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Mission: Convince a man to give up his friend (B)
Sillad waved his hand and the ice around the man he had caught in the ice prison collapsed, leaving him trembling from the cold. It was a pathetic sight, but Sillad had to change tactics if he wanted to gain any info from his target. If torture wouldn't work, then what would? He searched through his bag and found a blanket that he tossed at the shivering man. "Put this on. I don't want you freezing to death just yet." he said with a soft tone. The captive hold on to the cloth for dear life, wrapping it around his body whilst trying to normalize his breathing. "You are not running away are you?" asked Sillad as he sat on his frozen throne. The man shook his head no.
"Good. You did well to keep quiet so far. But tell me - do you really think Adam is the friend you remember?" he asked, sparking interest in the man. He could see it in his eyes.
"What are you talking about? Adam saved my life more times than I can count." he replied, rather angrily.
"Did he now? Sillad leaned forward. "But do you know what he did to me?" a slight anger could be heard in his voice, as the man shook his head no. "You wouldn't believe me anyway. I am the villain in your story, and Adam's the hero."
The man kept silent, for what Sillad said was true. There was nothing he could say to make him believe that his childhood friend was a monster, especially after murdering in cold blood another one of his comrades. Sillad had contemplated playing the good cop with this one, trying to lie and deceive him into believing that his friend was a brutal killer. Maybe throw a genjutsu in there, showing his friend brutally attacking peasants or something. But he could see the defiance in the eyes of the captive, his resolve unshaken. He could lie, torture him all he wanted, but no information was going to be given. But then it struck him. "Yes this could work." Sillad thought.
"You've seen my power, both my ice and my Tenseigan. Do you think with all that, I can take on Adam?" Sillad asked, genuinely.
The man thought for a second. "Adam is the strongest shinobi I've known. I'd say you'd have a hard time." he replied.
That was exactly what Sillad wanted to hear. He rose from the ice throne without haste and looked at the sky above. Clouds thickened above the valley, snow starting to fall, slowly at first. Soon it turned into a blizzard, raging all around. Far below laid a village, full of people, ignorant to the dangers above. Sillad pointed at the peaceful settlement down, alerting the attention of the captive.
(Kyousei Hyouton no Jutsu) Greater Ice Technique
“You see them?” Sillad asked, voice deceptively calm. "Children playing catch with a ball. Women hanging cloths on lines. Men arguing about stuff. They cannot fight what I can bring. And now, only you can stop this."
The captive’s eyes darted to the lights far beneath. His face showed loyalty, but at the same time guilt, as if he had already killed the people in the village. “Adam is strong,” Sillad continued. “Perhaps one day, when we meet, I will face his side of the sword. Perhaps he could survive me. But none of that saves the people below when I let the storm loose. Those faces owe you nothing. Do you want them to die, all because you thought I might be strong enough to kill your precious friend? Only you can be the one to stop me - by telling me where he hides.”
The captive’s hands gripped tight the blanket, anger filling him, tears dripping down his cheeks. He stood silent, wrestling with loyalty. Outside, the sky gathered its threat, the storm turning more and more violent.
Sillad stepped closer until his shadow fell across the man’s knees. “What’s it gonna be?” he asked, “Certain doom for the villagers, or a fight between me and Adam, where he might die?”
“Stop!” he cried, stumbling backward as if distance could throw off the question. He was tired, emotionally, the last bit of defiance had left him. “He’s in the outer lands, to the east,” the man said, crying. "That's all I know."
Sillad nodded, his face stone cold. He could tell the man was telling the truth. With a wave of his arm, the storm died down, the thread no longer lingering over the village. He turned around and walked away, as if this had never happened, leaving the man surprised for being left alive, pondering weather he made the right choice today.
End of Mission.
Sillad waved his hand and the ice around the man he had caught in the ice prison collapsed, leaving him trembling from the cold. It was a pathetic sight, but Sillad had to change tactics if he wanted to gain any info from his target. If torture wouldn't work, then what would? He searched through his bag and found a blanket that he tossed at the shivering man. "Put this on. I don't want you freezing to death just yet." he said with a soft tone. The captive hold on to the cloth for dear life, wrapping it around his body whilst trying to normalize his breathing. "You are not running away are you?" asked Sillad as he sat on his frozen throne. The man shook his head no.
"Good. You did well to keep quiet so far. But tell me - do you really think Adam is the friend you remember?" he asked, sparking interest in the man. He could see it in his eyes.
"What are you talking about? Adam saved my life more times than I can count." he replied, rather angrily.
"Did he now? Sillad leaned forward. "But do you know what he did to me?" a slight anger could be heard in his voice, as the man shook his head no. "You wouldn't believe me anyway. I am the villain in your story, and Adam's the hero."
