Slug counters Jimmy's interrogation-genjutsu with 'regressive hypnosis.' Nevertheless, the outcome is ambiguous, resulting in Jim divulging minor details of what the shinobi already knows. Moreover, replies to direct questions diverge into extraneous subjects with analogous commonalities. Slug concludes 'Reverse Inquiry' is proving ineffectual or may even backfire if it isn't already, given Jim's brief synopsis of covert operations within the KCT (Konoha Cryptanalysis Team). Further scrutiny inside the confines of Jim's subconsciousness reveals half-truths, alterations of traumatic experiences, and mental barriers masquerading as conduits to his psyche.

As Slug navigates the various pitfalls safeguarding Jim's rationale, he realizes the false memories identical to authentic occurrences intertwine with subtle layers of genjutsu. Therefore, hijacking an interrogator's mind before implanting thoughts or suggestions without their knowledge. The alarming discovery raises the fine hairs on the back of Slug's neck, compelling him to cease his Regressive Hypnosis Technique.

'Unless… Kruger acquiesces incursive genjutsu as a medium to acquire sensitive Intel?' Slug deduces, uncertain if his fruitless endeavor remains inconspicuous; regardless, the Marine Contra's soulless gaze leaves no indication. Slug's training at the Konoha Torture and Interrogation Force enables him to maintain a primary defense against 'cerebral incursions' and identify corresponding tactics in use against him. However, Jim uses similar kinjutsu the Anbu employs to extract information from a victim's mind. 'So they undergo interrogation to establish incognizant sleeper cells within our ranks through inception.'

Sensing what seems to be a 'duel consciousness' present in Jim's body perplexes the shinobi yet elicits further insight into an 'autonomous procedure' that functions with 'semi-sentience.'

Hence, Slug cannot bypass the 'security apparatus' of 'interchangeable tesseracts' or interface with the 'operating system,' constituting Jim's 'cognitive fortifications.' "Release!" Slug rasps. The air ripples like a stone hitting a still pond. Electromagnetic waves reverberate through Slug, generating subtle vibrations that melt the afflicting genjutsu shroud from existence akin to a viscous sludge.

"It's as you proclaim, Dr. Kuriarare: 'You either die a hero or become the very thing you so despise.'"

'How long was I under?' Slug gasps as his visibility recovers, 'Did he extract any information from me?' He wonders, struggling to retain consciousness. 'Seconds felt like hours! Even if he had a dōjutsu, no way in hell would Kruger be capable of engineering countermeasures this intricate by himself. Without a doubt, this can ONLY be the handiwork of the Land of Keys. Yes, I'm certain of it!' The shinobi doubts Jim comprehends or is even aware of the 'auxiliary mechanism synchronizing his two distinct minds to operate in conjunction.' The former acts as a diversion. The latter can either 'sortie an intruder's brain with psychological incursions or render it into a permanent vegetative state.'

"Then, if you're not in disguise and you truly aren't Menma. How did The Sovereign Colonies locate any of the Hidden Villages, let alone successfully infiltrate the KCT? Those outsiders look nothing like natives to the Elemental Nations. You especially would've stuck out like a sore thumb anywhere in the Land of Fire, round eyes!"

Jim's eyebrow raises, "Is that so?"

'Perhaps not in the Land of Lightning, but even then, that's a stretch.' Slug takes a drag of the cigarette resting in his mouth. "Any sensor type worth their salt would've spotted someone using a Transformation Technique no matter how sophisticated it was."

"Hmm. Perchance, a demonstration will elucidate a broader interpretation, then?" The Contra uncrosses his arms, "Think of this technique as a complex variant of Chakra Absorption that extracts then seals the target's soul within a host. Analogous in every way to how one creates a jinchūriki, but from a different approach. Thus the user gains all knowledge and abilities of their victim." Jim chuckles, "You have no idea how fortunate we all are that the VCN could not perfect this jutsu."

In the blink of an eye, Jim speeds through dozens of 'foreign hand seals.' Slug almost mistakes the sequential blowback as a stray bullet ricocheting past his ear, "Arte Azteca Antiguo: Absorción Alma (Ancient Aztec Art: Soul Absorption)!" Thunderclouds erupt into a radiant tempest encompassing the three stone towers; booming cracks of lightning rupture the humid tropical skies. The fūinjutsu seal on Jim's abdomen illuminates through his armor and fatigues. Dense natural energy surges through Jim's body, levitating him off the ground as brilliant beams of blinding light flicker through his eyes and mouth.

