Escaping the Mist Ninja starts with backstabbing your teacher.

Chapter 282 The Sealed Scroll is Obtained

The streets of Konoha were permeated with an atmosphere of outward relaxation but inward tension, which was reflected in the tense feeling in the hurried steps of every pedestrian.

The patrol rotation frequency has been significantly increased, and members of the secret service are silently rising and falling on the rooftops.

The vendors on the street corner still had their stalls set up as usual, but their eyes were no longer trying to attract customers; instead, they were nervously scanning every stranger who passed by.

The entire village was like a wild beast that had realized it was wounded, its every nerve on edge.

A tall, slender man with black hair strolled leisurely through the shopping street.

His face was quite ordinary, with a low nose bridge and slightly wide cheekbones; he was the kind of person you wouldn't notice if you threw him into a crowd.

The pupils are dark brown and have no characteristics of any pupil magic.

He was half a head shorter than Izumikawa originally, and subtle adjustments to his skeletal structure made his gait completely different from before.

By adjusting his bone structure with his bone veins, changing his skin appearance with his flesh and blood control, and adding a pair of colored contact lenses, he transformed himself into another person in less than a quarter of an hour.

It's not a chakra disguise like a transformation technique that dissipates at the slightest touch, but a physical reconstruction from bones to skin.

Any sensory ninja who scans the area will only see an ordinary Konoha villager.

He walked slowly along the commercial street, his gaze sweeping calmly over everything around him.

The shift change schedule of the Anbu patrol teams, the location of the Root remnants, and the security density around the Hokage Building.

This information was already clearly marked in the nameless system of eight thousand spears.

He walked the streets of Konoha himself, feeling the familiar chakra fluctuations in the air, observing the village from the sidelines.

Konoha's sensory barrier was no secret to him; the Eight Thousand Spears System used a virtual helmet to reverse-locate the daily activity trajectories of dozens of Konoha ninjas.

By superimposing these trajectories, the distribution of the barrier's sensor nodes, the frequency of defense switching, and the location of blind spots will automatically appear.

The path beneath his feet passed right through the gap between three blind spots.

As for the means of entry and exit, Obito's right Kamui eye can freely enter and exit, and his left Kamui eye can do the same.

Konoha's proud defensive system was like an old map with its coordinates repeatedly drawn in front of him.

Every shortcut and every loophole is clearly marked.

Moreover, he also possesses Shisui's eyes, the Mangekyou Sharingan in his palms, radiating a cool touch, integrated with his chakra pathways.

Kotoamatsukami, the strongest illusion technique!

It is currently lying dormant within his body. It doesn't need to be activated; its very existence is enough to amplify the illusion to a certain extent.

All pupil-level detection abilities below the kaleidoscope level are silently distorted when they approach him.

Like a person standing in front of their reflection in water, what others see is always the reflection, not their true outline.

He walked through the commercial street and passed the entrance to the ninja school.

The school gates were closed, and the shuriken targets on the playground were still there, but the glass that had been shattered by the shockwave yesterday evening had not yet been replaced and was temporarily nailed up with wooden boards.

Several members of the secret service patrolled the rooftop, their gazes sweeping over his head without lingering.

He continued walking and passed the entrance of Ichiraku Ramen. The door was open, but there were only two customers inside.

The middle-aged man was bending over wiping the counter, his face devoid of its usual cheerful smile.

After all, everyone is aware of changes in their surroundings, and street vendors are the most obvious example.

The ninjas who came to eat noodles were all in a hurry, and there wasn't even any casual conversation. It was too obvious.

He turned his gaze away and looked towards the Hokage Building.

According to the data just updated by the anonymous source, the Third Generation is in his office discussing the wording for the briefing with Shikaku.

The secret intelligence unit is fully assessing the impact of the anonymous platform, while the remnants of the Root organization remain in disarray after being temporarily reorganized.

The sealing room of the Hokage Building is located at the underground entrance at the end of the corridor.

The Book of Seals he needed was right there; its space-time teleportation ability with the Flying Thunder God Technique perfectly compensated for the fact that only he could use Kamui.

While he had no interest in mass-producing zombies through the Impure World Reincarnation technique, the ability to summon the dead and bind souls might prove useful in dealing with a schemer like Black Zetsu who had lived for thousands of years.

He stopped under a cherry blossom tree that had been half-cut by the shockwave, raised his hand to press down the brim of his hat, and a very faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This wasn't his first time infiltrating Konoha, but this time, Konoha held no secrets for him.

Standing still, he checked his surroundings and gently pressed the portable communicator behind his ear.

His voice was low and his tone was steady, as if he were confirming a daily task list rather than about to infiltrate the Hokage Building, the head of the Five Great Ninja Villages.

"Nameless, report the latest developments in Konoha, the location of the Third Hokage and Shikaku, the density of Anbu patrols, and the security situation around the sealing chamber."

