Eyes could deceive the brain, leading it to make false judgments about the reality it saw.
Uchiha Naori understood these simple principles. The Sharingan, which the Uchiha clan took such pride in, perfectly exemplified them.
When she stepped onto the winding wooden staircase, twisting like a long dragon, and reached the floor where Illusion Techniques were kept, a flicker of surprise gathered in the girl's eyes as she looked at the smooth wooden boards, gleaming like mirrors. Reflected clearly within that mirrored world were all manner of scrolls, neatly arranged in orderly rows upon the bookshelves.
But as she entered this world, the layered mirror surfaces suddenly shattered, restoring the wooden boards to their original color—a weathered pale yellow, just like the God Tree.
So it was an Illusion Technique.
Sensing the faint chakra drifting through the air, the girl standing on the wooden steps pressed her lips into a thin line and smiled lightly to herself.
She could not help but wonder whether the other floors held such little surprises as well.
Would they be ninjutsu?
Or perhaps forbidden techniques?
Naori lightly pressed down with her toes, lifting her heel delicately and concentrating her weight onto a single point. She sensed the fluctuation rising from deep beneath the floor, disrupting the chakra within her body.
The God Tree truly was wondrous.
Having discovered another detection method used by the Jutsu Library, the girl quietly marveled before walking toward the shelves lined with scrolls.
"Clan Head, it seems we—"
"Shh."
Yamanaka Inoritsu, wearing a special device on his head, lifted his brow slightly to ease the strange pressure weighing on his head.
They had been exposed long ago over the past few days.
At this stage, anyone capable of earning Alliance points and reaching the upper floors was no ordinary