"Nine Mask Svāhā..." The Third Hokage let out a long sigh and ultimately did not try to dissuade him further.
He knew Haotian was not a reckless person. Since he insisted on this, he must have had his reasons.
He formed hand seals with both hands and muttered an incantation. A faint glow spread across the section of the Scroll of Seals containing "Nine Mask Svāhā." The previously blurred text gradually became clear, revealing the complete technique and its method of cultivation.
Haotian held his breath, his gaze blazing as he greedily absorbed every word and every illustration.
An indescribable power stirred within him, resonating with the words on the scroll.
It was as though he stood amid primordial chaos. Nine enormous faces emerged in the void, each emanating a different aura—compassionate, enraged, tranquil, violent...
So this is... Ghidorah's power... Haotian thought, a surge of indescribable excitement rising within him.
He knew this Forbidden Technique was not as simple as it appeared. It had some mysterious connection to the Ghidorah within his body.
He could hardly wait to master this technique and uncover Ghidorah's true power.
Time slipped away unnoticed. Haotian immersed himself in studying the technique, utterly oblivious to everything outside.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally committed Nine Mask Svāhā's cultivation method to memory. The text on the scroll gradually dimmed, returning to its original blurred state.
Haotian slowly opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flickering within them.
He took a deep breath and gave the Third Hokage a slight nod.
"Have you learned it?" the Third Hokage asked kindly.
"Yes, Lord Hokage," Haotian answered respectfully.
"Very good." The Third Hokage nodded in satisfaction. "I hope you will use this technique well, protect Konoha, and embody the Will of Fire." As he spoke, a benevolent smile