>>5821322Inoichi rubs his chin. “Whatever that was, it was beyond my jutsu. Might have something to do with your condition.”
Everyone near you is aware of your condition now, considering they experienced flashes of knowledge about it first-hand straight from your dome.
“... I’m sure you’ll be alright?” Masami adds lamely. “If there’s any weird stuff, it probably has to do with that Izumi girl’s echo, or ghost, or whatever that was. I’m sure it’s fine, she’s probably nice…”
No. Whatever that sensation was, it was bad. Grim. Terrible. You wouldn’t have felt that way to see Izumi. There’s no way. It felt like… The kind of terror a murderer might feel when he realizes he’s been judged and about to be tossed down into the darkest pit of hell. It felt like something truly terrible was encroaching, but it was something you felt like you deserved. But why?
“Regardless.” Inoichi stops you. “There’s no use speculating. Your case is unique, and there’s no way of pinning down hard facts. What if it was this, what if it was that, what if the world was made of pudding? Don’t dwell on it.”
The four of you step into the elevator and you ascend. It feels quicker this time. Instead of taking you straight out of the building, Inochi puts a hand on your shoulder and guides you to the finance department.
“This genin needs Rank A hazard reimbursement.” Inochi says flatly. In short order you’re handed an envelope with 150,000 Ryo. That was a LOT of fucking money. At least, for you. Inoichi winks at you. “Most genin don’t realize that they’re entitled to at least the minimum payment of the appropriately higher mission rank if they tackle difficulties that are far above and beyond what they were hired for. Anyway, you’re free to go. Thank you for your time.”
Inocihi bows to you. Your squad bows back.
In short order you find yourself standing around in the streets. The other two are probably digesting your demon battle, you’re marinating in the awkwardness of knowing they were in your mind.
And you couldn’t help but dwell on the mirror, or portal, or whatever it was. It was like there was something hidden or repressed, something that would have been devastating.
>What do you want to talk about?>What do you want to do? Your day is free. 