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Hidan can (maybe) summon Death. Might be able to go to the Seventh Path as well."Right. Where was I? Oh, there's Hidan the Blood Reaper. Everyone's heard of him. Deadliest scythe-wielder in the world."
"How many scythe-wielders are there in the world?" Hazō asked.
"He's the only one I know of."
"Right. And what's he the summoner of?"
"Death," Kagome said simply. "Nobody knows what he had to do to get the Death summoning scroll, because he hunted down and killed everyone who knew. When he summons Death, he becomes completely unkillable, and every wound he deals is fatal, even if he just nicks you. He's head of a vast secret cult, and everyone in it worships him as the avatar of Death itself.
The Pangolin's do believe that Death can be summoned and are very worried about it happening on the Seventh Path."Nevertheless, it is a relief that Kagome's ramblings appear to be just that. I take it that the same applies to the bewildering idea of summoning Death?"
Pandā went very still.
"Death isn't a summon the way I'm a summon. Death is… something else," he said in a hushed voice.
"Come now." Kei's patience had been bolstered by Pandā's extensive knowledge of the crows, and at least that had already been confirmed by Jiraiya to be Uchiha Itachi's summon. But there were limits.
"How can a theoretical abstraction of the process by which living organisms cease to function be summonable? At least a Fire elemental summon is intuitively comprehensible, even if that intuition does not match reality."
"Dunno," Pandā said. "But summoning Death is one of the things summoners are forbidden to do on the Seventh Path, like making seals."
And of course, there was no way of distinguishing prohibitions laid down for good and sane reasons from meaningless superstition, just as with many of the "essential" sealcrafting procedures Kagome insisted on during research. (Kei refused on principle to believe in the efficacy of the "Please Don't Let This Seal Draw the Attention of the Nameless Hunger that Dwells in the Gaps between Minds" Dance.)
"Well," Kei said, "I assure you that I have no intention of summoning Death in the foreseeable future. I feel that towering war machines with razor-sharp claws and impenetrable armour fulfil my day-to-day summoning needs quite nicely."
Enma either does not believe Death can be summoned or is trying to keep that information hidden. Either way, he clearly knows something about Death."What about seals?" Hazō asked, violently twisting the conversation into the first unrelated direction that came to mind. "There's supposed to be a ban on seals on the Seventh Path, right? And on summoning Death, though I'll admit I'm not sure what that would entail."
"No such thing," Enma said very briskly. "All are equal before Death, so it signs no contract. All submit before its power, so it takes no master. All will one day be in its possession, so it cares not for reward.
"And we don't use seals because the Sage said so. That's reason enough. But if you want an educated guess from someone who's graduated from the school of hard knocks with flying colours, two words. Sealing failure. I've juggled flaming torches with my tail before—it was for a dare, don't ask—and even I think you're crazy to be playing with fire that hot. I'm not having that brought into my home, and, speaking bluntly, the Gōketsu aren't in the Seventh Path's good books right now for doing it, especially with the Pangolin War still raging. You're lucky the clans who've already figured out what you did are on the wait-and-see side, and you're lucky you stopped before the Pangolins got to the heavy hitters. And that you have a loyalty pact with our summoner.
"There's other stuff you don't bring to the Seventh Path, and people who don't ever come to the Seventh Path, and stuff you don't do on pain of creativity, but by and large, the people who need to know already know, or got told up front, and the people who don't know are better off not knowing."
Next Steps: Tell Enma that Alatsuki might have to be brought in to the Great Seal situation, and then tell him about Hidan. Probe him on Death further.
Next Steps: Look into Death =? King of Hell connection. Learn what else these Isanese "traditional stories" have to say. Isan seems to know a great many things."Who would like to go next?"
"Oh, can I?" Yuno shifted around to face the others, sitting cross-legged in a circle. "This is a true and unadulterated story, as passed down from Kanda Yukari herself, and may the Crocodile of Separatism consume me if I change but a single word.
"Once upon a time, there was a man, the last survivor of a great and mighty clan, and he had a son. The son had a sharp mind, quick hands, industrious kidneys, and chakra that shone bright and orange. Unfortunately, the father was crippled by war, and he could not pass on the way of the ninja. So he set out on a journey to find an instructor whom he could trust with his only heir.
"The first person they met on the road was the Sage of Six Paths. 'Let me teach your son,'" the Sage of Six Paths said, 'for I am ancient and wise, and know all the hidden lore of the world.' But the father said, 'If you are so wise, why did you create shinobi to do nothing but fight and die?', and spat at the Sage's feet.
"The second person they met on the road was the One Who Bids the Trees to Walk as Gods, greatest of the asura. 'Let me teach your son,' the One Who Bids the Trees to Walk as Gods said, 'for I am mighty and brutal, and there is no one stronger than me.' But the father said, 'The power that violence promises is a lie; I have lost everything I have to it', and spat at the asura's feet.
