Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of Games of Body and Soul

Unforeseen Consequences

After at last being given the permission to try her approach, Kiyomi stood up and approached Ikiro. The Yamanaka took a moment to gather up her focus and achieve the required state of concentration. She was sort of a prodigy in using the Mind Transmission jutsu to the point where she did not require to say the name of the technique, just weave the handseals but this technique felt completely different.

It was something newer in Kiyomi's arsenal or, at the very least, rarely used, even if learned a long time before.

Kiyomi placed her hand on Ikiro's head, the curious eyes of her target moved into a cross-eyed position to observe the hand placed on his head as if it inspired great curiosity in the man. Kiyomi weaved a hand seal while maintaining her stance of great concentration.

"Psycho Mind Transmission." She uttered. Immediately after the name of the technique was called out, Ikiro's eyes whited out and rolled back. Mana felt a little startled by the reaction but observing the concentration on Kiyomi's face and how it remained completely undisturbed by the result, she assumed that the technique went smoothly and that it was supposed to look like that.

It was an interesting technique. From the first sight, it seemed insanely useful as one could just probe into the minds of anyone they pleased and force the intel out of them. It was an improvement over Kiyomi's usual mind switching techniques in that there was little struggle between her consciousness and that of her target's. When inside another body, usually Kiyomi would have to converse and exert tremendous influence over their consciousness to extract the information but now the process seemed more focused and streamlined.

The more Mana observed the technique in action, the more the reasons why Kiyomi was in no hurry to get her hands on this Yamanaka hijutsu became clearer. It had little to no combat use at all, the target needed to be already subdued or not a threat to the user in any way for the jutsu to be used. Also, despite the more mastered approach to intelligence extraction, it was a still a combat of wills, even if it did seem like more of a matter of time and not a clash of minds as to if the information was drawn out.

The silence and the monotony of the process were beginning to become apparent even to Mana. The magician was usually a tremendously patient individual seeing how she easily got herself lost in meditation all the time. Had it not been for the hundreds of eyes of kids from the classroom Mana would not have minded the calm and static image of Kiyomi standing over Ikiro's seated body without any motion at all.

Just the same concentration. Just the same static and strained face... No. Sweat began running down Kiyomi's forehead. The magician reached out into the duo by sending out the impulses of her sensory ability that felt by now more like her natural sense than a technique, just an extension of her body and mind.

Usually, Mana liked keeping her sensory restrained, unless it was needed. When inside a village there were scary and overwhelming chakra signatures everywhere. Every time Mana felt up a signature of a jounin or Hanasaku or Lord Sixth it would have felt like floating in the vacuum of space in front of a spiraling center of a galaxy. The blinding flashes of light, the overwhelming pressure would have overwhelmed Mana's mind completely and instantly knocked her out.

For that reason the magician felt a little worried when reaching out but almost instantly, as she did so, she felt a problem. Kiyomi's chakra was blazing up. Like the girl was engaged in some sort of a limit-breaking battle when she was just standing in place. Ikiro's chakra, usually just a grain of sand that barely even registered in Mana's sensory range remained minuscule and almost undetectable until Mana narrowed down the frequency she picked up on.

The magician's eyes opened up and she gasped. Before she could act, however, Ikiro's body lit up with a purple emanating aura that blasted a shockwave in all directions. The force of impact locked Mana in place and forced her to fight for every inch of movement and the very act of remaining on her feet felt like a grand victory. The kids all reacted in an instant, using the tables and chairs to cover up from the shockwave and using the structure of the Academy itself as cover.