Aoba glanced over at the memory he had read from Eaton.
Except for those things buried deep in the dark, most of them were some warm pictures!
"Ibiki was already five years old!"
Aoba's mouth curled up slightly, and he saw in Eaton's memory the heavy and silent love of a father for his son.
Because he has no time to accompany his son to grow up, he could only care about his son in his heart.
"No wonder Morino Ibiki will embark on this road."
Aoba saw Eaton's memory of Ibiki's adoration to his father.
The relationship between father and son was very harmonious.
Ibiki regarded his father as a great hero and wanted to be as good as his father, an Anbu's torturer ninja.
"This can be regarded as his father's inheritance!"
Aoba can not only see the past and the present from Morino Eaton's memory but also knows the future from the perspective of the transmigrator.
Soon, Morino Ibiki will become the Konoha Torture and Interrogation Force captain, also known as the best torture expert in Konohagakure.
...
After browsing Morino Eaton's memories, Aoba shook his head, trying to get those images out of his mind.
But…
It was impossible to forget these memories.
This kind of feeling was like a movie I had seen. It can be clearly distinguished that these pictures belong to other people's stories, but they were also deeply rooted in Aoba's mind.
"I don't know if I read more memories is good or bad for me..."
Aoba gave a helpless smile. Aoba knew that he would stay in the torture division for a long time and knew that he had to keep reading other people's memories if he wanted to become stronger.
"Actually…"
"For me!"
"The torture division is indeed the most suitable place!"
Aoba saw things thoroughly that he needed to read memory to get rewards.
With his current strength, if it's not in the torture division. It was difficult to get a lot of opportunities to read memory.
Let alone read the memories of those powerful people.
The torture division can send people over continuously, and they were all in a bound state.
As for whether those people were prepared to destroy their memories or used stronger mental power to resist...
These things were not important to Aoba at all.
Aoba relied on the Mind-Reading System to read memory, not the Yamanaka clan secret technique, which was fundamentally different.
If you change it to someone else...
They have to perform mind-reading skills every few days. The impact on their heart will be tremendous!
...
Three days later.
Aoba received Eaton's call again.
They have found Konoha Ninja and have been sent to that small black room of the torture division.
So Aoba immediately rushed towards the torture division.
He was thinking about how to read more memories every day in these three days since he had nothing to do.
The final answer was straightforward...
Do nothing!
Just wait patiently!
Aoba was very clear that his current strength was not enough. If he takes the initiative to do something, he will probably backfire.
So he still needs to stay in the torture division for his wretched development.
He must be prudent and cautious in his action for continuous accumulation of strength!
Aoba feels like he was a jungler. He can pretend to come out of the jungle from time to time so his teammates won't be suspicious. As long as the crystal doesn't explode, he can still come back.
...
It didn't take long.
Aoba came to the torture division with ease.
His line of sight was attracted to the wooden cross and ninja tied in it wearing a Konoha ninja forehead protector.
Judging from the clothes, he did not wear the traditional Konoha ninja uniform.
The overall image was the same as what he had seen in the Yu no Kuni merchant memory.
This one should be a Chunin.
Aoba gave a preliminary judgment.
After reading the memory of Chunin, the rewards obtained could only be said to be average.
But no matter how small the legs of a mosquito were, it was still meat.
He was not yet a picky eater, so he would not refuse no matter what the ninja's strength. After all, the more, the better.
At this moment.
This ninja was just in a coma, and there was no obvious trace of torture on his body.
"Aoba, is it him?" Eaton's voice sounded.
"Yes." Aoba nodded, his gaze focused on the face of this ninja, who was precisely the person he saw in the merchant memory.
"I just stunned him and didn't do anything else. Go and read his memory." Eaton whispered.
"Yes!" Aoba immediately responded, and he couldn't wait to read memory and get rewarded.
"If he has no problem, I will send him back unharmed."
Eaton narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone was somewhat low, and the pressure in the dark torture room became lower.
He only said his word halfway, but Aoba understood it all.
If this person really has a problem...
Then the next thing that would happen was not going to be that mild!
Aoba said nothing and walked directly towards the bound ninja.
His eyes were always watching this ninja.
After a few steps, Aoba stopped in front of the ninja and raised his right hand to touch the ninja's head, then he slowly closed his eyes.
Hum!
Aoba's body trembled slightly, the mind-reading system suddenly activated, and a mysterious feeling spread throughout the body.
"Ding Dong! Successfully read the memory! Obtained, Suirō no Jutsu(Water Prison Technique)!"
The crisp electronic sound rang in Aoba's mind, and he was rewarded for reading the memory again.
Accompanied by this clear system prompt. Scene after scene flashed through Aoba's mind like a movie.
"It really was him!"
Aoba combed through the memory he had just read and instantly judged the identity of this person.
But the memory fragments in my mind made him feel a little surprised and once again refreshed his understanding of the ninja world.
"How can this be?"
The expression on Aoba's face did not change in any way, as if nothing had happened, and he maintained this posture.
Time to act.
Aoba mobilized the chakra in his body and showed the appearance of using the secret arts of the Yamanaka clan.
Eaton was still watching behind him, so there could be no mistakes in this kind of thing.
About six or seven minutes later.
Aoba thought that time was almost enough and slowly opened his eyes, putting his right hand away.
He turned and looked at Eaton, who was wearing a black trench coat.
"Hoo~"
Aoba took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and his eyes became firm.
"Captain Eaton, I know the answer!"
Aoba's voice echoed in the darkroom of the torture division and clearly entered Eaton's ears.