Chapter 8β: The Apocalypse Roll Call
Morning came. To Hazō's thoroughly-concealed relief, neither Mari nor Kagome-sensei had decided to cut their losses and disappear in the night. Instead, Kagome-sensei was allowing himself to be handled by a Mari-Akane tag team, one pouring on reassurance in spades, with the tiniest hint of seduction, while the other took over with a junior's humble respect and innocent zest for life every time Kagome-sensei started to remember that Mari was a social spec whose every word could be (and, right now, actually was) subtle manipulation. The synergy between their completely non-overlapping skill sets bordered on terrifying.
Meanwhile, Noburi and Kei helped Hazō with the actual work that needed to be done, checking gear, packing up the camp (how he missed having an unlimited supply of storage scrolls), erasing every trace of their existence, and other such menial tasks. Hazō's loose knowledge of Iron's future affairs suggested that they weren't in direct danger yet, but Jiraiya might well have picked up more competent spies this time round, and while the locals were more than used to the Black Hunter's impossibly loud roars of fury, any passing ninja would have recognised the sound of tag explosions from when Kagome-sensei was doing his last-minute clearout of chakra beast lairs. Also, they were missing-nin, and missing-nin did not survive by taking a single precaution less than necessary.
The journey south, to the border, proceeded without incident, and when the team stopped for lunch, Hazō decided it was time. Kagome-sensei's recruitment and Mari's initiation had been the penultimate tests. Now it was time to resurrect Team Uplift in all its glory if he could–or lose everything if he couldn't.
Hazō put his empty bowl down on the grass and rose from the tree stump he'd been sitting on.
"Inoue. Mori. Wakahisa. Ishihara. Kagome-sensei." Kagome-sensei narrowed his eyes, but didn't tell him off, which Hazō counted as a victory. "I think it's time to discuss our next steps. You've all chosen to stick with me through my implausible stories and plans that don't make sense until they work, and it's time I repaid that trust by telling you exactly what we're up against, and what I consider to be my mission. If you decide it's too much for you and you want to walk away and be ordinary missing-nin instead, that's your right, but know that the opportunities ahead are every bit as big as the threats–and some of the threats won't spare
anyone if they're not defeated."
"Well," Mari said, "that's good and ominous."
"You deserve the truth," Hazō said. "You especially, after I lied to you. Just remember, as you listen: I'm not just asking you to be part of the fight because it's the right thing to do. I'm asking you to fight because I believe that together, and with the other people and resources we pick up along the way,
we can win.
"There are four challenges ahead of us, and I'm going to start with the biggest. It is this: humanity is dying."
"Metaphorically dying like our ethics growing worse with every generation like the elders say," Akane clarified, "or literally dying like the disease spirits from the eastern continent coming to sow another plague?"
"Our ethics were pretty bad to begin with," Hazō said, "but a bit of both. Mori, your people have run the numbers."
"Do you mean the Kasō-Sensō cycle?" Kei asked.
"I mean the greater-scope version," Hazō said. "You can probably explain it better than I can."
Kei shifted on her log, clearly a little uncomfortable to suddenly be the centre of attention. But Hazō also knew that someday education would become her Uplift, and in the meantime, forecasting doom was half her hobby and half her religious duty.
"During the Warring Clans era and likely before," Kei began, "ninja clans were spread fairly uniformly across habitable territory, as more powerful ones forced their inferiors to the periphery, but lacked the motivation to weaken themselves with more war than necessary when equally powerful neighbours were ever prepared to take advantage. This even distribution meant that every region possessed shinobi both able and willing to defend their income sources from chakra beasts. In fact, lesser chakra beasts were
less of a threat to civilisation than they are now, though conversely the weaker clans struggled when aberrant forms like the dreaded chakra pony emerged, or when changes to the environment provoked incursions from hordes of chakra beasts that had been allowed to breed unchecked in unpopulated areas.
