So I brought someone home for dinner... [Ibiki, Tsurude]
Happens between Paperwork done? and Honesty is the Best Policy
Ibiki watched impassively as one of the senior interrogators schooled a fresh-faced kid in the art of resisting torture. Those new to Torture and Interrogation were never given quite the same instruction as the previous crop. This way no one could ever prepare for what possibly lay down the road. And unlike some other departments, Ibiki encouraged a cutthroat, backstabbing environment even more vicious than intel. Certain traditions, unspoken as they were, needed to be upheld. And the best agents never, ever let their guard down. Even amongst those they could call their comrades and friends.
Such words had no meaning in this department. You used, or you were used. It didn't matter who you were. Even Ibiki herself was a tool to be used, if anyone ever got the balls to actually do something to her. As yet no one promising had come along.
More's the pity. She would've enjoyed meting out the special training that Shida-sensei had afflicted her with for the whole tenure of her time in T&I. At least until she had assumed command of the department herself.
(The theories as to whatever happened to Shida-sensei that she overheard always did give her the warm fuzzies.)
A narrowing of her eyes at how the kid in the room twitched and trembled and shrieked in her chair was all the displeasure Ibiki showed. The senior didn't even show that much; instead she simply used posture to display her disgust, and that was only for the benefit for those watching. The kid herself wasn't even actually being harmed; it was all a genjutsu.
Tsurude-sama generally didn't approve of the first-wave wash-outs being unable to work for the village in other ways. As Sarutobi-sama had mostly pretended not to notice what happened in T&I as long as she was handed the clean results when Shida-sensei was in charge, and during Ibiki's time, the scarred woman chalked it up to Godaime-sama's medical training. Medics always were a softer breed. That's why the few medics kept in-house in T&I Ibiki always cultivated and trained personally as she trusted no one else to the task. Medics were uncommon enough outside T&I; inside, they were precious metals to be smithed with (relative) gentleness. Their credo of "all life is sacred" and general empathy had to be beaten out carefully and in such a way they could still do their job.
She sensed the approach of someone else before she saw them, and before they spoke. "Yes?"
The chuunin bowed. "Message from the Tower, sir. Hokage-sama requests your presence post-haste."
Oh? A request from the Hokage almost always meant something troubling - which meant something fun. In her mind, Ibiki was grinning toothily in anticipation. On the outside, the slightly bored expression never changed. "Tell Deguchi I expect a report when she's done."
"Yes, sir," the chuunin messanger replied as Ibiki swept by.
~
Ibiki took the underground tunnels to the Tower. She preferred her sudden appearances; always entertaining to see a seasoned shinobi's expression to her sudden looming presence. Nothing like a shower of paperwork to feel welcome. Uncaring of the extra work the girl had to do, Ibiki simply strode to the office door and knocked sharply on the door, waiting for permission before entering.
"You sent for me, Hokage-sama?"
Ibiki watched impassively as one of the senior interrogators schooled a fresh-faced kid in the art of resisting torture. Those new to Torture and Interrogation were never given quite the same instruction as the previous crop. This way no one could ever prepare for what possibly lay down the road. And unlike some other departments, Ibiki encouraged a cutthroat, backstabbing environment even more vicious than intel. Certain traditions, unspoken as they were, needed to be upheld. And the best agents never, ever let their guard down. Even amongst those they could call their comrades and friends.
Such words had no meaning in this department. You used, or you were used. It didn't matter who you were. Even Ibiki herself was a tool to be used, if anyone ever got the balls to actually do something to her. As yet no one promising had come along.
More's the pity. She would've enjoyed meting out the special training that Shida-sensei had afflicted her with for the whole tenure of her time in T&I. At least until she had assumed command of the department herself.
(The theories as to whatever happened to Shida-sensei that she overheard always did give her the warm fuzzies.)
A narrowing of her eyes at how the kid in the room twitched and trembled and shrieked in her chair was all the displeasure Ibiki showed. The senior didn't even show that much; instead she simply used posture to display her disgust, and that was only for the benefit for those watching. The kid herself wasn't even actually being harmed; it was all a genjutsu.
Tsurude-sama generally didn't approve of the first-wave wash-outs being unable to work for the village in other ways. As Sarutobi-sama had mostly pretended not to notice what happened in T&I as long as she was handed the clean results when Shida-sensei was in charge, and during Ibiki's time, the scarred woman chalked it up to Godaime-sama's medical training. Medics always were a softer breed. That's why the few medics kept in-house in T&I Ibiki always cultivated and trained personally as she trusted no one else to the task. Medics were uncommon enough outside T&I; inside, they were precious metals to be smithed with (relative) gentleness. Their credo of "all life is sacred" and general empathy had to be beaten out carefully and in such a way they could still do their job.
She sensed the approach of someone else before she saw them, and before they spoke. "Yes?"
The chuunin bowed. "Message from the Tower, sir. Hokage-sama requests your presence post-haste."
Oh? A request from the Hokage almost always meant something troubling - which meant something fun. In her mind, Ibiki was grinning toothily in anticipation. On the outside, the slightly bored expression never changed. "Tell Deguchi I expect a report when she's done."
"Yes, sir," the chuunin messanger replied as Ibiki swept by.
~
Ibiki took the underground tunnels to the Tower. She preferred her sudden appearances; always entertaining to see a seasoned shinobi's expression to her sudden looming presence. Nothing like a shower of paperwork to feel welcome. Uncaring of the extra work the girl had to do, Ibiki simply strode to the office door and knocked sharply on the door, waiting for permission before entering.
"You sent for me, Hokage-sama?"