An anonymous voice came from the communicator, with the faint sound of keyboard typing mixed in the background.

Her tone remained calm and normal, but her speaking speed was slightly faster than usual, clearly indicating that she was simultaneously refreshing real-time data on multiple chakra screens.

"The Third Hokage is still in the Hokage's office. Shikaku has gone to the Daimyo's residence in the Land of Fire after the meeting and is not expected to return to Konoha before tomorrow evening."

"The density of the secret patrols has increased by 30 percent compared to last night, mainly concentrated on the outskirts of the village and the direction of the ruins. The security inside the Hokage Building remains at the normal level."

"The remnants of Root are still in a period of chaos during the handover of command. After Yamanaka Fu was suspended from his duties, he was temporarily taken over by the Anbu. At present, Root's actual combat strength is zero."

"You chose the perfect time window. Danzo has just been confined, and the Anbu are focused on external defense and intelligence assessment. The Hokage Building is actually the most relaxed place inside."

"The sealing room is located on the first basement floor of the Hokage Building, at the end of the corridor, and the entrance is secured with a standard sealing lock."

"I have reverse-analyzed the chakra frequency of the alarm system using the Eight Thousand Spears system, and I can synchronize it with you in real time. I will notify you in advance if there are any abnormal fluctuations."

"Furthermore, the genjutsu deflection effect has already begun to take effect at the chakra detection level."

"Just now, three members of the Dark Detective Team, who are skilled in perception, were conducting a routine scan near the commercial street. When they scanned your area, the detection signal was slightly deflected, but they didn't notice it at all."

"In your current state, as long as you don't directly run into the Third Hokage himself, the sensory barrier of the Hokage Building is like a transparent sheet to you."

"Where is the Third Hokage?" Izumi's gaze swept across the street and landed on the roof of the Hokage Building in the distance.

The setting sun was slowly sinking behind Fire Shadow Rock, casting an increasingly dark bronze hue over the building's outline.

"He's still in his office, personally drafting his speech for the briefing. The secret intelligence unit sends in a list of anonymous platform users every now and then."

"Our initial assessment is that he will not leave his office tonight. The briefing is scheduled for tomorrow morning, and he needs to prepare his diplomatic statements on his own in Lu Jiu's absence."

"The entrance to the sealing chamber is on the basement floor of the Hokage Building, at the end of the corridor. You have plenty of time to act tonight. The patrol shift change schedule has been synchronized to your portable terminal."

Izumi switched the communicator to standby mode and slowly shifted his gaze from the direction of the Hokage Building to the Ichiraku Ramen restaurant that was still open at the end of the shopping street.

The middle-aged man was bending over wiping the counter. There was only one customer left in the store: a blond-haired boy slumped over the table.

There was a steaming bowl of ramen in front of him, but he wasn't eating it; he was just unconsciously stirring the noodles in the bowl with his chopsticks.

It was none other than Naruto Uzumaki, the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki and son of the Fourth Hokage.

He seemed quieter than he was yesterday at the ninja academy gate, unusually quiet.

Izumi didn't walk over; he just stood under the cherry blossom tree and looked in that direction for a moment before turning around and walking in the opposite direction from the Hokage Building.

He found a teahouse not far from the Hokage Building, sat down by the window, and ordered a pot of sencha (simmered tea).

As night slowly fell, the lights of Konoha came on one by one, but the atmosphere in the village remained heavy.

As the number of pedestrians on the street dwindled, the footsteps of the patrol team echoed particularly clearly on the stone pavement.

Izumi picked up his teacup, his gaze passing over the rim and landing on the roof of the Hokage Building.

He is waiting.

As night deepened, as the patrol team completed their next shift change, and as the third generation of the family became completely absorbed in his prepared remarks for the briefing, the situation became clear.

He would then enter the underground passage from the abandoned drainage ditch on the east side of the Hokage Building, pass through two corridors, open a sealing lock, and get what he wanted.

The entire process will take no more than half an hour.

As night deepened, the lights in Konoha went out one by one, leaving only a few lonely lights still shining in the windows of the Hokage Building.

Izumikawa leisurely finished his last sip of sencha in the teahouse, placed a few coins on the table, and got up to leave.

He didn't try to hide his figure; his pace was neither hurried nor slow, and his demeanor was as relaxed as if he were taking a walk in his own yard after dinner.

Wuming had already synchronized the patrol routes and shift schedules of the Dark Guard to his portable terminal in real time. The security deployment inside the Hokage Building was as clear as a map printed on the inside of his eyelids.

He walked through the commercial street, bypassed the back alley of the ninja academy, and avoided the mobile sentries who had just changed shifts in the direction of the Naga River. It took him less than 15 minutes to reach the east side of the Hokage Building.

There was an abandoned drainage ditch, its entrance mostly obscured by weeds that grew year-round, and the iron fence was rusty.

