It was with some unease that Hazō approached Kei when he saw her apparently napping on a grassy knoll. On the Human Path, this would have been suicidal: pick the wrong knoll (blue flowers were a particular danger sign), and you would drift off quickly and peacefully, and there were no survivors to speak of what happened next, nor even bones to be found. They were almost as bad as gazebos, and Hazō had been horrified to learn that those actually existed on the mainland, as opposed to being a metaphor for landlubbers getting killed by their own laziness.
Come to think of it, Kei, with her alphabetical knowledge of means of suicide, probably knew exactly how to identify a suitable grassy knoll, in which case it made more sense for her to be at ease on an obviously safe one.
She turned at his approach, eyes opening, and Hazō felt a touch of relief. It was one thing to relax in foreign territory with no one keeping watch, another completely to ignore a potentially hostile shinobi's approach. From the sister forged in the same fires as him, it would have been cause to suspect lupchanzen.
"Hazō," she acknowledged. "Apologies. I realise it must be past check-in time, but I desperately needed respite after my illl-judged attempt to engage my pangolin subordinates in philosophical discussion. It was as I imagine speaking to Hyūga Hiashi might have been, save that he allegedly possessed enough intellectual sophistication to argue compellingly for his beliefs, assuming sufficient respect for his interlocutor."
"No worries," Hazō said. "I got caught up in organising my notes myself. Apparently, leaving a notebook's worth of transcription to Hazō JustKillMeNow, who didn't have it already stored in the Iron Nerve, wasn't my brightest idea ever.
"Still, Kei, a grassy knoll? Even on the Seventh Path, I'm impressed you were able to let your guard down enough."
Kei gazed up at the distant firmament.
"Here, it is safe to imagine," she said softly. "Just think of it, Hazō. A few minutes of indolent peace, then your eyes close slowly, and there is no more pressure. No more obligations. No more risk of suffering or even death for those around you should you once misstep."
Even without seeing his face, she must have somehow sensed Hazō's horrified stare.
"No need for that, Hazō," she said testily. "Suicidal ideation is harmless without intent, and I would hardly murder Snowflake for the sake of my own selfishness."
"And also you value your life too much," Hazō prompted.
"And also I value my life too much," Kei agreed. "To fail to change the subject, how goes the mission? What news from Aisu Bay Murderland?"
"I wish you wouldn't keep calling it that," Hazō muttered.
"Kagome and I outvoted you," Kei said, "if perhaps for different reasons."
"And that's another thing," Hazō grumbled. "Since when were you two swimming in the same current?"
"There would have been no hope for you in any scenario," Kei said in lieu of answering the question. "Noburi possesses a marked tendency to side with me when he is not counterbalancing my social ineptitude, and would have chosen the option most likely to annoy you even were I absent. Mari would have found it hilarious. Yuno would have sided with either her husband or the Pangolin Summoner. In fact, why are you the clan head again?"
"Because nobody else wants the workload."
"Fair."
"To answer your
question," Hazō said, "all is well. The time control rune research is moving forward even faster than the last time you asked, though I'm torn between a bunch of ideas for the naming scheme–no suggestions, please, Lady Aisu Bay Murderland."
"So this is the taste of instant karma."
"Sure is," Hazō agreed. "I really thought the Kittensphere and the Snow Globe had taught you better. Anyway, I do have something I wanted to consult you about."
Kei sat up at the more serious tone.
"I can replicate the effect of Elemental Mastery with a rune," Hazō said without preamble. "I don't mean hypothetically. I mean, I can see the research pathway, and it's within my reach. I haven't done the groundwork yet, but my guess would be a matter of weeks rather than months."
It was Kei's turn for the horrified stare, which did not bode well. Hazō hurried on.
"I know it's dangerous. I've been hesitating. But still, looking at my other research, it's not like there aren't plenty of other ways to destroy a city, and runes aren't going to proliferate the way anybody with Fire Element affinity could learn Elemental Mastery.
"More importantly, think about what it would
mean. The summoners could reverse-summon if they were fast enough, and Orochimaru's dossier suggests that Konan might make it. But Sasori? Deidara?
Hidan? Half of Akatsuki gone. Nothing but dust.
"But you're my sanity checker. Frankly, all things considered, there's nobody whose feedback matters more." Admittedly, that was out of the tiny handful of people who even knew about Elemental Mastery. "What do you think?"
"Hazō," Kei said after a few seconds. "Hazō. You are labouring under a fundamental, cataclysmic misperception. Elemental Mastery is not an anti-Akatsuki weapon. It is a city-killer that possesses an incidental application in destroying Akatsuki, just as the Great Fireball Technique possesses an incidental application in pest control. That you have other routes to city-killers is not something to boast about–it merely means that most of the same objections must apply to them as well.
