Interrogation Training Session

Mission Name:  Interrogation Training Session
Mission Type: Continuing Shinobi Education
Mission Rank: D
Mission Goal:Learn about how to conduct an interrogation from one of the best
Description: Shimiko Chinoike is hosting a special ANBU sponsored lesson on how to interrogate an prisoner. 
Payment: 10,000
Requirements: Genin+

Mort would look at the little sheet of paper he was given containing the basic overview of the mission. Interrogation lessons with Shimiko. He'd frown as he reread the name. Shimiko. While the Kurama Clan didn't take sides during the Kumo civil war as they weren't fully established into the village yet, he still couldn't help but shudder at the name due to the many, many things he heard about her and the curch she was a part of. Honestly is she wasn't highly regarded within the village or the clan didn't insist he went and actually put his genjutsu skills to 'proper' use, he wouldn't have even taken the mission. But here he was now, standing in front of the Academy once more.

At least the academy beld some good memories. Sure he was percieved as odd thanks to both his bloodline and remedial courses, but it was also where he was able to pick up a better understanding of the art of the blade. Taking a look at the notice board he'd scan theough the listings to see which room the special training would take place in. Thinking he found the right area, he'd mentally prepare himself. Gripping Excalipoor's sheath in his hand, he'd quietly recite his mantra, take a deep breath, then make his way farther into the building.

Distaste of interrogation and cults aside, he was going to learn today damnit. After all he was a ninja first, samurai second.

Shimiko Chinoike stood in front of the small class of genin with her hands on her hips and a no-nonsense expression on her face. The Chinoike was normally full of pep and niceties but when it came to genin they were a bit of a sore spot for her. It seemed as though every genin that came under her tutelage for more than a few minutes ended up being useless. She refused to believe that it was because she was a bad teacher and that it was because this generation of genin were just totally incompetent. Although evidence was begining to mount that it was more the former than the latter. Determined to prove the imaginary (and real) naysayers wrong, she decided to create a special ANBU sponsored seminar on interrogation. Many genin believed interrogation was synonymous with torture, but this was a common misconception. Interrogation was the science of information extraction. Torture was just one tool out of many that an intelligence operative needed to be able to employ.

The Jounin was wearing a white dress shirt with all of the buttons undone. The fabric only partially covering her breasts in a manner akin to this. She wore a loosened black tie around her neck with the symbol of the Orthodoxy proudly emblazoned on the center. She also wore a black mini skirt and a pair of black boots. Her blonde hair was done up in its usual style a "double-pony-tail" with a set of tiny skull pins holding them in place.

The instructor waited for everyone to be seated. Once all the students had arrived, she'd look at the clock and begin the very moment the clock struck 12:00 PM. She pointed a finger directly at Mo.

"You! What is your name?" she asked with a surprising amount of venom and urgency.

(This is a flashback thread)

Having found the room he'd take a peek inside and quickly tense up a little as he saw his instructor, Miss Chinoike. He wouldn't linger very long at the doorway though and would quickly find a place to sit, his eyes only briefly breaking contact with her location when he had to turn his back. He knew of the Chinoike clan's dojutsu, and while he couldn't recall the exact specifics of what kind of genjutsu it had power over, making eye to eye contact was almost never good. As such he bore his sight into her chest area, wondering why in the heck she'd be so unprofessional with her choice of clothing. Unfortunately for him, his answer would come in the form of his mental co-host.

"Oh wow, yeah I thought it was just me messing with your head but She really does radiate 'The Kage is my Bitch'. Such shame that a teacher that hot also happens to be someone you loathe. Truly that has to eat you up inside. I mean, there's a reason she kept her shirt unbuttoned, and it sure isn't because of unprofessionalism!"

Of all the times. At least it had the decency to not manifest and just speak inside his mind, but having to hear it make a meta-commentary on what he saw sucked. He also knew that the Id was right in regards to her clothing choice as well. Attempting to appeal to the more carnal desires of a person was one of many ways one could extract information from a target. It was also why he was attracted to weapons as a poor attempt to screw over his own Id. Sadly it hadn't quite worked as attempting to screw yourself over, even if it is a different part of yourself now attempting to kill your true personality and take over you body, is still yourself, and due to that he now-

"You! What is your name?"

Without skipping a beat he'd stand at attention and place his right fist over his heart while bringing his left behind him and holding the sword & scabbard with it. In his attempts to drown out his Id he'd lost track of time and hadn't realized class had just begun. Attempting to sound professional while trying to hide his obvious fear & surprise, he'd state his name a bit too loudly.

"M-Mōtimā Midori-Okō Kurama Ma'am!"

Why him why him??? Did she recognize him? Could she read minds? Did she catch him looking at her bosom? Sure she was good-looking, but was she like one of those spiders who seeked out those who were infatuated and ate them afterwards?? To any onlookers his face would turn several shades of red, while internally he could hear his Id laugh it's mostly nonexistent ass off.