The fabric of reality appears to whir and distort before tearing like an aluminum sheet. Through the small fissures, the petrifying axiom of the Immaterium engulfs Slug like the slithering tentacles of a Kraken. The boundless torrents of the Warp's madness manifest as a conscious membrane of chaotic 'psychic energy' and 'raw emotion' given physical form, a constant wailing nightmare of countless quivering silhouettes that the shinobi can all but describe as 'distinct translucent constructs of extradimensional beings from across time and space.' The eternal sea of alien spirits all crying out for their nonexistent deities to end their perpetual torment drives the shinobi to the brink of insanity.

The swirling vortex of corrupt 'senjutsu chakra' ceases condensing inside the seal on Jim's abdomen. Incorporeal orbs amass near his navel; Menma's soul materializes as a pale, gaunt corpse with piercing black voids for eyes and a mouth extending beyond natural proportions. The apparition screeches in agony as it stretches and contorts over Jim's body like cheap latex. Spherical waves of evil energy, brighter than a solar flare, discharge in all directions. The expanding apertures of the 'Immaterium' shatter like glass before the hordes of demonic beings can rush through into the physical world.

The impious ritual is over in seconds; a dark figure stands before Slug within the incandescent haze. As the interdimensional dust phases out of existence, the figure advances from the darkness. The shinobi's heart plummets into his stomach. Disturbing realization sucks the air from Slug's failing lungs, paralyzing him on the spot.

Slug stares in abhorrent disbelief, now able to comprehend the ambrosial irony of the Contra's blasphemous covert conspiracy. 'I never truly imagined how sonorous The SCAF's (Sovereign Colonies Armed Forces) intelligence networks operated within the Elemental Nations.' There 'Menma Namikaze: The Scarlet Terror' stands, youthful and vibrant as ever—a hideous transformation from elegance and lustful sin incarnate to the quiet, handsome teen of days gone. His long blond hair, braided into a ponytail, settles in the calming winds. Despite the passage of time, Menma's bright, balmy blue eyes and fair, delicate skin appears as pristine as the day of his resignation from Anbu black ops.

However, Slug knows that this unholy abomination is no more than a sick perversion of his nephew's memory. The inconsistencies are blatant; Menma should be much older and not possess the ruthless gaze of a drug lord and genocidal war criminal. "So THIS is how you damn 'Gaijen (outsiders)' were able to locate and infiltrate the hidden villages!?" Bound by an inconceivable and horrendous fate, no more than a confined consciousness. An imprisoned spectator powerless to stop a parasitic usurper from acting on their own accord, without sanction or decree of its host that Slug best delineates as, 'some sick fuck using my beloved nephew's body and soul as a Gigai (Faux Body).'

Jim dawning the Syndicate of Sovereign Republic's combat uniform defiles Menma's likeness with blatant treachery and villainous sentiment. Characteristics Slug knows his REAL nephew is incapable of, considering his indomitable Will of Fire, steadfast devotion, and loyalty to the Hidden Leaf. Though Jim is fluent in Japanese, he mocks Slug by speaking with a Spanish accent using Menma's voice. "We never wanted any of this, nor was it ever supposed to happen; however, desire's irrelevant. I take no pleasure in what I must do. Still, I do what I must to ensure humanity's survival by any means necessary. I was much weaker after losing my lower arm."

Jim pulls a 'cylindrical cartridge' from a pouch on his waist. "I knew it would be a matter of time before the Sealing Sages tried abducting my comrades or me again. Rather than face my sister, we went into hiding like scared children and took the mission to avoid capture and subjection to the Day-Breaker Initiative. Our past had finally caught up with us and forced my hand—no pun intended. Shinobi are regarded as heroes by their respective villages; nevertheless, heroes have to make sacrifices. Therefore, when asked for another, I hope you and Menma will both understand. It was never personal."

"The hell it isn't, you fucking bastard!" Jim's head tilts in curiosity as Slug becomes feral, trying to tear his limbs free from the pillar. "Menma, if there's anything left of you in there, then you know this is wrong. I know you were always a good kid; you must resist!"

After accruing enough chakra, Jim reloads the cylindrical cartridge into his pistol then aims, "No. Not—'good.' Never—'good.' After all, I'm only human. Goodbye, Dr. Kuriarare." He fires twice, severing Slug's arms from the pillar before firing once more. Teeth, brain matter, and skull fragments with clumps of hair on them fly everywhere as the upper half of the shinobi's head explodes. Slug's lifeless body plummets from the colossal stone tower into the darkness below.