Seimei pondered as he continued to inscribe the sealing array.
After about half an hour, he finally completed the depiction of all the curse patterns and techniques.
Putting away his brush and ink, Seimei took a deep breath, then raised his hand to form a seal, activating the "Mark of Self-Binding Curse" on the ground.
No, at this point, it should be called the "Array of Self-Binding Curse"!
As a vast amount of chakra poured in, the curse patterns on the ground began to writhe rapidly. Eventually, they transformed into nine pitch-black chains that coiled around Shamu's limbs, neck, and the four sides of his waist—front, back, left, and right.
Unconscious, Shamu was forced to stand upright, his body suspended mid-air by the chains extending from the ground and walls, as if he were being executed.
Dense black curse marks appeared and vanished on his skin, seamlessly integrating him with the surrounding sealing array.
"Ugh..."
A groan of pain escaped Shamu's lips as he slowly regained consciousness.
His eyes were filled with confusion as he looked around the empty basement.
Then, seeing Seimei standing before him, he instantly became alert, readying himself in a defensive stance.
Unfortunately, the moment he tried to move, the nine black chains binding him glowed faintly, working in unison with the curse marks on his body to immobilize him completely.
"This is..."
Looking down at the chains constraining him, Shamu's face turned grim. "A sealing array?"
Although it was phrased as a question, his tone was certain.
Clearly, as the son of the former leader of Takigakure Village, his knowledge was vast enough to immediately grasp the situation.
However, merely recognizing it was useless; he needed the ability to break free.
But could he do that?
The answer was obviously no.
He wasn't some kind of prodigy, and his knowledge of sealing techniques was superficial at best.
Attempting to decipher and dismantle an unfamiliar and high-level sealing array was pure wishful thinking.
Besides, this array had been perfected by Seimei to a flawless state, with no loopholes to exploit. Breaking it in a short time was impossible.
As for the Seven-Tails sealed within him...
Seimei wasn't worried about its interference.
Among all the tailed beasts, only the One-Tail Shukaku and Eight-Tails Gyūki were knowledgeable about human ninjutsu and sealing techniques.
The other tailed beasts, despite their immense power and intelligence rivaling that of humans, were still mere "brutes" when it came to technical skills.
Therefore, Seimei was confident that the Seven-Tails wouldn't be able to help Shamu break free from the array.
In other words, for the foreseeable future, Shamu would remain trapped by the "Array of Self-Binding Curse."
After confirming this, Seimei finally relaxed.
Without paying any further attention to Shamu's grim expression, he turned and left the underground chamber.
At the entrance of the tunnel, Seimei crossed his hands to form the "Ram" seal, performing the "Shadow Clone Jutsu."
Poof!
Amidst a puff of chakra smoke, a figure identical to him appeared.
Seimei nodded at his clone. "From now on, you'll be stationed here. Contact me immediately if anything happens."
"Understood."
The shadow clone, inheriting his taciturn nature, responded simply before turning to enter a small room nearby, which Seimei had specifically prepared.
Indeed, from the very beginning, Seimei never intended to leave Shamu here alone.
While it was highly unlikely for Shamu to break free from the "Array of Self-Binding Curse," Seimei didn't want to leave anything to chance.
Moreover, he needed someone to periodically extract the tailed beast chakra accumulating within Shamu.
If he were to do it himself, it would be cumbersome, although not particularly difficult.
With a shadow clone, however, it became much simpler.
The clone could transfer the extracted chakra to him by dispelling itself. Though there would be some loss of chakra in the process, it was a minor sacrifice.
With this approach, Seimei only needed to periodically send shadow clones to maintain the operation.
The only question left was: How much chakra could he harvest daily?
He found his answer the next evening.
Two hundred thousand!
That's right—200,000 chakra points per day.
Compared to the immense chakra reserves of a tailed beast, 200,000 points a day wasn't much; in fact, it was relatively little.
This was because the Seven-Tails had sensed Seimei's intentions. Even after Seimei partially unsealed the "Four Symbols Seal," the tailed beast withheld most of its chakra.
The 200,000 points were merely what naturally leaked out.
As for forcing the seal open even further...
That was out of the question.
If the Seven-Tails had any sense, it would wait until the seal was sufficiently weakened before launching a desperate counterattack.
Although Seimei had the Mangekyō Sharingan and wasn't particularly afraid of such a rebellion—and he might even harvest more chakra in the process—he preferred a safer, more consistent gain of 200,000 points daily.
This daily income was almost one-fifth of his current chakra recovery rate.
With this additional chakra, he could significantly accelerate the growth of his abilities.
That day, Seimei allocated the 200,000 points strategically:
"Water Style: Great Exploding Water Colliding Wave" received an additional 63,000 points, increasing its daily allocation from 87,000 to 150,000 points, raising its proficiency gain from 725 to 1,250 points. "Earth Style: Earth Flow River" was boosted by 60,000 points, bringing its daily total to 100,000 points and doubling its proficiency gain from 400 to 1,000 points. "Genjutsu: Bringer-of-Darkness Technique" received 50,000 more points, doubling its chakra allocation from 50,000 to 100,000, and its proficiency gain from 415 to 830 points. Finally, the remaining 27,000 points were invested in "Nirvana Temple Technique," increasing its daily chakra from 50,000 to 77,000 points and its proficiency gain from 415 to 640 points.
With this strategic investment, all his abilities would grow at a faster rate.
All that remained was to continue his training and wait for the "Eight Trigrams Seal" to reach perfection in about a month.
Clearing his mind of distractions, Seimei double-checked that everything was in order at the frontline camp before retreating to a secluded part of the island.
There stood a wooden cabin he had recently built.
Entering the cabin without a word, Seimei collapsed onto the bed and fell fast asleep.
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