He continued sneaking toward the room, weaving through the flower beds like a snake, his movements nimble and stealthy...
Reaching the room, he gently pushed the door open a crack, and a musty smell hit him.
He held his breath and quickly scanned the room. Once he confirmed no one was inside, he slipped in.
The room was piled with all sorts of clutter-wooden crates, bamboo baskets, and battered furniture-which provided excellent cover.
He quickly looked around and spotted a worn Uchiha clan robe in a corner, probably put away by a servant while cleaning.
Tobirama immediately got to work. He picked up the robe, quickly draped it over a piece of broken furniture, then rummaged through a wooden crate for a straw hat and placed it on top.
Then he picked up a wooden stick and braced it against the ground, deliberately leaving a trail of footprints of varying depths outside the storeroom door, leading toward the wall on the western side of the main courtyard.
With everything in place, Tobirama silently left the storeroom, circled behind it, and moved along the wall toward the master bedroom.
Just as he was about to continue, he suddenly sensed a faint movement beneath his feet-not footsteps, but a slight tremor in the dust on the ground, as though something was moving on the other side of the wall.
Tobirama stopped dead. Every muscle in his body instantly tensed, and his pupils contracted to pinpoints. His heart pounded in his chest as an intense sense of danger washed over him.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the wall beside him. It was a stone wall, roughly half a foot thick, and on the other side lay the passage through the main courtyard.
Could it be...
He dared not finish the