"Then, with the dawn of the Village Era, power became centralised. The superior clans became founders. The inferior clans were either forced to join like the Kani"--Hazō didn't miss the faint twisting of her lips in disgust–"exterminated like the Funato, or driven to the edges of civilisation like the Pirate Lords. This had predictable consequences. The villages became, as far as the wilderness was concerned, impregnable fortresses, and the civilian villages within their patrol radii flourished greatly, to the extent that civilian settlements can flourish without the exceptional protection granted by city status.
"However, visualise, if you will, a series of concentric circles around every village, beacon lights of civilisation diminishing in brightness until at last all beyond is dark. The brighter the light, the more patrolled those areas are, and the more civilians survive. But the number of shinobi who can be assigned to patrols is finite, and military needs mean some areas must be more densely patrolled even if they are sparsely populated. Furthermore, chakra beast extermination missions feature an escalating risk of losing valuable shinobi as one moves further from cleared zones and mission rank increases, which must be measured against the resource value of the settlements to be defended. The Mori are regularly called upon to provide such calculations.
"The further from the village, the dimmer the light and the less protection civilian settlements receive. Finally, there is a border beyond which all is darkness. Nothing but the whim of fortune stands between its residents and extinction."
It was a bright, warm day, but all that greeted Kei's statement was a cold silence. Hazō already knew all of this, of course. Mari was probably worldly-wise enough to have some idea too, though he doubted she'd ever cared enough to think it through in such stark terms. But Noburi, Kagome-sensei, and
especially Akane… her face hurt to look at.
"Naturally," Kei continued, "this is but the beginning. Kurosawa referred to the Kasō-Sensō Cycle, a concept very few non-Mori genin are familiar with, though I suppose by now I must learn to expect such extraordinary erudition. What becomes of the circles of light when war erupts between the villages and shinobi perish by the hundred?"
Akane had gone pale. "They contract?"
"They contract," Kei confirmed with a touch of perverse satisfaction. "Or, conversely put, the darkness expands. Naturally, few have the wherewithal or the inclination to calculate
civilian losses during and immediately after a war, but the Mori have a duty. To the extent that it is possible, which is admittedly very limited, we run the numbers. During the first year after each world war, the estimated civilian losses are staggering. Of course, the populations of civilian settlements on the periphery, in the dimmer circles, were never so impressive to begin with, and thus their food production and chakra-capable births as well, and so the impact on ninja village function is limited.
"The Kasō-Sensō Cycle also refers to the second half of the process. Gradually, ninja populations recover. The circles of light expand. New settlements are founded. And eventually, when the ninja populations peak once more… it is time for another war."
"That's… horrifying," breathed the commonborn Akane.
"It is the way of the world," Kei said, "and the world is horrifying enough that this is merely representative. As to the point I imagine Kurosawa intends to make, it is that the process is not self-sustaining. Shinobi populations, rarely exceeding even a thousand, and fed partly by intra-village births, recover more rapidly than the uncounted millions in the outer circles do. With every war, the darkness grows emptier forever.
"But, as I mentioned, the villages on the periphery make a relatively small contribution to the total income. By the time this is no longer so, by the time the beacons of civilisation begin to flicker as the remaining civilian population struggles to fuel them, and our leaders realise that humanity can no longer
afford war, it will be too late. We will no longer possess the manpower to restrain the wilderness as it consumes our sources of food and new shinobi, and before long, the beacons will be extinguished."
By the end of the explanation, even Kei's own face was dark. "We failed," she added. "The villages were meant to have the exact opposite effect. Instead of countless tiny lights struggling against the dark, there were to be mighty beacons steadily expanding the light of civilisation. Instead of the only guarantors of humanity's existence slaying each other through petty strife over a few bags of rice, there was to be an age of peace and prosperity as they joined forces against our common enemy. We failed, and in subordinating ourselves to the cause, crippled our ability to direct and to experiment with alternative solutions."
