The air on the platform seemed to have frozen. Tobirama Senju stared at Ling with his hawklike eyes, offering no immediate answer. In the distance, the energy surging from the Forbidden Chamber grew increasingly unstable, like a heart on the verge of exploding, every beat tugging at everyone's nerves.
"The method is dangerous." Tobirama finally spoke, his voice so low the wind almost tore it apart. "You need to actively connect to that Beacon-not passively receive from it as you did before, but open yourself completely and let it become an extension of your perception. Then I'll use a variation of Flying Thunder God: Guiding Thunder to 'send' your consciousness into the seal... like throwing a kunai, directly into Sasuke's mental realm."
Ling's throat bobbed. It sounded like tearing off a piece of his own soul and tossing it into a meat grinder. He could feel cold sweat seeping down his back.
"What happens once I'm inside?" he asked, his voice steadier than he had expected.
"Find an anchor." Tobirama spoke quickly and clearly. "Whatever remains of Sasuke's own will, or the obsession buried deepest within his Sharingan. Use your power of purification to resonate with it. Even if there's only a sliver of light, protect it. That will become a foothold against the Sacred Lord's encroachment. At the same time..." He paused, a flicker of brutally cold calculation crossing his eyes. "Use the structural diagrams I just gave you to find the 'nodes' through which the dark power flows, and try to disrupt them. Remember, you're not going in to purify everything. That's impossible. You're going in to create chaos and tear open a gap for us outside."
He looked at Tsunade and Hashirama. "Brother, little Tsuna, the instant you see any sign of an opening inside, drive your