Chapter 53.1- One Thousand Hands

A seal-master was like a physicist, doctor, and chemist all in one. We had to deal with forces that stretched across all realms of reality to get results. A single storage seal was probably so complex that it would make the average physics phD in my head pull out their hair in frustration. It was not just that chakra magic that broke physics and made it possible for us to do the impossible. No, it was that people here were smarter. The things Uzume could do with Shuriken were only possible because her brain could understand angles in a way that no one could compete with. In my case, it was seals. Seals that spanned all the for yes that made reality reality. That was what it meant to be a seal master.

So when two seal masters worked together, there were few things awe could not accomplish. Now multiply that number by five. Ten seal masters. The full force of the Uzumaki Clan’s elder fuinjutsu division stood and attempted the impossible. Hiriashin without a marker. Or rather hiriashin to a seal that was not a hiriashin marker.

“Kaito-san, flip the matrix here, I want to try something” Grandmother Mito said, stood at the centre of the chaos managing the nine of us like she was a conductor conducting an orchestra beyond all others. We were trying to do the impossible. No, not the impossible. I banished the word from my vocabulary. We weren’t doing the impossible, just the very difficult. Hiriashin needed two markers. The first marker was me, or my chakra. The second marker was my designated seal. It also needed a third to balance things out, but that was irrelevant here. I was the first marker, and I could make the jump just fine. On the other hand, the second needed to be Tsunade. She didn’t have a marker on her, but she had Mito’s seal on her. That had to be enough. We would make it enough.

I tore apart the paper I was writing on and drew a different one. The math had to be perfect— immaculate. Nothing could go wrong, we couldn’t afford it. And it didn’t just need to be perfect. It needed to be fast. Tsunade’s distress beacon had come in five minutes ago— going on six. Thirteen seconds till that, and it was not looking promising.

It had only taken Mito a minute to turn her seal into a status report that showed us her chakra levels, and some health stats. None of them looked encouraging. This was all my fault. How the fuck hadn’t I thought about it. The Sannin survived Hanzo in canon, so why wouldn’t they survive him here? I’d fucked it up. Somehow, someway, one of my actions had fucked things up for them.

I growled as the seal in front of me finally came together. “Locator matrix complete. Patching it now” I said, walking towards Mito’s giant seal with my brush and inkwell. Training since before I could even walk meant writing the matrix in place only took a few seconds. The matrix was made up of about twenty-seven seals and I was done before we’d gotten to the sixth minute since my arrival.

“Fuin” I said, pumping my chakra into the seal. The reading that showed Tsunade’s health now had another line— her precise longitude and latitude.