Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Reflection of Oneself ❯ Recourse ( Chapter 25 )

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The Reflection of Oneself

Chapter 25: Recourse

Understanding.

Have you ever felt like no one understands you? Of course you have. At various points of our lives we will inevitably reach a fork in the road of life that leaves us feeling lost. Once we reach that point, we either flounder about till madness come, or we meet up with someone at the crossroads. They might walk right on by, but there is a chance that they just might stop and ask you for directions.

So sit back and listen to the stories of another. If you do, then yours will be listened to in return. And if you're feeling lost and misunderstood, do not worry - there is always someone who can empathise with you.

High above in the midnight sky, millions of stars twinkled brightly in chorus, bathing the world below with their radiant beauty. It was a sight to behold as the tranquil stillness bestowed a clam upon those looking heavenward, who longing to share in the same kind of freedom that only the stars could know.

Sasuke sighed.

He wished nothing more than for the stars above him to be real and not the cheap the glow-in-dark stickers that Nanikato had pasted to the ceiling the last time he had visited. It wasn't often that the blond could visit, seeing as his genin team was constantly busy with taking care of the same menial and mundane D-rank missions that he had suffered through when he was their age.

It was odd though, seeing the boy now. Only about a month and a half had passed since his imprisonment, but Nanikato had changed dramatically. He seemed… freer. Perhaps it was because he had the chance to interact with children his `age' or maybe it was because he learned things about Naruto that he was never able to tell. Either way, the boy that he had raised had matured in various different ways. There was a childish glimmer in his blue eyes that had been sorely lacking. He spoke more freely and he laughed and smiled more often as well. He wasn't just a clone now, but a person - a person who could choose his own path and hopefully live to fulfill his own dreams.

This transformation had done wonders, not just for Nanikato, but for Sasuke as well. The raven-haired man finally felt like he had accomplished something worth living for - even though he was going to die. He could only hope that Naruto would be pleased with him, whether or not the blonde ever forgave him.

“Thirty-three bottles of sake on the wall - thirty-three bottles of sake. Take one down pass, it around - thirty-two bottles of sake on the wall.”

Sasuke groaned, rolling over and burying his face into his pillow.

Reality had finally managed to hack its way brutally back into his subconscious, reminding him that he was still stuck in the same cell as Tayuya - who had made it her personal mission to stave off boredom by being annoying as hell. The redhead had been singing that stupid song for the past three hours, having started at three thousand and counting down. It was practically the same as when Lee and Gai went at it and if she kept it up much longer, he'd be crazier than a shithouse rat before Nanikato came to visit again.

Sweet Kami, he almost preferred Karin's irritating attempts at flirting - almost.

“One bottle of sake on the wall - one bottle of sake. Take it down, pass it around - no more bottles of sake on the wall…”

Despite the chakra cuffs, the raven haired man managed to urge enough free, due to the sheer desperation of his situation, to bring upon him a state of forced sleep as Tayuya bellowed out the last line.

“NOW YOU'RE DRUNK AND NOW YOU'RE SICK AND NOW YOU'LL GET ARRESTED!!”

He had no idea how much he was going to regret that decision…

Finally finished her lengthy marathon, Tayuya yawned and stretching like a cat. With an all-encompassing shit-eating grin, she glanced over at Sasuke only to find that the bastard had managed to render himself unconscious.

“Fucking cheater,” she muttered.

Sitting cross-legged, she tapped her lips with a finger thoughtfully as she pondered upon something else to do with the rest of the night. There were still several unread novels and a couple remaining of packets of chips, but the reading and snacking didn't sound too appealing. Then a perfectly wicked thought came to her and she laughed sinisterly, reaching under her cot and retrieving the package of permanent markers that Nanikato had been so kind to bring her the last time he had visited. Humming to herself, the red haired woman stooped over Sasuke and began to doodle, taking a page out of Naruto's book as she unknowing recreated his famous graffiti masterpiece of the Hokage Monument upon the oblivious Uchiha's face.

When she was done, Tayuya had to bite back a howl of laughter as she inspected her work. Good `ol Sasuke wasn't going to be happy with her tomorrow morning, especially when it happened to be the day that they were scheduled for another interrogation.

