Ishiki Kujo didn't bother using the Byakugan to detect who was tailing him. Instead, he used Ripple to probe.
He didn't know the watcher's identity, but he could guess—it had to be someone from the Uchiha or Hyūga clan. Only those two lineages had dōjutsu sharp enough to catch a trace of Survivor.
If it was Hyūga, then using the Byakugan himself could get him caught.
He also understood that Hiruzen wouldn't shake off his suspicions so easily. Surveillance was expected. If no one had been tailing him, that would've been suspicious.
But to activate Survivor again, Ishiki's real body would need to physically enter the prison.
His solution?
Heavenly Transport Technique (Tensō no Jutsu).
The person watching him couldn't stay active 24/7. Once they slipped, even slightly, Ishiki could teleport directly into the Maximum-Security Block.
His Konoha map was already marked with the location:
Konoha High-Priority Interrogation Facility—colloquially, the Heavy Cell.
It didn't hold small-time crooks. Only shinobi convicted of murder, treason, or classified leaks—death-row inmates, if Konoha had the death penalty.
For those without mental seals, memory extraction was the standard interrogation method.
For the sealed ones? Long-term torture until they broke.
Guards came from both the Konoha Police Department (mostly Uchiha) and the Interrogation Division.
But Uchiha guards mostly treated it like clock-in work. The prisoners were sealed and chained—escape was impossible.
Which made it the perfect place for Ishiki's experiment.
That night, around 11 PM, Ishiki turned off his lights and lay in bed. But his attention stayed on a nearby glass of water.
Through it, he extended his Ripple across the environment—his observer was still out there.
Could it be a shadow clone? Ishiki wondered.
If so, the caster wouldn't need to stay nearby. They could observe from afar. No shifts. No gaps.
He sighed.
Ninjutsu makes this so much more complicated.
Deciding to change tactics, Ishiki got up and drafted a new plan.
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The next morning, Ishiki went out for his usual training.
By sunrise, he'd already confirmed it—the observer was a shadow clone.
That made things trickier.
But not impossible.
The key would be replacing himself with a clone under cover.
Neither the Byakugan nor Sharingan could distinguish clones from real bodies. So if he made the switch subtly enough, then entered The President's room, he could pull it off cleanly.
But first, he needed to flush the watcher out—to confirm whether they were Hyūga or Uchiha. Sharingan wasn't too bad. Byakugan? A headache.
With a plan forming, Ishiki headed toward one of Konoha's many training fields.
The village had dozens of them—scattered near the edges. With so many shinobi needing space to train, they'd been part of Konoha's foundation from the beginning.
In under fifteen minutes, he reached the field closest to the hospital.
His cover story: early training before heading in for work.
But he was here to test a new technique.
He was genuinely excited.
When talking about Ripple, one name couldn't be ignored:
Caesar Antonio Zeppeli—a brave, short-lived legend in JoJo.
Caesar had discovered the perfect medium to wield Ripple: bubbles.
And now, Ishiki was ready to follow in his footsteps.
His first goal: inject Ripple into soap bubbles and control their destructive burst on command.
Making bubbles wasn't hard. In the Water Release repertoire, there was a Bubble Technique—but it was rare and inefficient. Ishiki ignored it.
Instead, he went analog.
He'd prepared the night before.
He had soap at home. He melted and shaped a plastic ring with fire to create a bubble wand. Then, he mixed hot water, soap, and sugar—let it sit overnight in a cool, dark place.
The sugar stabilized the bubbles, making them far more durable.
Of course, the real durability came from the Ripple. Once infused, even flimsy bubbles became tenacious weapons.
Now, standing in a quiet clearing, Ishiki began pulling out his odd assortment of tools.
With a snap of his fingers, he summoned The President, who stood silently nearby like a goofy bodyguard.
Ishiki didn't ask anything of it—just wanted company as he blew bubbles.
Far away, Uchiha Shisui, the watcher assigned to monitor him, saw Ishiki's antics and couldn't help but chuckle.
Still just a kid, he thought.
Despite only being a few years older than Ishiki himself, Shisui felt an odd sense of detachment—watching him blow soap bubbles and summon a goofy turtle that looked more like a housepet than a summons.
Harmless, Shisui told himself. But he kept watching.
Meanwhile, Ishiki had already created a shadow clone.
He just needed one moment—just one—to complete the swap.
And that moment was tied to the bubbles.
With each breath, Ripple coursed from his fingertips into the fragile membranes. But the process was too slow. Caesar had used gloves—his method was superior.
Ripple couldn't be projected. It had to pass through contact.
Which meant he couldn't use water-style bubble ninjutsu to inject Ripple—those bubbles would never connect with his skin.
Still, Ishiki was making progress.
The bubble he'd just finished blew slowly into the air—glistening, rippling with golden light.
The clone picked up a stone and hurled it at the floating orb.
Pop.
The sound was crystal clear. The explosion—small, but sharp—sent a shockwave rippling through the area.
Ishiki smiled.
Perfect.
As the popped bubble burst into a violent pulse, he saw the shimmering sphere he'd released earlier still hovering nearby.
The area was now covered in Ripple-infused bubbles.
And inside that zone… was a very familiar chakra signature.
He'd found the spy.
And now?
Now, he would detonate them all.
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