"This is what we're up against," Hazō said. "This is the final enemy. It doesn't matter who wins what war, who lives or who dies. We will all perish in the end unless we stand up and fight
now, while the course of history can still be reversed. Thank you, Mori. I think you made things clearer than I ever could."
"Not at all."
"Jump in to stop me if I'm wrong," Mari said, "but we're talking about global historical processes here. Are you seriously asking
us, a rag-tag bunch of missing-nin, to stand up against literally the shinobi world itself? Because I'm guessing the world still has a few world wars in it, certainly enough to cover a missing-nin's lifetime, and all you're making me think is that I should run off and find some way to be happy while there's still time."
"I can't blame you," Hazō said. "Honestly, I've always wondered
how I ended as someone who can't think that way. It certainly wasn't something I got from the Academy, and even my mum just taught me basic human decency.
"But the question I want you to ask, for now, isn't 'Can I stop it?' It's 'Would I fight to stop it if I could?'
"Because the answer is, it can be fought. In the alpha timeline, we and our allies were already experimenting with ways to uplift humanity out of this sorry state, and some of those experiments were bearing fruit. Education. Technology. Better logistics. They won't fix the root cause of the cycle, but they are just some of the weapons we can give humanity to fight back against the encroaching wilderness. If civilian prosperity rises, if the civilian population rises, it buys us time, and it also lays the foundations for a better world. We need something better to fight for than just 'not the extinction of humanity', and with enough hard work, that something is within reach."
"Can it be done?" Kei asked sceptically. "As Inoue-sensei observes, you are challenging global trends. For this, you require global resources. You also require the power to convert or subordinate the Kage and the lesser rulers, a task that is even more difficult than you know. No amount of idealism, nor even a moderate demonstration of success, will prevent them from slaying you in an instant if they ever decide you are more of a liability than an asset–assuming a missing-nin can persuade them to lend an ear at all."
"It can be done," Hazō said. "Not quickly, but we have some assets that will blow your mind if we can only recover them. I'll get to those later. For now, please just keep asking yourself that question. 'Would I fight to stop this if I could?'
"The second thing to fight is actually the smallest, and it follows on directly from the first: the Fourth World Ninja War. I don't think it's news to anyone that Mist and Leaf are sharpening their kunai, waiting for the first sign of weakness. In the alpha timeline, the first blow of that war was struck not all that long from now, and the only reason that the second blow never happened was that the first was a double knockout. Both Kage died, for completely unpredictable reasons which I already know and soon you will too. This battle shouldn't be too hard to prevent since Kagome-sensei and I were the reason it happened in the first place, but then we need to figure out how to avert the conflict without it."
"We
what?" Kagome-sensei demanded.
I'll tell you all later," Hazō said. "Instead, the Fourth War was started by Hidden Rock after Leaf lost an enormous amount of military power in a battle which, again, we can and need to prevent. More importantly, the Fourth War ended in an enforced world peace. A fragile one, to be sure, but proof of concept. We need to recreate that as soon as possible, and then throw ourselves behind reinforcing it, something we weren't able to do in the alpha timeline. This is a major objective, but it's also going to be really hard because the original was founded thanks to a variety of disasters we need to prevent.
"The third enemy is key to those, and that's Akatsuki. Kagome-sensei can give us a detailed breakdown later, and boy can I supplement it, but for now what you need to know is that they're a mercenary organisation of S-rank ninja with a leader who is whatever's
above S-rank."
Mari gave him a sceptical look.
"It's unconfirmed," Hazō acknowledged. "But he
can do something no other ninja can or should be able to do: consume all nine Tailed Beasts in a ritual powerful enough to cover the entire world."
"I call bullshit," Mari said. "The end of the world and the coming war are common sense, sort of, but now we're into the realm of fairy tales."