“Hmmm…”

To add insult to injury, she decided that the nearly empty bottle of glue Nanikato had forgotten would finally come to use…

-.ooOoo.-

The Following Day:

//Okay, twerps - report!//

Even though the headset was slightly fuzzy with static, you could hear the wintry bite in Hyuuga Hanabi's voice. From where he was positioned high in a tree, a certain crimson-eyed brunette nearly toppled out. He winced, glad that his teammates hadn't been able to see it.

//Roger!// Kozue answered breathlessly, not wanted to get on her bad side so soon.

//Yeah, yeah.// Toboe's voice soon after, and Yukimaru could be heard barking in the background. //You weren't lucky enough sensei - we're still alive.//

//A shame.//Hanabi sneered tonelessly.

Then an exasperated sigh echoed through the connection, signaling that Nanikato was listing in as well.

//You know, I prefer radio silence…//

//Shut up gaki or I'll castrate you.//

//You could try, but I can't guarantee that you'd succeed.//

Kozue could hear Toboe shorting with laughter. Rolling his eyes skyward, the young Sarutobi decided it was better to semi-ignore the conversation - which he did by removing the earphones. He didn't want to be caught up in what could most definitely become a walky-talky war and find himself as a target for kunai practice. But he found that he was unable to stay still in one spot for long without getting nervous and thus the brunette allowed himself to slip noiselessly down the side of the tree and slink through the undergrowth.

He could still hear his teammates bantering about one thing or another and hear the telltale whisper of their movements, as they too seemed unable to sit still. Then a soft rustling that wasn't coming from the headset caught his attention. Ducking behind a dense clump of foliage, Kozue replaced the earphones and peeked out from behind his hiding place.

//Shush! I think I see something!// he whispered, which effectively caused his teammates to shut up.

Keen red eyes honed in on a small, shadowy figure in the distance, watching it slink like he had between the trees so stealthily that it scarcely made a sound. He held his breath for a moment, and then whispered into the microphone again.

//Target confirmed. Permission to apprehend?//

A soft, derisive clicking sound could be heard from the other end.

//Knock yourself out chibi.//

Trying to ignore his sensei's lack of faith and the fact that he knew this mission was always the hardest and most abhorred of the traditional D-rank missions that newbee genin were given, Kozue couldn't help but feel the twinge of something in his heart. Silently going through the hand seals, he began weaving a simple genjutsu around himself in order to cloak himself from target's heightened senses. Once complete, he approached with caution.

He was only a foot away from success when a soft crack resounded from a broken twig under his sandaled foot. He froze, but by then, it was already too late. Large, golden eyes narrowed in the darkness, sweeping towards the boy's direction.

He didn't even dare to breath.

He must have stood there frozen for at least three minutes before the eyes finally released their hold on him and turned away, believing it to be nothing more then a bird passing through the trees. Still holding his breath, Kozue leaned forward and was just about grab it when -

//Hey bishie!//a loud voice crackled from the other end.//Have you caught the fucker yet!?//

He cursed loudly, wishing all sorts of terrible afflictions upon Toboe as the cat whirled around and hissed menacingly, taking a swiped at his face with its claws unsheathed. The crimson eyes boy gasped, jumping back with his arms raised to protect his face. At the same time, however, he inadvertently let his prey escape.

//Kuso!// he cursed, promising himself that if he caught the cat, he was going to make Toboe sleep with it tonight.//The target is on the move again! Requesting backup!//

A series of curses echoed from the headset following his own, resulting in static as Kozue gave chase. Toboe and Yukimaru, who were playing the part of the team's personal bloodhounds, joined him while Nanikato followed through the trees and sent volleys of sound-based stunner jutsu at the fleeing feline, soon joined him.

The chase led the kids in a circle around the village, causing them to knock over marketplace shoppers and innocent pedestrians as they took part in the same gauntlet like countless generations before them. Some people even laughed at them as they passed - it would seem that after so many years, “Operation Catch Tora the Cat” had become a popular spectator's sport. At this rate though, they were never going to catch the evasive little bastard.

//You guys wait here!// he shouted into his headset.

Toboe, of course, answered. //Why!?//

//`Cause I'm faster!//

Putting on a burst of speed that made the a number of the observing shinobi envious, Nanikato streamlined like a bullet in pursuit, leaving Toboe, Yukimaru and Kozue in his dust. The chase took him around half a dozen more corners before he finally made it with a foot of his target, and when he was there, he leaped. Grabbing the cat in a full tackle, the pair continued to roll out of control until an ally full of rubble ended their journey.