"The third person they met on the road was the King of Hell. 'Let me teach your son,' the King of Hell said, 'for I govern both life and death, and I wait at the end of every path.' And the father said, 'In this world, Death alone is honest', and offered the King of Hell his son.
"The King of Hell taught the son the divine art of medical ninjutsu, which can heal the most grievous injury and banish the deadliest sickness. Then, when the son had mastered medical ninjutsu, he gave him the power of Deathsight. 'When a patient is dying and you see me at the foot of the sickbed, you may use the arts I have taught you, and I shall spare him. But if you ever see me at the head, then his time has come, and you must not interfere, lest you disrupt the cycle of life and death itself.
"The son agreed eagerly to his master's instructions. He travelled the land, far and wide, healing the sick and saving the injured. He became very famous and very rich, for he was a ninja like no other. Every time he stood by the dying, the King of Hell appeared before him, and every time the son respected the King of Hell's judgement.
"But one day, the lord of the Ui Clan fell sick, and the call went out to any doctor who could save him. Naturally, this doctor came as well, for the Ui were the greatest and the strongest of all ninja, and to have their lord in one's debt would be a great treasure. But when he came to the sickbed, he saw the King of Hell standing at its head, gazing balefully down on the clan lord.
"Then, the doctor thought to himself: surely, the King of Hell would overlook just one deviation. After all, he was the man's own instructor; what deeper bond could there be? He reached down and turned the sickbed around so that the King of Hell was at its foot, and then he unleashed his medical ninjutsu and cured the lord of all his ailments.
"The doctor was lavished with rewards for his success where everyone else had failed. He was given riches and rare techniques and ancient secrets, and his name spread far and wide. He taught many apprentices. For a while, all was well.
"Then, Lord Ui's daughter fell sick, and he called for the doctor at once. The doctor took one look at the Ui princess, the most beautiful woman in the world, seeing her luxurious pink hair and deep crimson eyes, and he fell instantly, madly in love.
"But once again, the doctor saw the King of Hell standing at the head of the sickbed. 'Surely,' the doctor thought, 'if he overlooked it once, he'll overlook it just one more time?', not seeing how the King of Hell was baring his teeth and how his eyes blazed in fury. So he used his medical ninjutsu and he cured the princess of all her ailments.
"When the King of Hell saw what the doctor had done, he waited no longer. He opened his mouth and swallowed the doctor all in one go. 'You have betrayed your oath to me as a man of medicine,' he said, 'and now your own life is forfeit.'
"The doctor looked around and saw inside the King of Hell's mouth, where there was a forest of trees of every colour. He asked the King of Hell what they were. 'Every tree is a soul awaiting transmigration,' the King of Hell said. 'The white will be reborn on the Deva Path, to enjoy beauty and bliss for the lifetime of a deva. The red, on the Asura Path, to drown in violence and bloodlust for the lifetime of an asura. The black, on the Naraka Path, to be tortured for the long, long lifetime of a fallen soul. 'Please,' the doctor said, 'will you not give me the colour of the Human Path, so that I may return to my beloved princess?' 'Very well,' the King of Hell said, and turned him into a tree at once.
"But the King of Hell lied. In his vengeful anger, he turned the doctor into a tree of the deepest black. Then, as punishment for humanity's weakness and disloyalty, he took medical ninjutsu away forever."
Nobody said anything for a while.
"That was certainly grim," Hazō said.
"All the traditional stories are like that," Yuno said. "Doesn't it make sense? The world is a horrible, pointlessly cruel place, so any story with a grain of truth to it must be horrible as well. That kind of honesty is what made Akane's story of tragic love so good."
"Akatsuki, you say," Kagome said thoughtfully. "Well, what I know is—"
He paused so as not to be interrupted by that weird gurgling screech that came from the bowels of the mansion every fifteen minutes between four and five pm. The Gōketsu Clan had long since decided that it must be malfunctioning pipes, and silently agreed that there was no need to go and investigate further.
"Akatsuki is a society of summoners," Kagome continued.
"But the really dangerous one is Deidara, the Last of the Dragonlords. He swoops in on his legendary grey dragon with his blond hair streaming in the wind, saturates the battlefield with perfectly-made explosives, then watches and takes notes on exactly how everyone dies so he can make the next batch even better. They say half of all explosives used in the last Fang-Claw war had his mark on them."
"That doesn't sound like fun. But if it makes you feel better, I can tell you lots about the Crow Clan. We've got an up-to-date intel package on them in case they decided to back up the Condors for some reason."
"Go on."
"They live way up in the mountains. They're weird, because they don't fight much—they send their young to do most of the fighting, and—get this—they actually think that war is less important than abstract knowledge. Crazy, right? So they're ruled by sages instead of generals, and they're all into medicine and philosophy and stuff, except they won't share any of it because they think they're better than everyone.
