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Izuna has become something of an expert at deciphering Tobirama's journals over the years.
They're not in code or anything like that, not unless you count the way the man has no sense of organisation and tends to cover several topics as he writes, jumping from one to the other in what Izuna has come to realise was characteristic of his manner of thinking. At the same time, this journal appears to be some what different for it's focused on only a single subject.
A ninjutsu for raising the dead.
More than that, it's clearly passed through another hand since - possibly several hands.
The thought of tangling with the supernatural should be enough to put Izuna off - it should - but it isn't.
Because, more than anything else, Izuna is hungry for information, all the better to protect his clan.
And so, as he contemplates the seal at his feet, painstakingly drawn to ensure no mistakes, he thinks nothing of activating it.
After all, this is what science is all about isn't it?
Fuck around... and find out.