Chapter 53.2- One Thousand Hands

“Next, we have to figure out how to get you there without a marker” Reiji said, placing a toothpick in his mouth and staring at the seal matrixes before him.

“No. We’ve been thinking about it wrong. We don’t need to get him there without a marker, all we need to focus on is how to get a marker there” Mito said suddenly.

“And how exactly would we do that?” I asked, leaning backwards to stare at my Grandmother. She had a car idea in mind, so I just needed to see what she had.

“Could we perhaps amend the seal on Tsunade’s back from here? I’ve seen remote seal alteration work before. It was how we updated the defenses Uzu had at the bottom of the ocean” Souta said, the middle aged man seated on the floor in th lotus position as he arranged seal was around him. Ayane sat to his side, bringing the seal tags into existence. A wound from a Kumo shinobi had injured some of the nerves in his body so badly that he could no longer hold a brush so precisely as to make a seal. Instead, his twin sister, a seal mistress in her own right, had elected to become his hands. To bring forth the works he created in that brilliant min of his.

“We’d need all the chakra in Konoha and then some to edit a seal at such a distance” I said, familiar with the procedure. A few of my tools had seas etched into their internals and so I needed ways to change those seals without disassembling everything and starting all over again with my building.

“Why?” Renjiro asked.

“The distance, then add to that that the seal is on a living and conscious being who would most definitely fight the endeavor with all that she has. We have no way of telling her not to fight it” I explained, before turning to Mito. She had gone silent and was now eatching something on a scroll in front of her.

“You told me about Kumo’s heavenly transmission jutsu, Shori” She said. It was one of the things that had come up as we tried to come together to figure out the flying raijin. One thing I liked about Mito was that she never doubted my knowledge, and seemed to care even less how I had it. Where others would question and doubt, she accepted my words wholesale. It was a form of trust I hesitated to consider myself worthy of.

“And I told you it only works on non-living beings. Besides, this isn’t the time to be figuring out a new jutsu” I pointed out.

“We send a Kunai with the marker, not you. And as for that, I have something I’ve been working on” She said with a brittle smile that I knew would have shone like the sun if not for the present situation.