"No," Kagome-sensei said, "the kid's finally speaking sense. Which ritual are we talking about? Is he going to recreate Arisato's Great Seal? Open the gates to the Dweller at the Threshold? Complete the Sage's and his brother's work and use chakra to telepathically connect everyone?"
"I don't know," Hazō said. "Possibly that last one, since he thought it would end all war forever. Inoue, I don't blame you for being sceptical, but I will say that all five Kage dropped everything to go stop him, together with whatever armies could get there in time. That should tell you how seriously they took it.
"Obviously, Akatsuki need to be stopped. We don't know what'll happen if they pull off the ritual, but I don't want to gamble on them getting everything right if the tiniest error in a ritual that's never been done before is going to do something terrible to the
entire world. In the alpha timeline, that took a battle in which a sizeable chunk of the world's chuunin and above lost their lives, the geopolitical landscape was a wreck, and, as mentioned, it ultimately triggered the next war. The good news is that all we need to do is warn the villages. Even if they don't believe us, they'll change their minds once the first jinchuuriki gets kidnapped, and Akatsuki needs all nine.
"The bad news is that Pain, their leader,
chose to kidnap the nine as bloodlessly as practical. Akatsuki is a society of S-rankers trained to fight side by side. If they take the gloves off, the death toll could be fantastical. The
worse news is that if we prevent the ritual without killing them, they might go away and try something else equally bad, and this time we won't have the foreknowledge to stop them."
The others exchanged glances.
"Kurosawa," Noburi said, his bowl uncharacteristically unfinished at his feet, "even if we believe you, this is… a lot. We're not the Sage of Six Paths and his legendary hero allies here."
"Technically, I am descended from one," Kei said, "but please by no means take this as confidence in my abilities."
"The Wakahisa are descended directly from the Sage of Six Paths himself," Noburi said. "I wouldn't worry about it."
So were the Kurosawa, for that matter, and, of course, every other clan. Hazō hoped the clanless half of the team didn't feel left out.
"Just one more to go, and then we can get to the good stuff, I promise," Hazō said.
"This one is going to be even worse for my credibility than Akatsuki, but fortunately, none of you have to worry about it until we get the right summoning scrolls."
"Hazō," Mari interrupted, "summoning scrolls are legendary artefacts that the world's strongest clans have fought wars over since the days of the Sage. All of them have either been claimed by the villages or are so lost that those villages, with all their resources, gave up on finding them. I know you're an optimist, but this is getting ridiculous."
"The Pangolin Scroll is in Tea," Hazō said casually. "It's being kept by a hidden village that's survived for centuries without contact with the outside world, and it's ours for the taking as long as we can navigate some politics and pass a trial without getting killed. I was going to suggest heading there next. The Porcupine Scroll is in a forest on O'Uzu Island, guarded by a surprisingly manageable giant snake. The Squirrel Scroll is in Neck, on the eastern continent, though I'm less optimistic about finding it with the resources we have now. Ditto the Otter Scroll somewhere north of the Wind Country. The Condor Scroll belongs to a summoner from Bird, but she can summon the Condor Boss, so should leave her be until we can bring firepower to match."
"Holy shit."
"Yeah," Hazō said. "At minimum, that's two scrolls we can grab right now. I told you we had assets."
Finally, Mari was starting to look a little less sceptical.
Shame about what was coming next.
"Unfortunately, the reason we
need scrolls is that in the Summon Realm, or the Seventh Path as its natives call it, there's an enormous three-dimensional seal known as the Great Seal. That seal is the only thing standing between our two Paths and a horde of nigh-unkillable abominations known as Dragons… and it is failing."
"When you say nigh-unkillable…" Noburi ventured.
"SSS-rank, maybe?" Hazō said. "Powerful enough that the classification system breaks down, put it that way, and each with crazy unique powers and immunities. Extinction is humanity's worst threat, but the Dragons are close, because they gain the powers of whatever they consume, and sooner or later, that will include the power to come
here."
"So what are
we supposed to do?" Noburi asked.
