After a series of methods, ten minutes later, the pattern of the Sharingan was reflected in the Sand Ninja's eyes.
This meant he had been controlled by Meikyō's Sharingan.
"Your identity."
Meikyō looked at the Sand Ninja before him, who had become dull and blank under the genjutsu's control, and asked. Aburame Nami stood beside him like a little secretary, holding a notebook ready to take notes.
"Sunagakure, Jonin, Sabafuki, twenty-one years old, living at..."
That name...
Meikyō fell silent for a second.
"How much strength does Sunagakure have left?"
The Sand Ninja remained silent.
Meikyō knew it was possible that the Sand Ninja simply did not know enough about this intelligence, or that he subconsciously resisted answering the question.
So Meikyō increased the output of his ocular power and narrowed the scope of the question.
"How much strength does Sunagakure still have in the Land of Rain?"
This time, the Sand Ninja finally obediently began to speak.
"Number of Jonin: thirty-seven. Special Jonin: one hundred and eighty-four. Chunin: one thousand four hundred. Number of Genin: two thousand..."
Meikyō nodded inwardly.
This was more or less consistent with the estimates the intelligence unit had made based on existing information.
Only after Meikyō asked several more questions did he get to the main point.
"What is the mission objective behind your meeting with Iwa this time?"
"According to... Elder Chiyo's... orders, with Iwa..."
The Sand Jonin's words reached his lips but became stuck, unable to emerge. At the same time, strange and profound black markings began to spread across his forehead.
"Is this... a seal placed in his brain to prevent enemies from obtaining this information?"
Inuzuka Ryo muttered as he looked at the markings on the Sand Jonin's forehead.
Seeing this, Meikyō instead pushed his ocular power to its limit.