newbobooks Chapter 539 Forbidden Techniques in the Book of Seals
Chapter 539 Forbidden Techniques in the Book of Seals
"You've seen all the forbidden techniques in the Book of Sealing, right? Then you should know that most of the parts about sealing techniques are incomplete. That's because the most core and powerful sealing techniques simply cannot be recorded in writing; they only exist in the bloodline of our Uzumaki clan!"
Her eyes gleamed with wisdom; she was using her greatest secret as a bargaining chip on the battlefield.
“I can teach you.” Kushina looked directly into Zhang Hai’s unfathomable eyes and said, word by word, “The true sealing techniques of the Uzumaki clan. Including the ‘Adamantine Sealing Technique’ that our clan has passed down through generations, which is powerful enough to bind tailed beasts, as well as the principles and construction methods of other more advanced Four Symbols Sealing Techniques and Eight Trigrams Sealing Techniques. These are things that you could never learn from any scroll in your entire life.”
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
Minato's face was filled with shock; he hadn't expected Kushina to offer such an astonishing deal.
For the first time, a clear emotion appeared on Zhang Hai's usually impassive face. A tidal wave of emotion surged within him. Sealing techniques! That was precisely the weakest link in his current knowledge system, and the one he most desperately wanted to acquire! He knew all too well the power and terror of this technique; it could not only counter the vast majority of ninjutsu, but it was also the foundation for controlling tailed beasts and unleashing advanced forbidden techniques!
Kushina offered him a temptation he simply couldn't resist.
Risk and reward were rapidly calculated in his mind. Taking Kushina along was extremely risky, but if he could master the Uzumaki clan's sealing techniques, his future strength would undergo a qualitative leap. This reward was enough to make him take any risk.
After a long silence, Zhang Hai slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and low: "A very tempting deal."
He raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, fixed intently on Kushina.
"I can take you with me. But you must agree to one condition."
"What are the conditions?" Kushina asked nervously.
"From the moment you stepped out of this village, you were no longer the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, nor Minato Namikaze's lover. You were simply a member of my squad." Zhang Hai's voice was cold and resolute. "On the battlefield, my orders are everything. You must unconditionally obey any command I give, even if it means your death. If you have any objections, or if you endanger the squad because of you, I will personally knock you unconscious and send you back to the village as quickly as possible. Can you do that?"
These words were less of a condition and more of an inviolable military order.
Minato wanted to say something, but Kushina stopped him with a look. Meeting Zhang Hai's gaze, which seemed to see right through people, she didn't back down at all and nodded heavily.
"I can do it! I swear in the name of the Uzumaki clan!"
“Very good.” Zhang Hai withdrew his gaze. “Then, the deal is done.”
He looked at Minato and said in an unquestionable captain's tone, "Your mission, in addition to being the vanguard, includes one more thing—keeping an eye on her. I don't want your personal feelings to affect my plans."
“I understand.” Minato nodded solemnly. He knew that the matter was settled. His gaze toward Zhang Hai became even more complicated. This young man was calm, rational, and even extremely ruthless, but he had to admit that perhaps only someone like him could lead them to survive on that hellish battlefield.
And so, in the last glimmer of darkness before dawn, the most peculiar squad in Konoha's history was officially formed.
The air of Kikyo Mountain is always filled with the sweet, pungent smell of rust, gunpowder, and earth.
This is the front line of war, a stage for heroes to make their name, and also the end point for countless lives.
When Zhang Hai and his group arrived, a fierce battle had just taken place. Everywhere they looked, there was devastation; craters from ninjutsu bombardment littered the ground, and broken weapons and corpses were scattered everywhere. Some junior ninjas, fresh out of the ninja academy, their faces still bearing the innocence of youth, huddled behind a makeshift earthen wall, their bodies trembling violently with fear, their kunai trembling uncontrollably in their hands.
"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!" A boy who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old frantically threw shuriken at the charging Iwa ninja, but none of them hit their mark. The next second, a hard rock spear suddenly pierced through the ground and easily penetrated his young chest.
Blood splattered, and the terrified expression on the boy's face was frozen forever.
This is war. Cruel, direct, and gives no one time to adapt. So-called genin are not even cannon fodder on such a battlefield; they are merely "consumables" used to deplete the enemy's chakra and ninja tools.
Zhang Hai's gaze did not linger on the new recruits. Like a calm cheetah, he quickly scanned the entire battlefield and soon captured the focus of the battle.
In a relatively open area, "Konoha's White Fang" Sakumo Hatake was being tightly surrounded by eight elite Iwa ninja.
The eight Iwa ninja's coordination was flawless. Four of them wielded uniquely shaped black pillars, standing in the four cardinal directions. Visible chakra flowed between the pillars, forming a massive sealing array that firmly confined White Fang to a small space less than ten meters in diameter. The other four pressed their hands to the ground, continuously creating thick rock walls and sharp earthen spears, launching a relentless attack on White Fang from all sides.
White Fang's movements were as swift as a ghost, and each swing of his White Fang short sword precisely shattered the incoming rocks. However, he was clearly also restrained by his opponent's sealing ninja tools and seamless teamwork, and for the time being, he was unable to break free.
“This is the elite force of Iwagakure…” Zhang Hai’s eyes narrowed. He could see that each of these eight people individually was at most an ordinary Jonin, but when they were combined, their combined strength was enough to trap any strong person below the Kage level.
At that moment, the battle situation took a strange turn.
After their latest attack was repelled, the eight Iwa ninja who had been besieging White Fang suddenly retreated in unison, joining up with the other Iwa ninja. Then, as if receiving a unified command, all the Iwa ninja began a collective retreat.
"Hahahaha! You piece of trash from Konoha, come and chase me if you dare!" One of the Iwa ninjas shouted tauntingly as he retreated.
"Chase them! Kill those rock bastards!"
"Avenge our fallen comrades!"
The prolonged oppression and the deaths of their comrades had already turned many Konoha ninja into bloodthirsty monsters. The enemy's provocation was like a spark that instantly ignited the powder keg within them. They roared like beasts and recklessly pursued the retreating Iwa ninja.