"--Damn it."

He hoped that maybe outside influence could cut through whatever the man was seeing, but looks like he was lost in the illusion the longer he was in the water.

Still, that was what plan B was for.

Pulling back the rope, he looped it around the rock and his waist-- tying himself into it. Okay, good for if the guy tried to drag him in--

--He was ignoring that growing fog that seemed to overtake the water's surface. If he looked in too deep he'd see his own memories and then what could they do? They'd both end up trapped.

It was another reason he tied himself up, honestly. Less chance of getting sucked in--

Speaking of which--

Reaching into his satchel, he pulled out a iron bar-- one he had bought 'just in case', but hadn't thought of what to make it into yet.

Holding his hands at either end, the bar began to levitate between his palms, and stretch--stretch, thin out--

Longer, curving it at the end--

--An iron rod with a hook end.

"Alright--"

And this is when Ryotaro Dojima could be seen, trying to fish the flailing man out of the water, by trying to hook his clothing or an arm or something--