Inside the secret chamber, the instant the Four Kage stepped inside, their breathing hitched in unison.
Twelve altars, twelve floating scrolls.
Each one radiated an ancient and profound sealing jutsu aura, those circulating rays of light seeming to recount the thousand-year wisdom and heritage of the Uzumaki Clan.
This is... Greed burst forth in the eyes of the Third Raikage.
That's right... this is what we've been looking for.
Ōnoki hovered before an altar, the white light of Dust Release flickering faintly in his palm, though this time not for attack, but used for perception:
Wrapped around every single scroll are multiple layers of composite seals.
Bloodline identification, soul resonance, knowledge screening... The old fogeys of Uzumaki guarded this tightly indeed.
The Mizukage walked over to the nearest altar and reached out toward that alloy scroll gleaming with a metallic luster—
The moment her fingers touched the scroll, they passed right through.
Etherealization? The Mizukage narrowed her eyes. Not physical... or rather, it only manifests a physical form when specific conditions are met.
Just like what I encountered before.
Ōnoki said in a deep voice, These seals aren't defense; they are "screening."
Only those who pass the screening can truly touch the scrolls and read the knowledge within.
The Kazekage manipulated iron sand, attempting to wrap it around another silk scroll.
The iron sand passed right through as well, as though it were merely a holographic projection.
Troublesome... The Kazekage withdrew his iron sand. Brute-force cracking might destroy the scroll itself.
So we need professionals. Ōnoki turned around and barked toward the outside of the secret chamber, Sealing Corps—come in!
Several Iwagakure Sealing Corps elites walked in briskly, closely followed by Kirigakure, Kumogakure, and Sunagakure ninja from the Allied Forces who excelled in sealing jutsu.
These were all the sealing