With a gentle push of his fingertip along the edge of the fence, several corroded bolts fell off silently, and the fence slid open inwards, creating a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.

He slid in sideways, his boots making no sound as they touched the damp flagstones.

The corridor on the basement level was illuminated by only a few low-power chakra lamps, the light dim and steady.

The sealing chamber was at the end of the corridor, with a heavy iron door covered with dense sealing patterns.

Izumi stood in front of the door, raised his right hand, and the chakra in his palm transformed into several extremely fine threads, which pierced into the core nodes of the sealing lock layer by layer according to the frequency that the nameless had already analyzed.

Half an hour later, the last seal was silently released, and the iron gate slowly slid inward.

The Book of Seals lay quietly on the scroll rack in the center of the stone platform, its massive surface covered with dark yellow marks left by the passage of time.

Izumi didn't rush to touch it. He first used his Byakugan vision to scan from the outer layer of the reel to the inner layer, confirming that there were no hidden trigger-type sealing traps on the reel.

Then he reached out and gently pressed his fingertips against the wax seal on the scroll's cover. The chakra in his palm, like countless tiny tentacles, simultaneously pierced into every technique structure recorded within the scroll.

Flying Thunder God Technique, Impure World Reincarnation, Eight Gates Formation, Reaper Death Seal, Spirit Transformation Technique —

The forbidden and secret techniques recorded in the scroll unfolded one by one in his mind.

The chakra flow path, hand seal sequence, and technique structure of each technique are broken down into the most basic chakra flow units under the Byakugan's vision, and then synchronously recorded by the Eight Thousand Spears system.

Just as the structure of the Flying Thunder God Technique was completely analyzed, footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

This wasn't a routine patrol that Wuming had warned about beforehand; the rhythm of these footsteps was off.

Each step was taken with great care, a pace that one instinctively slows down when under extreme tension.

Izumi didn't turn around. He gently closed the Book of Seals and placed it back in the center of the stone platform, even restoring the angle of the wax seal on the title page to how it was before it was opened.

Then he turned around and faced the ANBU member holding a kunai in the corridor.

He was a young man who looked to be under twenty years old, with dark brown hair and wearing a standard mask from the Dark Side. However, his jawline was taut, and the tip of his kunai was pointed directly at Izumi's throat.

He saw Izumi's eyes, dark brown pupils, without any pupil-related features.

His shoulders relaxed slightly, and the tip of his kunai blade shifted downwards by half an inch.

"Which class are you in? This is a restricted area. No one is allowed to enter without the Hokage's authorization. State your number and name."

Izumikawa did not answer. He raised his right hand, palm facing the direction of the ANBU member.

A faint emerald green light appeared on the surface of the skin on the palm, and the Mangekyou Sharingan of the True Water Realm slowly opened beneath the skin.

The member of the dark unit stiffened abruptly, and the kunai slipped from his fingers, bounced on the ground, and made a crisp sound.

The illusion didn't create any terrifying hallucinations for him; it simply allowed him to see the person he trusted most for a fleeting moment.

Perhaps it was his captain, or perhaps it was the Third Hokage himself, standing in front of him.

He nodded slightly to him and said, "Leave this to me, you go patrol the next area."

His expression shifted from alert to relaxed. He bent down to pick up the kunai and put it back in his ninja tool bag, then turned around and walked down the corridor in another direction.

His pace returned to the rhythm of his patrol, and he gave the back of the neck a light pinch.

He muttered something only he could hear, as if he was confused by his inexplicable nervousness.

Izumi withdrew his right hand, and the emerald green light patterns on his palm slowly disappeared beneath his skin.

He turned around and glanced one last time at the Book of Seals on the stone platform, making sure there were no signs of it being touched, before leaving the sealing chamber and closing the iron door behind him.

The sealing patterns behind him were reactivated layer by layer, returning to their original state.

Returning along the same route, passing through the drainage ditch, and returning to the ground, moonlight was shining down from the direction of Fire Shadow Rock, illuminating the deserted stone-paved street of the commercial district.

He walked past the entrance of Ichiraku Ramen, where Naruto was no longer present, and continued through the shopping street, heading towards the outskirts of Konoha Village.

An anonymous voice came through the portable communicator behind his ear, calm and composed: "Scan complete."

"The structures of all techniques, including Flying Thunder God Technique, Impure World Reincarnation, Eight Gates Formation, Reaper Death Seal, and Spirit Transformation Technique, have been fully analyzed and synchronized to the Eight Thousand Spears System for encrypted storage."

"The security situation inside the Hokage Building has returned to normal. The unusual emotional fluctuation of that Anbu member has been marked by the Eight Thousand Spears System."

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"The system analysis concluded that the inattention was caused by mild fatigue and was not included in the anomaly report by the shift leader. You left no trace during this infiltration."