When I felt the Boss started moving, I ran across the village, my destination clear.
I was suppressing my chakra as much as I could, the kage bunshin equivalent for tenketsus contracted to contain my presence and making sure nobody was the wiser.
The blank mask I was wearing allowed me to see without impairment of any kind, and the light brown cloak that hid my figure was perfect for my task.
I flickered through the village, carefully holding back my chakra. Even as a clone, I wasn't used to having the Kage Bunshin's equivalent of the Gates closed.
It is what it is. I thought grimly.
I reached the Sarutobi compound with little difficulty, and, carefully looking around, I waited, using the least amount of chakra necessary to cloak myself into an illusion.
Booom.
The paper bombs I had placed around the construction site nearby went off. Those, along with the smoke rising from another building and the wildly fluctuating chakras of Boss, Sarutobi, and Jiraya, clued in everyone that something was very wrong.
The dozen or so chunin stationed in the area where clan resided, started following the standard procedure as soon as the alarm was raised.
Code yellow. Code yellow. The speakers placed strategically around the village started shouting.
I shot forward and quickly reached the western-styled wooden door of the Sarutobi compound.
"Fuinjutsu is such a bitch." I muttered under the mask.
Without hesitating, I slapped an unfurled scroll against the door my invisible fingers knowing what to do only thanks tho the proprioceptive one reached with years spent doing hand seals.
The inky characters spread on the wood, and in less than fifteen seconds of lockpicking, the door was open.
I closed it behind my back and ran through the house, spreading my senses and taking in what should and should not be there.
I roamed a little library that clearly doubled as hone-office for the Sandaime, my eyes scanning the rows upon rows of scrolls and books, picking a few and setting them on one side.
My hands landed on a big blank scroll, upon which I carefully drew three storage seals at the opportune distances.
Every book I had never seen before found itself on a pile on the first inky circle.
The unknown scrolls found themselves on the second one.
With a light application of chakra, the two piles of pure golden knowledge were sealed away.
I sat still for a few seconds, sensing around me, the seals securing the compound were like a golden web to my senses.
Each thread was thin and frail, and yet bright.
I roamed to one side of the library, sliding out the Monkey Summoning Contract.
I tilted my head, considering my options, before shrugging and placing it against the summoning contract on my right arm: "Kuchiyose no jutsu" And with an application of chakra, it was gone.
I opened my eyes, walking to the center of the web and smirking when I found myself in the Kitchen.
I opened a cabinet and removed a false panel using a kunai as leverage, before sliding out a massive scroll.
I recognized it from both the anime and the manga, I unfurled it, taking in the first technique described: Kage Bunshin no Jutsu.
"The theory is a bit raw..." I muttered, but set it apart nonetheless. I did not doubt that the Hokage had wanted Naruto to learn the Kage Bunshin, otherwise, he would have never found it, and sure as hell he wouldn't have had the time to learn it.
Now, how do I know it's the original? I mused. Boss would chew me out if I were to pick up a fake.
I searched the house carefully, unfurling every scroll that gave me a reason to suspect it important.
The need to have the compound Konohamaru-friendly greatly reduces the lethality of the traps. I grinned to myself, taking notice of the sheen that covered a doorknob, showing the contact poison that covered it.
I opened the door with a chakra scalpel, finding myself in what I supposed was the armory of the Sarutobi compound.
I unfurled the giant scroll I had previously prepared and added a storage seal: moving in it the several scrolls that described a weaponed variation of the 'Monkey Fist'. Not that I need it, but I am beginning to feel the cleptomania sinking in.
I watched the unfurled scroll, grinning in reading the kanji for Stolen Books Stolen Scrolls Stolen Giant Scroll and Stolen Taijutsu Scrolls in the middle of each circle of characters that bled one into another.
I furled close the giant scroll and leaned it against my right arm.
With an application of chakra, I whispered: "Kuchiyose no jutsu." sending the big ass storage scroll to the Elephants.
I then proceeded to place everywhere the stack of paper bombs Boss had provided me with, standard issued by a Supplies Shop in Konoha with the largest clientele.
Not that I ever bought from them. I reminded myself.
I sat still for a minute, carefully circulating the smallest amount of Senchakra within my coils, replenishing the admittedly lower reserves of my kage bunshin existence.
I felt Boss clones dispersing, their memories a confused jumble across my senses.
"I wonder why I never kill myself for shit and giggles when I am a clone. Ir why I don't try to kill Boss." I muttered. "Like Hugh Jackman in prestige..."
I performed a familiar cross-shaped seal, giving birth to a single Kage Bunshin who sat down and started meditating, still and indifferent to the passing of time, and dispelled myself.
In this way, the boss will deal with my memories before the Senchakra... I thought.
...
My other memories flashed quickly in my head, and I classified them without problems.
"So Daiki-kun... what do you say to my generous offer?" the Snake Sannin asked.
Then my chakra exploded.
I channeled the senchakra without issues in my once more calm chakra network, and I felt it soothing and strengthening my sore muscles and taxed ligaments.
My hands formed another cross-shaped seal, a kage bunshin appearing behind me and unfurling a giant scroll from a seal on the back of my armor.
My arms fell like twin axes on Orochimaru's wrists, the sheer strength and weight of my chakra enough to cut through.
Before he could react, my right hand clamped on his neck, and with a light hop, my feet crushed his kneecaps.
Isometrics, gotta love them.
"I don't know if you can survive in a storage seal written for reanimated corpses." My clone said while my left hand forced Orochimaru to keep his mouth shut.
"But I'm willing to try." I concluded, jumping back in time for the scroll to eat the Snake Sannin.
"Go with him to the elephants, see what they are willing to do." I ordered my clone.
"Well, he has the knowledge, and our contract is knowledge for knowledge, so..." my clone shrugged, reverse summoning himself and my last opponent.
Now, to sell his death...
I took all the senchakra I had left, changing its nature, molding it, folding it and storing it in my tenketsu, again.
Again.
Again.
I repeated the technique three times, feeling the exhilarating pain against my chakra coils.
It was simple, really, fire and air, separated one from another by a tendril of neutral chakra.
Then I let it go, the air churning in a merciless twister around me, taking in everything which wasn't nailed down, and soon even the shelves ruptured and were flung around.
After all, there was a very simple way to destroy the unbreakable barrier from inside.
The weak point of the technique, like always, was the user.
Then, with a single ember, I let go of the second part of the technique.
"Hinokami no Tanjō." (Birth of the Fire God ) I whispered with reverence, pouring all my leftover chakra in the technique.
And all I could see was fire.
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