Sifting through the debris, the battered blonde grasped the cat firmly by the scruff of it neck and heaved the beast up so it was eye level with him. During the rolling, his hood had come off, allowing Tora to have a good look at just exactly who his captor was. Golden eyes widened in shock as they meet blue, and Nanikato knew at once that it had had previous dealings with Naruto-niisan.

Hissing angrily, Tora took a swipe at him only to have its paw caught in a crushing thumb-and-forefinger grip.

“Oh no you don't.” Nanikato growled dangerously. “You might have been able to pull that trick on nii-san, but it won't work me. Now I'll only give you this warning once, neko - you're on the last of your nine lives, so you'd better take care of it.”

The cat meowed pitifully in his grip, conveying its misery through huge alligator tears. Paying them no heed, the blonde replaced his hood - it wouldn't do for a villager to see his face - and rendezvoused with his team. With the mission complete, they made their way back to the mission's office where they surrendered the abused feline back into the clutches of its abuser.

They didn't say anything as Tora once again found himself smashed in Madame Shijimi's bosom. For Toboe and Yukimaru, they felt nothing but pity for the poor animal. Although they hated cats and that particular cat more then the rest, they would never wish such a terrible fate of anyone.

Once they were paid, Team Thirteen parted company for the remainder of the day. Seeing as he now had free time to do with as he pleased - although he knew Hanabi-sensei was always shadowing him - Nanikato made his way towards the ninja academy. The sound of laughter coming from the nearby playground made him smile, and draw his hood further up to keep his face hidden in shadows. He loved watching the children play, as it seemed to give back to him what he never had himself. Remembering that he had only been `born' a year ago left a great heaviness inside of him. He had never had the chance to be a child and play - when one was created to be a weapon, you didn't get that kind of freedom.

But whenever he watched them, Nanikato didn't feel cheated. Old beyond his years, he knew he had something that most of them would never have. Because of his situation, he wouldn't take for granted anything that came his way. He did, of course, live in a world where he shouldn't even exist.

Had Naruto-niisan lived, everything would have different.

“Hey, dobe!”

The words caught the blonde's attention and he turned towards sound. His eyes landed on a group of academy students - Toboe and Kozue's former class in fact. They were surrounding one of their classmates, blocking off all rout of escape and laughing.

“Do you think you're going to pass this time, dobe?”

“Yeah right! Like that's ever going to happens!”

“ He's failed the last three times!”

“I think he was dropped on his head when he was baby!”

“Ha! That would explain everything!”

“Loser!”

“Dead-last!”

“Stupid dobe!”

Nanikato suddenly found himself on his feet and headed directly for the ring of taunting children. After learning that Naruto-niisan had been the dobe of his graduating class and having no one's support whatsoever, he wasn't going to allow another kid to suffer the same treatment. The best punishment, he decided, was to give them a taste of their own medicine courtesy of the only genjutsu in his arsenal.

Without so much as an ounce of remorse of the heathens, he unleashed it up on them - allowing it wash over them all the while protecting their victim from its effects.

Seconds later, chaos ensued as the small mob erupted into sobs of panic. Kids crashing into each other as the tried to no avail to escape the visions that played inside their minds. Escaping the commotion of tangled limbs and flailing arms, was a boy Nanikato released to be an Inuzuka - the large fang shapped tattoos standing out in contrast on his pale cheeks like beckons.

“T-thanks…” he mumbled, unable to meet the blonde's eyes.

Nanikato smiled. “Think nothing of it.”

“What do you think you're doing?!”

The two boys turned to see a woman in her late thirties wearing a chuunin's vest, and from the way that the Inuzuka flinched, she had to be an academy teacher.

“Attacking unarmed children! How dare you!”

The blonde's eyes glinted harshly like steel, though it couldn't be seen from the shadow of his hood. It was, however, reflected in this voice.

“How dare I?” he demanded, shocking the woman. “You accuse me of attacking them, yet isn't that exactly what they were doing? If they want to be successful as shinobi, they have to be accountable for their actions, and that means treating their comrades with some common courtesy. As for what I used on them, it was a simple genjutsu - one that teaches a lesson. Magen: Eizou no Wagamiallows a person exactly who they are to others. These children as you call them should be old enough to understand the consequences of their actions. In a few days from now, they will take their genin exams and maybe become shinobi. Maybe once they see how rotten they are, they'll think twice before tormenting someone else. Do you have a problem with that?”

