[Well, that's all the permission Ushahin needs. His eyes lose their focus as he scans through the minds he can feel all over the city. There's over seventy of them, so he takes a minute to find the one he's looking for. Ah, there it is. He sifts through Gojyo's mind carefully, taking care not to leave any signs that he's been there. This is meant to be a demonstration, not leave him screaming in pain.
He wants a very clear, memorable thought, something that will prove that he is what he says he is. He goes past the current time and the faces of the three companions and goes into the past. Down, down, down until he runs into a memory that holds a great deal of significance. He takes it in, observing it. Yes, this will do just fine. He comes out of Gojyo's mind slowly, the way out always like a ladder that must be climbed. His eyes refocus and there's a satisfied little smirk hovering around his lips. It feels like it's been an hour, but only about two minutes have passed in reality.]
Those scars you have on your face, Gojyo. You got them when your stepmother attacked you.
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He wants a very clear, memorable thought, something that will prove that he is what he says he is. He goes past the current time and the faces of the three companions and goes into the past. Down, down, down until he runs into a memory that holds a great deal of significance. He takes it in, observing it. Yes, this will do just fine. He comes out of Gojyo's mind slowly, the way out always like a ladder that must be climbed. His eyes refocus and there's a satisfied little smirk hovering around his lips. It feels like it's been an hour, but only about two minutes have passed in reality.]
Those scars you have on your face, Gojyo. You got them when your stepmother attacked you.