"...I came here to train... Why did I forget all of this... Why?... Did I fail... Hehehehe, hahahahahaha!"
Confusion and doubt spread through the puppet-like crowd like a plague. Quite a few people recalled something important as well, letting out despairing, helpless roars.
"I failed... I'm sorry, Lord Mizukage..."
"Why? Why? Wouldn't it be fine to stay immersed in a beautiful dream with us? Why did you wake us up! Why?"
"There's no saving it... The village should have been destroyed by now, right? It's too late..."
The people around them wore different expressions and reacted differently to having their dreams shattered. To Moriyue, they were like puppets that had lost their controller—gaining brief freedom while also losing the will to act.
In fact, it was hard to say whether these people could still be considered inhabitants of the illusion. Through the Black-faced Sheep, Moriyue sensed faint soul fluctuations from them. This Genjutsu... involved souls.
Tagorihime watched Moriyue walk away, her expression grave.
"This guy... isn't simple... Oh well. He can add a little variety to my thousands of years of life."
With that thought, she slowly vanished into the air. That batch of "dream residents" had been awakened to their real memories because of Moriyue, and she needed to spend some time brainwashing them again. After all, watching the dreams of those failures was one of her few hobbies.
Not everyone had the courage to face a reality they had been disconnected from for decades. For someone who had lived in a dream for decades, forcing them to leave it and integrate into reality was cruel. After all, the dream we outsiders saw might have been reality in their eyes.
And frankly speaking, these people could only barely cling to life by relying on this environment. Once they left