The teacher stood gaping, speechless.

“I thought so.”

Satisfied, Nanikato turned from the dumbstruck adult and motioned for the burgundy haired boy to follow, who did so readily. They left the academy grounds in silence, heading in no real direction in particular. It was obvious that the younger boy was having a hard time believing that someone had actually stood up for him. It must happen regularly then, and the very thought made Nanikato sick to his stomach.

“So… you're related to Toboe.”

It wasn't a question.

His companion harrumphed loudly and crossed his arms sullenly. “Unfortunately.”

“I share your sentiments exactly. She's not the easiest person to be on a team with.”

“So you're the kid that got saddled with the meinu and Kozue-chan. I'd pity you, but I'm actually thankful that it happened this way. If it weren't for you, I would have most likely ended up on her team considering she was the top of the class and I was the bottom. I'm Kegawa, by the way.”

Nanikato nodded. “Nice to meet you. I'm Nanikato.”

“So I've heard. You happened to be the top of her `I-Hate-Him' rant list up until recently, you know.”

They continued their aimless journey trading small take until Kegawa stopped for something to eat, leading the older boy towards a ramen stand.

`Ramen…'

The blonde to shudder instinctively - this was the place he would have to bring Minato as soon as he had enough money that could relatively pay to a smorgasbord for the man(he had yet to tell the spirit of the Yondaime that he would have to use a henge while doing so). Ramen… how could people eat the stuff!? The blonde simply watched as his… new… friend ordered a bowl of oyakodomburi and a plate shioyaki from the non-ramen menu. Hungry himself, Nanikato followed suit by ordering a simple plate of harumaki. And that was how he learned that the owner of the stand was Kegawa's maternal grandfather, a kind man in his mid fifties. After hearing what Nanikato had done for his grandson, the old man gave him his meal for free.

It wasn't long though before the two boys were on the move again, this time heading in the direction of the Inuzuka compound. During the meal Kegawa had invited Nanikato over, asking for the older boy's help concerning the Genin Exams. More then happy to help, the blonde relayed various tips as well as touching base on the tender subject of Kegawa's lack of canine companion.

“You know that's something you're going to have to rectify soon, right?”

Kegawa scowled, opening the gate that led to the on-property training grounds. “And how the hell am I supposed to get near the pups?”

“I don't know,” the blonde shrugged. “But things will turn out right soon.”

“And how do you kn - ”

He was cut off in mid sentence as he fell flat on his face after tripping over something that had just crashed into him. Looking up, he found himself staring into a pair of terrified pink eyes.

`Help! Don't let them do it! I wasn't bad! I wasn't!'

Arms suddenly full of mournfully howling puppy, Kegawa looked up at Nanikato, a `did-you-know-this-was-going-to-happen?' look written on his face. The older boy only smiled.

“Hey, calm down buddy - nobody is going to hurt you.”

The quailing ball of white fur only howled louder.

`They going to give me the snip, snip!'

Kegawa paled, instinctively crossing his legs.

“Nani!? But you're just a puppy!”

Not to mean that it was practically unheard of for an Inuzuka to neuter one their dogs.

`They don't care!' the ball of fur whined. `Okaa-sama agreed! She says I'm defective - be bad for breeding!'

It was only then that the poor animal's plight began to make sense for the two boys. The pink eyes and snow-white fur signified that the pup was an albino. It was a genetic defect where the individual lacked natural pigmentation and when concerning certain species, the abnormality only served to make them doubly rare. However, the vast majority of the Inuzuka clan - their dogs included - saw an albino as a liability. They were seen as inherently weaker, and thus kept from participating in any clan duty as well as breeding since no one wanted the `defect' to be passed on to the next generation.

The young Inuzuka trembled angrily. It was exactly the same way he was treated. Seeing as his mother was a civilian with absolutely no shinobi ancestry, he was seen as nothing more then a defective mutt. His younger siblings had gotten off easy. The majority of them were under academy age and those that were in the academy managed to shine.

Along side his cousin, Toboe, his sister Mimi was hailed as the best tracker produced in countless generations and his brother Unari was naturally adept at formulating combination battle strategies, thus helping to create new clan jutsu.

