People of the same kind were naturally wary of one another. When their specialties were so similar, it was difficult to hide one's secrets before someone with the same strengths.
So far, Mizuki had not encountered many experts skilled in genjutsu. The only one who had ever caught him in one was Itachi Uchiha.
And he had only been hit by Tsukuyomi once. Even then, it had not been his main body that endured it, but his physical clone—Hope.
Kurenai Yuhi had become a jonin through her expertise in genjutsu, so her reputation was by no means undeserved. Her defeat to the even stronger Itachi Uchiha in the original story had only been because the Mangekyō Sharingan was simply too unreasonable, not because her genjutsu was weak.
If they were speaking purely of conventional genjutsu and theory, Mizuki was far inferior to Kurenai Yuhi. But in terms of breadth of thought and innovation, Mizuki utterly crushed this female ninja whose experience was too limited.
The stunningly beautiful female jonin, Kurenai Yuhi, had the temperament of a heroine among women, but she was actually quite fond of drinking. Like-minded with Anko Mitarashi, she enjoyed not only street food, but also often went out for a drink or two.
But now that she had been pregnant for several months, she probably would not do such things anymore. At the very least, she should restrain herself for now.
After Mizuki and Kurenai Yuhi found seats by the street in a teahouse, they exchanged a few pleasantries before Kurenai Yuhi went straight to the point.
"Does Jonin Mizuki still remember that genjutsu you taught Sakura three years ago? I believe it was called Dreamplay?"
So it really was about this. Mizuki immediately felt a headache coming on. Nearly three years had passed, yet Kurenai