The Scroll of Seals is Secured!
12: OPU Chapter 12: Step Two of the Plan, Begin!
The Scroll of Seals is Secured!
And at this moment, in the underground secret chamber of the Naka Shrine, Kain looked at the teleportation formation glowing with a faint blue light before him.
Listening to the continuous explosions and faint wailing outside, he slowly turned around and looked at Fugaku beside him.
“The first step is complete.” His voice was calm, but a hint of scarlet flashed in his eyes.
“Sarutobi and Danzo both think we are going to rebel and break out, focusing all their attention on the outer blockade.
They would never have imagined that we never intended to clash with them head-on.” Fugaku looked at the light flowing on the teleportation formation, then looked at the entrance of the secret chamber.
The clan elders were leading the clansmen, walking towards the teleportation formation in an orderly manner.
The elderly, weak, women, and children were in the front, while the young and strong ninjas were in the back, holding the clan’s heritage and carrying heavy supplies.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions surging in his heart, and nodded heavily.
“Send down the order.
Begin teleportation according to the predetermined sequence.” The roar of explosions still rolled through the streets and alleys of Konoha.
The aftershocks shook the walls, causing dust to rustle down.
Boiling smoke and dust, wrapped in heatwaves, swept through every alley in the Hokage administrative district.
Hiruzen Sarutobi led the main force of the Anbu and rushed to the residential area where the fire was fiercest.
Danzo also led most of the Root elites, firmly nailed to the blockade line of the Uchiha compound.
The defenses around the Hokage building were instantly emptied by more than half.
In the shadows of the ruined walls, Uchiha Taohuo and Uchiha Tekka opened their eyes simultaneously.
The scarlet three-tomoe slowly rotated in the permeating smoke and dust, shining like two clusters of cold fire.
The patrol trajectories, lines of sight, and even the breathing intervals of the few remaining Anbu sentry posts were accurately and clearly captured by the Sharingan.
“Go.” Taohuo only spat out a single word in a low voice.
Their figures instantly turned into two afterimages.
Their footsteps accurately stepped into the roar of every explosion, perfectly masking the sound as they rapidly advanced along the half-collapsed courtyard wall.
The dynamic vision of the Sharingan locked onto the guards’ movements.
The two slid forward, stepping into the blind spots of the other party’s line of sight.
Like two wisps of wind blending into the smoke and dust, they reached the side door of the Hokage building in just a few breaths.
“Who’s there?!” The Anbu guard by the door instantly tensed up, his hand already reaching for the kunai at his waist.
But before his voice faded, a pair of scarlet Sharingan was already right in front of his eyes.
“Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique.” Only a broken, muffled groan squeezed out of the Anbu’s throat.
His body was instantly pinned down by the genjutsu, his limbs pierced as if by invisible iron wedges, unable to even move a finger.
The next second, a sharp kunai sliced through the air, accurately cutting his carotid artery.
Warm blood splattered on the cold wall.
The man slumped to the ground, failing to even sound the alarm.
The guard on the other side had just noticed something was wrong and was about to raise his hands to form hand seals when Tekka’s figure silently appeared behind him.
With a sharp whistling sound, the kunai pierced straight through his heart.
“Tekka, take two men and stand guard on the perimeter.
If anyone approaches, kill them without mercy.” Taohuo flicked the blood drops off his kunai, his voice kept extremely low.
“The remaining two, come inside with me.” The three darted into the Hokage’s office.
The scattered files and overturned desks and chairs on the floor were all the mess shaken out by the explosion just now.
The Sharingan swept over every inch of the room—the walls, the floor, the hidden compartments of the desk—and instantly locked onto several chakra seal nodes.
The three didn’t hesitate for a moment and immediately began dismantling the seals and searching.
The movements of their fingertips were so fast they left only afterimages.
Every second felt like dancing on the edge of a blade.
The explosions outside were still ringing out continuously, but Tekka’s voice still came through the door, carrying a hint of tension.
“Taohuo, hurry!
A squad of Anbu is heading this way.
They’ll be here in thirty seconds!” “Found it!” As soon as the words fell, a jonin had already pried open the deepest hidden compartment of the desk.
His fingertips touched the heavy-covered scroll.
The moment it was unrolled, the words ‘Flying Thunder God Jutsu’ were clearly visible.
He quickly scanned the contents of the scroll, confirmed there were no issues, and immediately called out in a low voice.
Taohuo glanced at the scroll without a shred of hesitation and immediately ordered, “Retreat!” The three instantly stopped their movements, turned around, and rushed out of the office to regroup with Tekka outside the door.
The figures didn’t pause for a moment.
Under the cover of the smoke and dust, they instantly disappeared into the shadows of the Hokage building.
In just a few breaths, a squad of Anbu rushed into the empty office.
Looking at the two corpses of their comrades on the ground and the pried-open hidden compartment, the squad leader’s face instantly turned deathly pale as he roared, “The Scroll of Seals!
The Scroll of Seals has been stolen!
Quick!
Sound the highest alarm!!” But by this time, Taohuo’s group had already followed their predetermined route and regrouped with Uchiha Kei, who was waiting outside the Hokage building to receive them.
Using the sky full of firelight and the chaotic crowd as cover, they silently sneaked towards the Uchiha compound.
Dozens of meters underground in the Root base, the continuous explosions on the surface shook the rock walls, causing dust to rustle down.
The cold light tubes embedded in the stone crevices flickered in the tremors, casting ghostly shadows in the long, narrow corridor.
Danzo had taken away over ninety percent of the elites in the base, leaving less than a squad of ninjas behind to guard the core laboratory.
At this moment, the sound of explosions on the surface transmitted down through the soil layers, making people’s eardrums ache.
The remaining Root ninjas were already flustered, each clinging to their communicators to listen to the commotion outside.
Even their patrol footsteps had lost their rhythm.
No one noticed that uninvited guests had already sneaked into the darkness.
In the shadows at the corner of the corridor, Uchiha Yakumi raised his hand to stop the movements of the people behind him.
His scarlet three-tomoe Sharingan slowly rotated in the darkness.
Every hidden surveillance barrier in the corridor, the position and blind spots of every guard, and even the airflow direction in the ventilation ducts were accurately dismantled and clearly seen by the Sharingan.
He made a silent hand gesture to Uchiha Yashiro and Yakugo beside him.
The three immediately split into three paths, leading the ninjas behind them like venomous snakes blending into the darkness, silently sliding out.
The two Root ninjas guarding the laboratory entrance had just turned their heads to look in the direction of the tremors when a pair of scarlet Sharingan suddenly crashed into their vision.
Yakugo’s genjutsu spread out silently.
The two instantly stiffened in place.
Without even letting out a muffled groan, their throats were accurately pierced by the kunai in Yashiro’s hands.
The moment their bodies went limp, they were steadily caught, not making the slightest sound.
The seal lock of the laboratory was practically useless in front of the Sharingan.
In just three breaths, the heavy alloy door silently slid open.
The sight inside made one’s eyes run cold—Sharingan soaked in nutrient fluid were neatly stacked in three layers, bloodstained surgical instruments were scattered on the experimental table, and countless human experimental samples were sealed in the cold storage cabinets on the wall.