"Only ever since they made their contract with the Uchiha—and only the Uchiha, by the way, which is weird too—their military started expanding, and now there's loads of tension between the sages who are in charge and the military faction that thinks it ought to take over. Then there was this big kerfuffle a few years back when something big happened on the Human Path, and they had a completely different split over whether to keep supporting the Crow Summoner or not. That lasted until the Crow Summoner himself came to the Seventh Path and flattened everyone who didn't like him. Right now he's probably the second most important person in the clan after Karanium himself.
"That's everything I have clearance for. There's some other stuff marked Top Secret, but the overall gist of it is that the crows aren't going to mess with us, and we have to make absolutely certain we don't give them a reason to. It's actually a little weird how emphatic the tablets are about that part."
"I'm afraid it's mandatory," Ami said. "But this time it isn't traditional Ami-brand genius. The first thing I did when I got Leaf jōnin clearance was head to the archives and memorise everything I could get my hands on. I had a lot to catch up on since I had to hit the ground running, and also my Mori blood demanded it."
"Exactly," Hazō said. "I'm glad you understand. But even with that limitation, I think I could comfortably request special jōnin rank if you think it would help."
"I don't see why not," Ami said. "Your threat level is already sky-high anyway. You don't especially need the perks, being a clan head and all, and you're a summoner, so you should already be getting sent on stupidly dangerous missions and I have all sorts of interesting theories as to why you're not. On the other hand, the rep bonus from being a spec jōnin is nice. Having a clan led by a young chūnin may be the in thing these days, but everybody else has clan training to earn them respect by default. People look at you differently when you outrank them, whether it makes sense or not."
But if there was one thing he could not do, it was to involve Akane. Akane did not belong in the same thought as Jashin. Akane was precious. Akane was holy. Akane was pure. Hazō's feelings for her were pure. The idea of drawing Jashin's attention to her, or even just using her as a tool to draw Jashin's attention to himself, was disgusting. It was like using one of Jiraiya's haori to clean the latrine.
Huh. Akane was holy. It was a thought that might never have crossed his mind if he hadn't been thinking in a religious register to begin with. It sounded like something Kei would say about Ami, or maybe Ami about Kei, and therefore not exactly a healthy way to think about a relationship. But on the other hand, maybe their attitudes made a little more sense now. This was what it was like to have a person occupy a special, unique position in your heart, to the point where it felt like even thinking certain kinds of thought about them would sully them. No wonder Kei got murderous at the idea that a lowly mortal whose flaws she knew intimately and could list alphabetically on request might try to seduce her immaculate icon.
"No, you're missing my point. What you see is not real, but what you experience is. Time isn't what you think it is...it doesn't really exist, it's just an artifact of our limited perception. The truth is that everything is eternal, and our perception of past and future as distinct things is a limit of our own minds." He paused for a moment and then started over. "A person exists apart from time. They are whole things, spanning four dimensions and stretching into the future and the past. What we see in the present is no more the person than a slice taken out of the middle of a carrot is the carrot. Except there isn't really a 'present'. A human mind takes time to perceive things, and therefore what you see always lags behind what's actually out there. You don't interact with people as they are, you interact with them as they were. You aren't actually hearing what I say as I say it, you're remembering what I said a moment ago. Your family are exactly what they always were: The memories you have of them. Every moment of joy at your son's accomplishments, every argument and flash of love for your husband, every good meal that he cooked...all of those things are exactly as real as they were before the cave-in, because you remember them. The only thing that has really changed is that you will not be able to make more memories of them. That's a tragedy, and it's entirely reasonable for you to grieve at that...but your people haven't actually changed in any real way. They still exist in the true reality just as they always have, and they aren't completely gone from this reality as long as someone remembers them. If you share the memories with other people then they are strengthened. Your family will continue to exist in reality because they aren't part of time, and they will continue to exist in our world so long as someone remembers them. If we all share what we have lost then our loved ones continue to exist, exactly as they always did. And if I tell you my memories and you share them with someone else, my loved ones will live on when you and I are not here to remember them."
He paused, studying them and gauging their reactions. "You don't have to come," he said carefully, "but please consider it. I don't want to lose my people; I want to share the warmth and wonder that was my time with Jiraiya, and the little that I knew of Minami Nikkō, and what I remember of my father before he died." He extended a hand and made eye contact with each of the women in turn. "Please, help me keep them alive?"
"There's other stuff you don't bring to the Seventh Path, and people who don't ever come to the Seventh Path, and stuff you don't do on pain of creativity, but by and large, the people who need to know already know, or got told up front, and the people who don't know are better off not knowing."
My personal stance is that I don't care one way or the other about taking vengeance, but I like moves that advance our strategic goals and don't like moves that hinder them.
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