"In the short term, get the summon clan bosses to come together and fight," Hazō said. "It's surprisingly harder than it sounds, but it can be done. In the longer term, fix the Great Seal. It's made with a completely different discipline than the sealing we know, but it is still a kind of sealing. It can be reverse-engineered, though I didn't quite pull it off before the sealing failure."
"You're serious," Kagome-sensei said. "You found a 3D seal. I thought they'd all been destroyed."
Huh. Alpha Kagome-sensei hadn't known anything about 3D seals. How weird.
"Deadly serious," Hazō said. "Can you imagine what kind of discoveries we might make while we're busy figuring out the Great Seal?"
Kagome-sensei stared into the distance.
"Those are our enemies," Hazō said. "Now, let's talk assets. Remember, these need to be super-classified, just like the scroll locations. They're our only competitive advantages, at least for now, and if we lose them too early, we lose.
"First, I know how to create a seal that lets ninja walk on air, I know where to get the seal that makes it work, and Kagome-sensei has the skill to make it. Second, it's possible to combine a rare Leaf ninjutsu with Noburi's Bloodline Limit to create a training system that can get all of us to S-rank in a few years, assuming we can secure a stable chakra supply. Third, there is an easily-available ninjutsu in Leaf that can be leveraged for infinite wealth, though with a
lot of training.
"Those are the big ones, off the top of my head, but there are others, like how to use the Five-Seal Barrier to create towers in the sky that can't be reached without the aforementioned skywalker seals, or by ground-based chakra beasts, and that's if anyone can spot you in the sky to begin with."
He paused to survey his audience, all in various states of lost in thought. Kagome-sensei was scratching his head. Noburi was clutching his barrel strap tight. Akane's eyes were blazing in an expression of resolve. Kei's were distant, as if calculating, or perhaps simply retreating from the madness into the relative safety of her head. Mari was looking straight at him with an expression that suggested that she was trying to read the contents of his very soul.
"I know I'm asking a lot of you all," Hazō said. "I need you to believe that the threats are real, and that the amazing assets are real, and that one will be enough to help us challenge the other when, right now, we are all just a handful of misfits with only one elite jōnin, only one world-class explosives specialist, and only three Bloodline Limit holders to count on. It's your choice whether to believe me or not. You're allowed to say no. You're allowed to go and lead ordinary missing-nin lives and bet on those world-ending threats not being real. I will fight no matter what, but I won't force you to fight alongside me. All I want you to do first is to answer that question–inside your own hearts, not to me. Would you fight to stop them if you could?"
Silence. Not the silence of rejection, but an uncertain, wavering silence–except, of course, from Akane, who had long since made up her mind and was just waiting for the others to show their best selves.
"What happens to me?" Mari asked.
"I'm sorry?"
"In your alpha timeline," Mari said, "where the other Mari says yes, how does it work out for her?"
"Don't get hung up on that," Hazō said. "The whole point of this is that we're going to improve on the alpha timeline in every way possible. Also, I don't think it would be a good idea to prejudice your decisions in this timeline by making you base them on what the other Mari did or didn't do."
"Hazō," Mari said with iron in her voice, "you promised to trust me. You promised to treat me as an adult who can make her own choices. Are you going to stand by those words or are you going to keep information from me about
my other self?"
Hazō held up his hands placatingly. "Sorry. You're right. That was unreasonable of me.
"Inoue, in the alpha timeline, you're the matriarch of a small but powerful voting clan. You're not the leader, but you're his widow and the newer leader's trusted confidante. You manage the clan's public relations and espionage, and the whole thing would sink approximately once a week without your talents."
"I get married?" Mari asked sceptically.
"It was part of a cunning gambit to earn power and security," Hazō said, "at least at first. I think your feelings changed over time."
Mari nodded to herself as if this made much more sense.
"If you don't mind," Hazō said, "I'd rather leave the details for another time. You have every right to know… but only so much to process at a time, right?"
