Perhaps he should have been more surprised that she knew that the Sharingan could take advantage of specific weaknesses, but given her genjutsu techniques ... Sasuke eyed her askance for a long moment, a frown creasing his brow. There was enough about the Uchiha that was public knowledge that it wasn't weird for someone to make the assumption, he supposed.
"Sharingan or not, this sort of thing is about psychology," he said after a pause, toeing one of the unconscious shinobi over onto his back. It was an old line for Uchiha who developed the Sharingan, that the eyes weren't to be treated as a cure-all and needed to be backed up with skill. The problem was that Sasuke had all of Academy-level interrogation classes to work with.
Crouching, he rifled through the man's pockets, looking for any identifying personal information -- dog tags, located quickly in a scroll pocket. No further self-destruction options turned up, which was at least a sign that they weren't desperate enough to have alternative methods, but the jackpot appeared when after a moment he found a locket carefully sewn into the back of a weapons pouch.
"They expected to die on this mission," he muttered, half to himself, all irritated; personal effects only partially concealed like this were hardly a good sign. Holding the trinket to the light, he gestured to the other ninja. "Look for this sort of thing."
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"Sharingan or not, this sort of thing is about psychology," he said after a pause, toeing one of the unconscious shinobi over onto his back. It was an old line for Uchiha who developed the Sharingan, that the eyes weren't to be treated as a cure-all and needed to be backed up with skill. The problem was that Sasuke had all of Academy-level interrogation classes to work with.
Crouching, he rifled through the man's pockets, looking for any identifying personal information -- dog tags, located quickly in a scroll pocket. No further self-destruction options turned up, which was at least a sign that they weren't desperate enough to have alternative methods, but the jackpot appeared when after a moment he found a locket carefully sewn into the back of a weapons pouch.
"They expected to die on this mission," he muttered, half to himself, all irritated; personal effects only partially concealed like this were hardly a good sign. Holding the trinket to the light, he gestured to the other ninja. "Look for this sort of thing."