Jujutsu Reincarnation: Unleashing The Ten Shadows In Naruto

Phase 12: Preparation C

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-Story Start-

-Third Person POV-

The disturbingly calm question rang in Yoroi's mind; it boomed like a drum within his ears. Only made worse by his defenseless state.

Yoroi's dark eyes scanned the room in a panic, as the question went unanswered for but a moment. A distressed, helpless dissection of the cold, empty, basement-like room he found himself in. They shifted rapidly - from left to right, up and down, all attempting to dismiss the question, and the Shinobi that had kidnapped him.

His mind labored, searching for any option of escape. Only for that line to be torn apart by an most unexpected response.

Akira turned around, following Yoroi's eyes before turning to address him once again, "Oh, the exits just behind that dark curtain. Pass through it, and you should see a ladder leading out."

A chill went down Yoroi's spine once more, as his face paled and sweat beads began to trickle down his countenance.

Akira's statement made him realize something, a simple conclusion anyone in his position should have reached long ago:

He revealed the escape route so casually, so indifferently...

Because Yoroi was not going to escape.

His head fell at that realization, and a disturbing, almost accepting stillness enveloped the room. To which Akira could only tilt his head, "No answer? I'm not looking to enjoy this, you know. I don't really." He shook his head as he approached and tightly grasped Yoroi's chin, forcing the man's resigned eyes to meet with his own weary dark emerald.

"My question. Answer it. It'll increase your chances of actually seeing an afterlife, and I am not a very patient guy." Akira's frown deepened, almost taking the shape of a snarl with the frustrated furrowing of his brows.

Yoroi blinked, scoffing in expected bravado, "Afterlife? You're going to kill me anyway, so what's the point? Torture me all you like, you're not getting anyth-" His words were interrupted by a cold growl, as the strong grip on his jaw turned painful, "You must've misheard me. I said increase your chances of seeing an afterlife. Death should be the least of your worries."

Yoroi's expression couldn't get any paler at that moment, as he struggled like a worm in genuine protest, his body screaming in terror.

"So I'll ask again." The demonic child released a pacifying breath, "What would you consider the greatest sin of all?"

Yoroi thought for a moment, his fear assuaged for but an instant in favor of getting rid of the immense pressure. He spat out, "The torturing and killing of children."

The grip on his jaw loosened, nay, it was gone, much to Yoroi's relief as Akira took a step back and rose up to his full height, which was still just a smidgen taller than his tied self.