead or their heads placed on pikes at the gates. If only Kumo were more barbaric. A range from taxation and treason to cold blooded murder and those who attempted to go missing. These animals were locked in solitary until they paid for their crimes or the sweet release of death took them. No matter the race, clan lineage, or if you were an abomination, all needs to detain, restrain and lock away would be met. Give or take anything humane. One special instance was the capture of a rogue ninja who threatened Kumogakure’s way of life.
Suspended in the air one girl hovered aimlessly. The bindings and restraints that encased her entire form had been infused with a suppressive seal that negated the use of chakra. On their head a metallic helmet had been placed to cover their features and reduced the usage of genjutsu, but still had the to talk. A luxury for the prisoner, even though they slaughtered the Sennin's subordinates.
The passage of light filled the elevator every so often as the Sennin and two other captains made their way down the maximum security. Mirō had a few days to recollect her thoughts. Gather the questions she wanted to ask the prisoner and process what could come in the future. Yet she hadn’t shook the feeling of a sudden disappearance of chakra within the hollow. Her time had been booked to the point of delayed sleep.
The time for thought had come to an end when the elevator slid gracelly to a halt and the doors opened. Before the crew was a shiny reinforced metal hallway and each time the Sennin drew closer to a door the operators opened it to keep her from waiting. Eventually she had come to the last door which required authorization. The Sennin leaned in so a sensor had clear view to scan her eyes for confirmation.
Slowly the doors opened to reveal the detainee hovering within the center of the room. Mirō stepped in with her captains behind her. That black cloak around her covered her movements. Within a fair distance she spoke up and out to her prisoner. “I know you’re awake.” She said with a silver lining to her voice. “I am a merciful warden you could say. A terrible trait to have for the job at hand. However, I’m feeling generous.” Her generosity came form the resemblance of pasts the Sennin felt toward the prisoner. “Explain to us your intentions. Why did you come to Kumogakure? Who sent you? Who do you work for? What was your motive?” Mirō paused for a moment. “If you want to see your pet again, a bit of cooperation would go a long way.”
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