He couldn't help but feel cheated, of course - especially when relatives occasionally whispered that he'd have been better off as a stain on the sheets than a disappointment.

“They won't touch you,” he growled. “I won't let them.”

`But --' the puppy panicked.

Kegawa held the pup out to where he could look at him properly.

“Don't worry - I'll protect you. Now, what's your name?”

The animal looked away, ashamed. `I don't have one.'

“Akiyo.”

The Inuzuka and the puppy turned to Nanikato, startled. The blonde chuckled softly. “You are Akiyo. It means `white world' - befitting of one such as yourself.”

The newly dubbed Akiyo smiled a lupine smile. Looking back up at Kegawa, he proceeded to lick the boy's face.

`So…' he barked shyly.`Want to be partners?'

-.ooOoo.-

A week later, while training with his teammates on controlling their elemental affinities, Nanikato learned that his new friend had managed to pass the Genin Exams. He noted with mild amusement, as he watched Hanabi-sensei churn silently with anger, that her nemesis, Sarutobi Konohamaru, had taken a team consisting of Aburame Hotaru, Hyuuga Kazaan and one Inuzuka Kegawa.

That was why Kozue preceded to explain to him in a hushed voice that his cousin had been trying to get their wintry sensei to go out on a date with him for over the past ten years. There was not a doubt in her mind that Konohamaru had rigged his team, seeing as nearly his were related to hers. Now he'd have the perfect excuse to try to get her to let his new team train with them.

Nanikato, however, was pleased that all the help he had given Kegawa and Akiyo prior to the exams had paid off. On the same note, Toboe, who had been giving him many strange looks lately, hadn't been too pleased to discover that he had been tutoring her most hated relation.

Of course, Nanikato laughed.

-.ooOoo.-

Elsewhere, a pair of unseen detectives went about a secret mission deep in the heart of Konoha.

When Nanikato had summoned them last, Tsunade had requested that the spirits of her brother and his Uchiha companion do a little espionage work for her. Although they were getting very old, there were rumors that the elders Koharu, Homura and Danzo were plotting something that could possibly lead to the destruction of Konoha. Wanting to do something with their new connection with the living, Nawaki and Obito had happily agreed to lend their services.

But after a few hours of finding nothing, the two friends were becoming rather despondent with what was close to becoming a chore. Looking over shoulders at important documents wasn't getting them anywhere. It was the same dead end cycle and while they waited in hopes of overhearing something, they played a complicated version of ghostly tic-tac-toe.

The comings and goings didn't change much over the course of the day, which caused Nawaki to pass out from sheer boredom, drool dribbling down his chin. It was during the late afternoon when Obito finally hit pay dirt, which came in the form of a door masked to look like it was part of the wall. He realized then why they hadn't been able hear any noise coming from the far end of Danzo's private headquarters.

It had been cloaked with a soundproofing jutsu.

Exasperated by the complete obviousness that only he could overlook, Obito rubbed at the phantom ache in his temples. Had it been a normal wall, he would have heard what was happening on the other side. Shaking the `younger' ghost awake, Obito motioned for Nawaki to follow him and drifted through the wall. With Nawaki beside him, the pair skulked silently in the shadows, taking in the wizened forms of the three elders seated around a small table laden with many papers.

“If we are ever going to win this war,” Danzo said, continuing what he had been talking about as the two ghosts entered the room. “We are going to have to cut our losses.”

Homura nodded. “Agreed. Konoha has become soft these past twenty years. Although a powerful leader, Sarutobi allowed himself to be deceived by the foolish notion that only compassion could make the village strong and his students were no better. The Nara, so much like Moyai-sensei with his tactical mind, seemed like the perfect choice at the time. But we need a warrior like Izuna-sensei and our current choice isn't fulfilling the role of Hokage in the manner we wished.”

“And he never will.” Koharu replied with a hateful sneer. “He was, after all, a genin of the same year as the Kyuubi-gaki. The man is a known sympathizer of demon scum - he is on excellent terms with the Kazekage, who we well know is a demon himself. As long as Nara Shikamaru is Hokage, this village is never going to be a force to be reckoned with.”

Nawaki seethed silently.

Danzo and dreams of tyrannical control - he was no better than Orochimaru. It was no wonder why his grandfather and great uncle had chosen Sarutobi-san to be their successor. Homura and Koharu as well - those two had always been jealous of their teammate and power he had that they could never hope to achieve. They were heartless and cruelly ambitious.

