Torturing Mito Uzumaki

"What... what do you mean?"

Mito Uzumaki took a few steps back.

From the scarlet pupils of Shimizu, she sensed something ominous and eerie.

Whatever was coming next, it certainly wouldn't be anything good!

"You'll know once you see."

Shimizu took two small gadgets out of the Sealing Scroll.

These were items from his own time, all kept in the Sealing Scroll at his waist.

Having arrived in this past era via the Simulator, he could still make use of these objects.

They gave a tangible, physical form to this obscure and incomprehensible state of mind.

Mito Uzumaki, flushed with shame and anger, tried to remove them.

Before she could even move, Shimizu had already snapped the handcuffs onto her.

Swiftly restrained by Shimizu, Mito Uzumaki found herself unable to move a single inch.

"You... to think there are people like you. You are simply a disgrace to the Uchiha."

Mito Uzumaki had lived for over a decade, yet she had never seen anyone so shameless.

Did he not care at all for the reputation and pride of the Uchiha Clan?

Zzzzt~

Shimizu snapped his fingers, and wisps of electric arcs flickered.

Mito Uzumaki let out a cry of distress as she was paralyzed on the ground by Lightning Style.

"For someone of the Uzumaki Clan, your willpower isn't very firm, is it?"

Watching these once-noble women reveal a different side of themselves caused a slight ripple in Shimizu's ocular power.

"If you don't hand over the Yin Seal, these toys will stay with you until you speak."

Shimizu curled his lips into an evil smile, closed the door, and left Mito Uzumaki inside.

The Sharingan could not directly extract the ninjutsu he wanted; when it came to techniques involving the extraction of memories, only the Human Path's "Mind Reading"