The man kept silent, for what Sillad said was true. There was nothing he could say to make him believe that his childhood friend was a monster, especially after murdering in cold blood another one of his comrades. Sillad had contemplated playing the good cop with this one, trying to lie and deceive him into believing that his friend was a brutal killer. Maybe throw a genjutsu in there, showing his friend brutally attacking peasants or something. But he could see the defiance in the eyes of the captive, his resolve unshaken. He could lie, torture him all he wanted, but no information was going to be given. But then it struck him. "Yes this could work." Sillad thought.
"You've seen my power, both my ice and my Tenseigan. Do you think with all that, I can take on Adam?" Sillad asked, genuinely.
The man thought for a second. "Adam is the strongest shinobi I've known. I'd say you'd have a hard time." he replied.
That was exactly what Sillad wanted to hear. He rose from the ice throne without haste and looked at the sky above. Clouds thickened above the valley, snow starting to fall, slowly at first. Soon it turned into a blizzard, raging all around. Far below laid a village, full of people, ignorant to the dangers above. Sillad pointed at the peaceful settlement down, alerting the attention of the captive.
(Kyousei Hyouton no Jutsu) Greater Ice Technique
Type: Offensive/Defensive
Rank: A
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 30
Damage: 60
Description: Similar to the original, weaker technique, the Greater Ice technique allows the user to, by making a simple hand seal (Ram) produce walls, pillars, etc of snow or ice. The ice constructs are rather simple in nature but resilient and strong, with the user being able to materialize them anywhere short range (though from that point they can grow up to long range) from him from the moisture in the air. He can, however, use any proportional water source within short-long range of him to produce said constructs. These can also be directed and propelled as projectiles towards targets. In both cases, the size and possible uses are limited only by the users will, chakra and skill. It also allows the user to cool down existing moisture in the high atmosphere to bring down a snow storm, similar to the original technique yet stronger and faster acting. This snow storm will not directly harm anyone but is useful to cover the field in snow rather quickly (2 turns) and to hinder visibility, sense of touch and hearing on anyone caught inside. The user is not immune to these effects though and must spend 15 chakra points per turn to sustain the blizzard, while becoming unable to mold other elements than Water, Wind or Ice.
Rank: A
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 30
Damage: 60
Description: Similar to the original, weaker technique, the Greater Ice technique allows the user to, by making a simple hand seal (Ram) produce walls, pillars, etc of snow or ice. The ice constructs are rather simple in nature but resilient and strong, with the user being able to materialize them anywhere short range (though from that point they can grow up to long range) from him from the moisture in the air. He can, however, use any proportional water source within short-long range of him to produce said constructs. These can also be directed and propelled as projectiles towards targets. In both cases, the size and possible uses are limited only by the users will, chakra and skill. It also allows the user to cool down existing moisture in the high atmosphere to bring down a snow storm, similar to the original technique yet stronger and faster acting. This snow storm will not directly harm anyone but is useful to cover the field in snow rather quickly (2 turns) and to hinder visibility, sense of touch and hearing on anyone caught inside. The user is not immune to these effects though and must spend 15 chakra points per turn to sustain the blizzard, while becoming unable to mold other elements than Water, Wind or Ice.
“You see them?” Sillad asked, voice deceptively calm. "Children playing catch with a ball. Women hanging cloths on lines. Men arguing about stuff. They cannot fight what I can bring. And now, only you can stop this."
The captive’s eyes darted to the lights far beneath. His face showed loyalty, but at the same time guilt, as if he had already killed the people in the village. “Adam is strong,” Sillad continued. “Perhaps one day, when we meet, I will face his side of the sword. Perhaps he could survive me. But none of that saves the people below when I let the storm loose. Those faces owe you nothing. Do you want them to die, all because you thought I might be strong enough to kill your precious friend? Only you can be the one to stop me - by telling me where he hides.”
The captive’s hands gripped tight the blanket, anger filling him, tears dripping down his cheeks. He stood silent, wrestling with loyalty. Outside, the sky gathered its threat, the storm turning more and more violent.
Sillad stepped closer until his shadow fell across the man’s knees. “What’s it gonna be?” he asked, “Certain doom for the villagers, or a fight between me and Adam, where he might die?”
“Stop!” he cried, stumbling backward as if distance could throw off the question. He was tired, emotionally, the last bit of defiance had left him. “He’s in the outer lands, to the east,” the man said, crying. "That's all I know."
Sillad nodded, his face stone cold. He could tell the man was telling the truth. With a wave of his arm, the storm died down, the thread no longer lingering over the village. He turned around and walked away, as if this had never happened, leaving the man surprised for being left alive, pondering weather he made the right choice today.
End of Mission.