Quadratic Residue - Complexity of Finding Square Roots

Complexity of Finding Square Roots

That is, given a number a and a modulus n, how hard is it

  1. to tell whether an x solving x2 ≡ a (mod n) exists
  2. assuming one does exist, to calculate it?

An important difference between prime and composite moduli shows up here. Modulo a prime p, a quadratic residue a has 1 + (a|p) roots (i.e. zero if a N p, one if a ≡ 0 (mod p), or two if a R p and gcd(a,p) = 1.)

In general if a composite modulus n is written as a product of powers of distinct primes, and there are n1 roots modulo the first one, n2 mod the second, …, there will be n1n2… roots modulo n.

The theoretical way solutions modulo the prime powers are combined to make solutions modulo n is called the Chinese remainder theorem; it can be implemented with an efficient algorithm.

For example:

Solve x2 ≡ 6 (mod 15).
x2 ≡ 6 (mod 3) has one solution, 0; x2 ≡ 6 (mod 5) has two, 1 and 4.
and there are two solutions modulo 15, namely 6 and 9.
Solve x2 ≡ 4 (mod 15).
x2 ≡ 4 (mod 3) has two solutions, 1 and 2; x2 ≡ 4 (mod 5) has two, 2 and 3.
and there are four solutions modulo 15, namely 2, 7, 8, and 13.

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