"Before anything else, did you learn nothing from the original incident? You are delivering city-killers to the
Hokage. To be sure, the Eighth is of a different mould to the Seventh, and is a man to whom I am prepared to feel a certain amount of actual loyalty, but he is human, just as the Seventh was human. You wish him to live his entire life with the temptation of ultimate destructive power, of eliminating any given threat to all in his care, of creating a permanent Pax Konoha with but a single great sacrifice? Or do you wish to keep your death runes under sole control, defying the Hokage's direct orders when they come, facing off against Leaf in a war where the fate of the world is at stake, all our loved ones are on the other side, and your only weapons are weapons of mass destruction?
"The other side of the boatman's coin is the greater future. In a world of city-killers, humanity's survival is founded exclusively on the fact that you alone possess them, and can trust yourself not to abuse them.
Is that enough? In the first place, Hazō, I… I love and trust you more than most people in this world, and yet I do not consider you a moral titan beyond temptation. You have erred in the past, as we all have. You will err many times more. In fact, you are in a much worse position than the Hokage, for so much more rests on your shoulders, and always will. He is the guardian of Leaf. He is coming to understand his responsibility for protecting AMITY, for protecting world peace from those who would devour it, but it is not yet instinctive to him that one's responsibility is
truly proportional to one's power.
"You will save the world. Not merely from war, but from ignorance, hunger, illness, the thousand hatreds that tear humanity apart on levels below geopolitics–in short, from itself, and you will not cease your labour until it is done. Responsibility crushes one, Hazō. It warps one. It causes one to make choices an earlier, more innocent self could not imagine. I would not trust myself with ultimate power, and you must not either.
"The original runecrafters, we believe, were the Sage's companions, in other words the founders of the so-called Thinker Clans. Hazō, do you believe, in all sincerity, that between us we could not have preserved the power that forged the Great Seal and must have been capable of a thousand more miracles besides? That power was surrendered, by shinobi of legendary collective intellect, because they understood down to the marrow of their bones the concepts I am now flailing to express. It was erased from this world, and the instant Pain somehow rediscovered it, he nearly triggered an apocalypse. He, like you, was an idealist determined to save the world, and his ritual might well have done so, at a price he deemed acceptable.
"But suppose you
are a moral titan. Let us speak of non-proliferation. To begin with, runes are not exclusive to you. Anything you create will be an inspiration to Orochimaru once seen in action. I am uncertain whether he would ever create a city-killer on his own initiative–his heart's desire, as I understand it, is to be left alone to solve the mysteries of the world, yet the second he displays such power, the world will beat a path to his door. On the other hand, knowing that such weapons are in use may well motivate him to ensure he is not left behind. Indeed, they are much more threatening to him than some targeted weapon optimised for use against Akatsuki and their specific powers.
"Regardless, Orochimaru's death is on the long-term agenda. A city-killer will not save him from us once we are finally prepared. Beyond that happy day, do you intend to take runecrafting to your urn? Does Kagome know it? Will he before your death? Will you instruct no others in this art you intend to reshape the world, forsaking any possibility of mass production? Will you leave it to an heir, or allow it to go extinct so that no Gōketsu of future generations may use it?
"Or perhaps you will successfully protect the secret of this particular city-killer's function, maintaining OPSEC until you die along with everyone else who knows. Can you ensure that it will only be used once, against Akatsuki? That in the course of that encounter, no clues will be left behind, including any observation by Akatsuki survivors? The Elemental Mastery weapon's basic concept is counter-intuitive, but it is not
complicated once clues suggest a direction of experimentation.
"No city-killers exist in this world. The concept of a shinobi single-handedly annihilating a wide area, beyond the power of other shinobi to counter or evade, is laughable. It is a dream. Even the greatest S-rankers cannot assault a hidden village alone, for they have finite chakra, and a coordinated assault by jōnin willing to sacrifice themselves will eventually end them. Nor can a Zoo Rush be accomplished without an entire village's worth of chakra, and I do not doubt that research on hard counters is already underway across the Elemental Nations. The weaknesses of summoners and summons are common knowledge.
"You would make city-killers possible. We
know from Elemental Mastery that it can be done with ninjutsu. Doubtless paper seals hold even more potential. Once the potential is made real, once every shinobi knows that they are there to be found, the world will change. Perhaps it will end.
"I suppose I have said enough. You requested a sanity check in good faith, and thus I have endeavoured not to rant, but this is an issue close to my heart and my self-control is finite. I will even refrain from belabouring my final point regarding the difference in reaction from other villages between learning that Leaf is capable of exterminating S-rankers and learning that Leaf is capable of exterminating
them."
"So what you're saying," Hazō said eventually, "is that you don't think I should pursue this direction of research."
"I believe it would be unwise."
"Then I won't," Hazō said simply. "It's not as if I don't have plenty of other ideas."
Kei looked taken aback.
"You mean it? You would exercise common sense in a matter of weapons research on my word alone?"
"It's what I keep you around for, Kei," Hazō said wryly. "That and you're a good Hagoromo-mocking partner. Mari's creative and knows curses from all over the world, but she doesn't have your fire."
A small smile tugged at the corner of Kei's mouth.
"Hazō, I am for the moment rationing my dispensation of hugs so as to preserve my limited emotional endurance while I am unable to recharge from Tenten. That caveat notwithstanding, please consider yourself hugged. Affectionately, even."
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