The idea of text moving of its own accord was tempting enough to almost make Masakazu suspend disbelief in favor of the genjutsu. But he had never been a fan of genjutsu; the art of making one's senses lie. He decided the obviousness of the false perception made it tolerable.

Masa considered the problem posed to him, not responding to what his senior conspirator was saying for a while.

"The girl knows poisons, doesn't she?" Masakazu asked, eventually. He had forgotten her name. "Have her make something non-lethal; something to distract or incapacitate for long enough they don't notice us leave. Find a way to make the tower guard or both consume it. Laced dart or arrow? Henge? Or we could try convincing them they fell asleep and their shift is ending. That would be more a trick for you though. Hard to genjutsu both."

Masa didn't bother pointing out he wasn't much use with this sort of subterfuge. Or most sorts. It was a large part of why he'd taken up cryptography. But he suspected one-time pads wouldn't be much use to their party any time soon, and this genjutsu nin and the girl would be their strongest in stealth for a while.

Absently, he wondered whether the gender ratio would upset their group's coordination. Masakazu had never been a follower of the teen romantic dramas that developed in school, but he did not hold out much hope that adults were any more mature about it.

The annoyance of the genjutsu kept Masa from losing track of the conversation, despite his mental wandering.