In mythology, Yasaka no Magatama was the god who presided over rituals.
Its Dōjutsu effect was to replace the clothes people wore!
Of course... wearing nothing was a form of clothing too, the most primal garment nature bestowed upon all living things!
A-Juan kept her right eye half covered, colors swirling in her pupil. "Kekeke, under this eye's power, no one gets to stay well dressed!"
The clothes of every fully armed Root member wearing a Gas Mask vanished... confiscated by A-Juan!
Any nonliving thing in contact with the skin counted as clothing, and objects carried inside clothes counted as part of the clothes themselves!
Under those rules, even ninja tools were not spared!
Tobi laughed. "Not bad~ [You've got some tricks.]"
A-Juan murmured, "Too bad I only just awakened this eye. There are too few clothing materials in the Tamanooyanomikoto Clothing Vault, or I could have had even more fun..."
"..." Hinata's face burned crimson. She had been planning to join the fight, but now she did not even dare open her eyes.
Clothes were a person's dignity. If someone fought with everything exposed, I doubt even Madara Uchiha could have danced at ease, right?
So it was easy to imagine how utterly the Root members before them fell apart!
"Impossible! What kind of technique is this???"
"We can't fight like this!"
"What are you panicking for? Root ninja aren't even afraid of death! Why fear a little thing like this?"
"But Captain, you're shaking!"
The ninja leading this operation, whose Root codename was Otohime, said coldly, "Of course I am! Unlike you hairy-legged bastards, I'm a woman! How am I supposed to face everyone in Root after this?"
"Captain..."
"Enough! You, crouching over there, get up!"
This was a hastily assembled team, so most of them did not