The Torture and Interrogation building is an unassuming building, not too different from the rest of the architecture of Konoha, but easily the most deadly. Ino stands next to her father, and looks up at the man "What are we doing at T&I? It's not bring your kid to work day is it?"
Inoochi chuckles at his daughter, "Ibiki makes it a point not to bring you children to work. However, given who your dad is, I managed to pull a few strings."
Ino looks over at her father again. "So what are we really doing here?" she follows her father into the building.
The main entrance is sparse. Well the torture and interrogation unit isn't exactly where someone wants to be Ino thinks to herself as she takes in the single desk and small bench in the corner. Anko is sitting at the desk, a stick of dango dangling from between her lips.
"Hey Yamanaka, and little Yamanaka." she greets cooly, not bothering to remove her feet from the desk.
"Working hard or hardly working, Mitarashi?" Inoichi jokes.
"Pissed off Ibiki, I'm on desk duty until further notice. Or until he realizes how much he misses me." the purple haired kunochi replies.
Ino smiles, Anko is so cool.
"So what brings the two Yamanakas to T&I this morning? " Anko inquires, removing her feet from the desk and leaning forward, not caring about the small pile of paperwork that she knocks off the desk in the process.
"Ino is working on mastering a few of her techniques, we figured that she could use a bit more training."
Anko raises her eyebrows, and Ino turns to her father. "Daddy, I'm not going to torture anyone am I?" she asks quickly.
A flash of bloodlust crosses Anko's eyes. "Starting early, Inoichi?"
Inoichi rolls his eyes and places a reassuring hand on Ino's shoulder. "No. This new batch of jonin need to learn about torture and interrogation."
Anko releases a knowing smile, "Going to release the kid on them? Those jonin don't know what's going to hit them."
"That's the hope." Inoichi chuckles.
"Well, I'll leave you to it." Anko replies.
Inoichi nods to Anko and Ino gives the older woman a wave.
Ino follows her father down the hallways of the Torture and Interrogation Unit. To her surprise, it's not the impending dungeon that she had imagined in her head, at least this part wasn't. This was the interrogation floor, the first level; everyone from petty thieves to enemy shinobi were brought to this level first. As the crimes and types of shinobi became more dangerous, violent, and unforgivable; they were moved deeper and deeper underground to the lower floors. The lowest level is Ibiki's domain.
Ino remembers a time when her father had forgotten his lunch and Ino brought it to his office. Her father's office is on the third floor with the rest of the Analysis Division, somewhere right in the middle of the entire building. As she and her father were exchanging small talk, there was a knock on Inoichi's door. Ibiki walked inside, a towel in his hand, stained red with blood as he cleaned his hands. There was a splatter of blood across his left cheek and more on the front of his shirt. "We're ready for you, Yamanaka."
She gulps as she follows her father down another hallway until they were behind the one-way window looking into an interrogation room. They stand side by side as they look at the five jounin hopefuls sitting at a table, Ibiki is obviously lecturing them. The man's back is to the window and when her father turns on the speaker, she hears the man's words.
"Torture and interrogation are a ninja's worst enemy. All of you are strong, through your careers as ninja you have proven that time and time again. A few of you have even had the displeasure of being tortured yourselves."
Two of the jounin winced visibly.
"There are few ninja who can handle the brutality of torture, even fewer that can handle the strain of psychological torture. Which is why we have invited Yamanaka Inoichi to lecture and maybe even demonstrate some type of psychological techniques."
"That's our que." Inoichi says to his daughter with a wink.
"Oh you mean we aren't going to be like Anko and come in before our introduction?" Ino inqures sarcastically.
Inoiochi smirks down at his daughter. "Why am I not surprised that Anko did that?"
"Because she is Anko." Ino follows her father into the interrogation room.
Inoichi watches his daughter walk in with all the confidence of an ANBU operative, but he knows his daughter; he can tell from the way that she taps the tips of her fingers to her thumbs in a rapid rhythm behind her back that she is nervous. The jounin before her are not proteges, they are the average or even above average age for a jounin operative, somewhere between 17 and 27.
"Alright rookies." Inoichi calls out.
All five fo the jounin hopefuls stand at attention at Inoichi's gruff voice, one or two them them pales.
"Why is your daughter here?" a female jounin asks; she is short and curvy, her black hair cut short, and her green eyes narrowed.
"The Yamanakas all have different versions of their techniques, obviously the mind transfer is not the only one." Inoichi replies.
"You're daughter is going to torture us?" a tall lanky man who looks like an Aburame with his goggle like glasses and tall coat.
Ibiki chuckled. "We don't start quite this young at T&I."
One of the jounin begins to clap his hands, a handsome youth with shaggy brown hair and an easy smile.
"I'm glad to hear that you are so impressed, Watanabe." Ibiki is obviously puzzled.
At the incredulous look of his fellow jounin the boy's tan cheeks turn pink in. "I have no idea why I did that. I just felt the need to clap."
Inoichi chuckles and looks down at his daughter. "Looks like Ino has already started. This technique allows the one gathering information to 'Hypnotize' the victim. Tell me Watannbe, did you feel a probing as if the idea of clapping was random, but you just felt like doing it?"
"I was hypnotized?" he asks.
"Hypnosis, makes the brain more open to suggestion. Now imagine if an enemy wanted you to tell them vital information?"
"What do we do?" the short, curvy girl asks. She is looking at Ino with a look of new found respect.
"The trick is to make yourself aware of your mind. Asks yourself why you want to do this? It depends on the shinobi, some can break through faster than others."
"Damn sweetheart." Wantabe says with a wink at Ino.
She blushes while Inoichi's eyes narrow.
He looks down at his daughter, "Let's get started."
Ino nods and the training begins.