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Kirito paused at the far end of the Hokage building corridor. His senses flared as the faint pulse of chakra resonated from another sealed chamber—this one less protected, yet filled with valuable scrolls and official records.
Excellent. This will give me more insight into kekkei genkai distribution, medical jutsus, and political strategies… everything I need for my experiments and control, he thought.
He signaled to three shadow clones, who silently phased into the chamber, blending with the shadows.
"Clone Alpha, scan for hidden fuinjutsu," he whispered. "I want every trap, every seal, and every protective measure mapped. Beta and Gamma, begin documenting scrolls and official records—medical files, clan registries, kekkei genkai research, and restricted jutsu scrolls."
The clones nodded and dispersed inside the chamber. Kirito's eyes glowed faintly as he synchronized his chakra core with theirs. Every motion, every observation, streamed back into his mind.
Uzumaki sealing techniques… Hyuga chakra control studies… Senju enhancements… forbidden jutsu… he muttered softly, scanning the streams of data.
One clone paused over a scroll detailing the hybridization experiments Orochimaru had conducted on experimental subjects. Kirito's lips curved slightly.
This will be useful… but I must replicate without risk.
He leaned closer, forming tiny invisible seals above the scrolls to prevent accidental activation. His fingers traced the air, adding chakra signatures that could stabilize the scrolls and neutralize hidden alarms.
"Clone Beta, focus on the genetic experiment notes," he whispered. "Capture every sequence, every injection formula, and every chakra augmentation. We will reconstruct these later in controlled simulations."
The clone's form shimmered as it read the scroll, its chakra-enhanced perception allowing it to record subtle energy flows invisible to normal eyes.
Kirito's mind cataloged them, comparing sequences against Hashirama cell experiments and Uchiha DNA data. If I combine these safely, controlled, I could create a stable DNA integration… but I need to refine containment methods first.
He paused, listening for movement in the corridors. Only the faint echoes of the night guards' footsteps reached his ears. Perfect timing. Minimal interference. My clones are sufficient.
Another scroll contained official mission reports, including forbidden techniques retrieved from past missions, the use of sealing jutsus on dangerous artifacts, and chakra suppression procedures. Kirito's eyes lit up.
"Clone Gamma, photograph the mission logs," he instructed. "Pay special attention to sealing methods used. Cross-reference with the fuinjutsu patterns in my lab. Every variation is potentially valuable."
As the clone moved, Kirito's mind simultaneously analyzed the data streams from the previous chamber. He began cross-referencing jutsu compatibility, calculating chakra cost, potential dangers, and possibilities for replication.
Flying Thunder God with chakra-core enhancement… Edo Tensei integration… Uzumaki seals… If I replicate these in a controlled environment, I could safely simulate dangerous techniques…
Hours passed as the clones continued their work. Kirito added additional layers of chakra-encoded metadata to every scroll and document, ensuring he could reconstruct them perfectly later.
He whispered to himself: "Everything here… every scroll, every record, every sealed technique… is now mine. My clones are my eyes and hands, my core is my power… no one will notice a thing."
Finally, the chamber was thoroughly recorded. Kirito dispelled his clones in sequence, retrieving the streams of knowledge directly into his mind and chakra storage.
Complete. All jutsus, all notes, all secrets… captured and secured.
He lingered for a moment, reviewing in his mind the array of information: Uzumaki sealing patterns, Senju enhancements, forbidden jutsus, clan DNA files, and mission archives. Each piece formed a mosaic, a network of knowledge far beyond what any single ninja could hold.
The scroll of seals, the hidden chamber… two years of preparation, perfect synchronization of clones, mastery of fuinjutsu… everything comes together now.
With a final wave of his hand, Kirito erased all traces of entry—seals, sound, chakra, scent, and even temporal imprints. The chamber remained untouched, as if he had never been there.
He crouched by the window, watching the village lights flicker below, the night quiet and unaware of the secrets he had harvested.
Tomorrow, the real work begins. Integration, experimentation, replication… and eventually, control.
Kirito melted into the shadows, leaving the chamber pristine, the data secured in his mind, and his clones fully dispelled. The village slept, oblivious, as one of its silent masters cataloged secrets that would define the future.
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