POV: Seijuro's Clone – Deep in the Ruins of Uzushio
Time: Late Afternoon – Clouded Sunlight Filtering Through Broken Stonework
Seijuro's clone had spent the last 3 or 4 days just looking at the seals, trying to find their meanings. With his low language comprehension so far, he was able to tell that there were several seals.
There was a lock seal, there was also an explode seal, seemed to be a space seal there too.
Then, there was a seal that seemed to store a powerful creature the Uzumaki clan had sealed away.
He would not mess with that unless he wanted to fight that thing.
"Okay... so if this glyph means 'detonate' in classical notation... and this here connects it to a chakra activation condition... then what the hell is this middle part?"
A trio of curved glyphs looped around each other, forming a triple-helix design.
"...Is this a fuse delay? Or a reaction modifier?"
He stared for a second longer, then added a big question mark next to it in his journal.
The clone let out a sigh, then stood up and pulled a scroll from his pouch—his own explosion seal.
Basic structure. Simple logic. Three nodes:
Chakra → Input supply
Fire → Elemental trigger
Explosion → Kinetic release
That was it. Straightforward. Easy to teach. Efficient in combat.
Also, he modified his seals. Other seals had containment seals on them, but he didn't have that in his—for a simple reason.
There was also a delay code. His didn't have that, for the simple fact that the second the seal was placed on anything that wasn't him or his chakra, it exploded.
They were made for war, so yeah.
The second someone else touched them, there wasn't even a timer—it was an immediate explosion.
But what he found here?
"Their explosion seal has eight core glyphs and two conditional modifiers," he muttered. "It even accounts for shockwave dispersion. That's overengineered as hell—but damn, it's beautiful."
Uzumaki were like the Soviets with their engineering—shit was overengineered as fuck, yet it was so simple and complex.
Their codes/seals seemed to give much more freedom to the wielder. A good difference between their seals and non-Uzumaki seals would be:
While non-Uzumaki had to do a lot of extra shit with their seals to get what they wanted, Uzumaki seemed able to engineer their seals in such a way that their imagination was the limit.
He'd even seen what he swore was a Time-Lock Seal—a forbidden matrix likely used to freeze or delay specific chakra patterns within a space.
That one still gave him a headache to look at.
But despite the difficulty—
Time skip – 4 more days later.
It's been 6 days since he started this whole shit. He was learning the Uzumaki codes . It was fun. Frustrating, yes—but fun.
So far, he had the basic words down, and some of the intermediary shit done. TL;DR, he would be considered an average Uzumaki in terms of knowledge. So, to normal people, he was now a seal master.
That sounded like unneeded glaze, but tell me—what other clan needed four ninja villages to jump them to fully wipe them out?
Wouldn't catch the Hyuga needing that. Heck, they were already destroying themselves with the caged bird seal. And the Uchiha—while powerful—couldn't spawn Madara Uchiha like crazy, so they got fucked.
The Senju probably could—but their clan was balls-deep within Konoha women, so heh.
So yes. Needed glaze.
As to what he was doing—
He sat surrounded by dozens of copied glyphs, chalk lines on the stone floor swirling like some madman's conspiracy board.
His eyes were red from strain.
His fingers kinda hurt from having to practice calligraphy so much.
"Yes. Yes—this one finally compiles."
He had just recreated a functioning explosion seal—Uzumaki-style.
But this wasn't just any boom tag. This was a variable-radius combustion seal with shock absorption reroute tags.
He could control blast radius, intensity, and even the direction of force depending on the chakra injection and written command.
And it didn't require him to activate it. The second it was near the enemy—it would explode.
He stared at his finished work and smiled softly. The source of this content ɪs novel⦿fire.net
"One seal down... a thousand to go."
He grabbed his journal, flipped to a new page.
Next would be to decode the big-ass door. He could do it. He was confident in his sealing skills now. He was learning so much.
Apparently, there were several levels above what he was at.
An Uzumaki Grandmaster was an Uzumaki who had the ability to write seals in the air, with chakra alone—and no need for ink.
That was some OP shit right there.
He could imagine it now—him writing the fire seal in the air, and summoning a massive fireball to destroy his enemies.
Yes. That was OP. And this wasn't even scratching his itch for more shit.
The more he learned about Fūinjutsu, the more he wanted to learn.
Hm. He shall learn the best he could.
He had all the time in the world right now.
By the time he was 15, not only would his seals be remarkable, he'd probably have started Sage Training, being a semi-decent Sage. And with whatever seals he learned here?
He would be a Kage-level shinobi.
He may even surpass the Kage level ranking altogether.