The two spies jumped when a sudden, unexpected knock rattled the door beside them. Danzo looked up, his bandaged face turning to the door and barked rudely. “Who is it?”

The door opened to reveal a man of at least thirty. Short raven hair framed a pale face and dark eyes. He wore form fitting black ANBU armor, though allowed his waist to remain unprotected as to either be underestimated by his enemies or as a fashion statement. The latter would have been closer to the truth.

Nawaki knew instantly who it was. The man was Hakujou no Sai, Danzo's pet and vice-captain of the underground ANBU force known as Ni. He had once been a part of the Gahitsu clan from Takumi no Sato; a small, but influential clan that had a kekkei genkai that allowed them to create beasts from ink. It had been a team of Ni ANBU led by Danzo, of course, that had wiped them out. And when it was over, Danzo took with him the single survivor, a two-year-old boy, as a glorified victory prize - a tool that he could train as a weapon loyal only to himself.

He entered walking up to Danzo's right-hand side and prepared to relay his message to the bandaged old prune. It was then that Sai stiffened so subtly that only the two boys could see it, his razor-sharp instincts alerting to the fact that something in the room wasn't right. They felt as his chakra sense drifted throughout the chamber, hovering on them for a moment, before ceasing his search. Nawaki and Obito looked at each other, wide-eyed in shock. The man knew they were there, even though he couldn't see them. It soon became clear to them that, unlike Nanikato, this Sai was only capable of feeling the presence of spiritual entities, but not actually seeing them.

However, he did not alert the three elders of their presence. The man simply conveyed his daily report to his commander. The report itself had Danzo frowning, which ended conversation he had been having with Homura and Koharu. Slightly put out that their espionage hadn't gone according to plan, the two spirits prepared to go find Nanikato so they could go report their minimal findings to Shikamaru.

Sai, however, lingered in the room once the three elders left, still searching for the eyes he knew that were watching him. He focused on the point were Obito and Nawaki stood, then walked towards it, arm outstretched and waved at it. The Uchiha grimaced the man's arm went through his incorporeal body, proving Sai's theory whoever it was, wasn't hidden due to an invincibility jutsu. And yet he felt a chill the moment his arm pasted through the area in question, a shiver running down his spine.

“I know you're there,” he finally said. “Even though I can't see you.”

He walked back to the table, seating himself and faced the two ghosts.

“You're dead, aren't you? If you're curious as to how I know, I have always been slightly sensitive to matters of the spiritual realm. But I digress. You want to know to know about their secret plans, don't you? Since you're dead, I won't be disobeying orders if I tell you.”

Obito gaped while Nawaki silently cheered.

Sai managed a small, distant smile as he sensed the shock and excitement that just filled the air.

“Listen closely now, because this is of the utmost important. Danzo-sama is plotting to have the Hokage as well as other `undesirables', be they shinobi or civilian, assassinated during the upcoming winter festival. He and coconspirators, Homura-sama and Koharu-sama, plan to pin the blame on the delegation from Suna, who will be joining us for the festivities. It's no secret that they believe the Kazekage to be a demon, even though Shukaku has long since been removed.” he paused, as if debating what to say next. “Now if you can manage to somehow get this information to the Hokage for me, I'd be most grateful and commend you for a mission well done. But I must go now. Danzo-sama will become suspicious if I don't show up soon. Sayonara.”

Alone in the room now, the two boys stared at the door in which Sai had just exited, both feeling the cold chill of horror washing through them. They had to get this information to Tsunade as fast as they could, but first, they had to find Nanikato - fast.

-.ooOoo.-

Translations/Original Jutsu:

Meinu - Bitch; female dog

Oyakodomburi -Rice topped with chicken, onion and cooked in egg

Shioyaki - Broiled salt covered fish

Harumaki - Spring roll

Mimi - Ear

Unari - Growl

Moyai - Mooring rope

Idzuna-Well rope

Hakujou - Heartless

Gahitsu - Artist's brush

Magen: Eizou no Wagami/Demonic Illusion: Reflection of Oneself - upper C-rank genjutsu. This technique allows it wielder to force their victim into seeing their own inner demons. If someone is pure of heart or has committed few acts of cruelty, this illusion will be virtually ineffective.