Mari gave a magnanimous nod.
"What about me?" Noburi asked." Do I become a badass jōnin with that training system you were talking about?"
Hazō hesitated.
"You do get some pretty awesome ninjutsu," he said," but actually, alpha timeline Noburi is a medic."
Noburi gave a displeased frown.
"I don't mean for support purposes," Hazō clarified. "Something about medicine speaks to your heart, and you end up working at a hospital as a medic-nin. You get pretty good at it, too, and you invent some unique medical applications for your Bloodline Limit."
"Huh," Noburi said uncertainly.
He hesitated. "Do I have a girlfriend?"
It was painfully obvious to Hazō, with his carried-over social skills, how carefully Noburi avoided looking at Kei.
Hazō wasn't sure how to handle the Noburi-Yuno issue. They were a great couple, in the end, but their relationship had been an unmitigated disaster the first time round, and there was every possibility that it simply wouldn't take off if Noburi was forewarned. On the other hand, with all the rippling changes flying around, there was a risk that if Noburi wasn't pointed in her direction, he might miss his chance altogether.
"I'll say to you what I said to Inoue," Hazō said. "It's your right to know. But are you sure you want to hear it,
here and now?"
"Oh. Uh, actually, never mind," Noburi agreed, realising that Kei was right there and might not react well to being told she was fated to date a boy she had yet to display any interest in.
That at least bought Hazō time.
"And me?" Kei asked. "What does the future hold for me, in addition to, I dare to hope, the miracle of survival?"
Ouch. This one was arguably even worse. "I definitely think we should talk about that in private."
"Why?" Kei asked. "Do I possess terrible secrets not fit for the ears of my long-term teammates?"
"Let's just say there are things they ought to hear from you," Hazō said carefully, "not from me."
Kei looked at him blankly, but did not argue further.
Hazō looked at the others.
Kagome-sensei shrugged. "I already got the basics. You don't want to know too much about your own future. That's when the fracture elementals come for you, to remove you from the timeline before you cause a paradox. I was there when it happened to… huh, I swear their name was on the tip of my tongue. Some guy I knew, anyway. Or was it a woman?"
"I don't need to know my future," Akane said. "I'm going to write my own story, and you're going to help me make it better than the other me's could ever be, aren't you?"
"Sure am," Hazō said with a smile. "So what do you all say? If you need time to think, that's fine too."
"I've already agreed," Akane said. "Going on a quest to save the world is the most youthful thing imaginable… and I like the sound of the Spirit of Second Chances."
"If the alternative is to sit in the darkness and silently watch the lights disappear one by one," Kei said, "then I find that a doomed struggle in which my agency is manifested as defiance against the injustice of the world feels unexpectedly appealing."
Noburi's gaze rested on Kei for a couple of seconds.
"Honestly, I'm not sold on any of this. Not on the dangers, not on the shinies, and especially not on the idea that we can really just use one to fix the other. And even if the dangers are real, I'm pretty sure there are hundreds of people more qualified to take care of them instead of us throwing ourselves into the fray and apparently getting killed by dragons."
"You mean Dragons," Hazō corrected him.
"Whatever," Noburi said. "What I'm trying to say is, you're being crazy and reckless, and I'm two-thirds sure you're talking out of your ass. But, based on everything you've said, it's obvious you're going to need me if you want to make it through the other third–for my common sense alone, never mind my brains, my charm, or the jōnin-level strength I've got simmering inside me. So for now, I guess you can count me in."
"I'll admit all that Cursed Censor Cycle stuff went a little over my head," Kagome-sensei said, "and I certainly don't think for a moment that the lot of you aren't plotting against me. I'm not that naive. But those Akatsuki stinkers running a conspiracy to take over the world with a secret ritual? The Sage's lousy handiwork threatening to unleash one of his superweapons on the world? After years of idiots sticking their fingers in their ears and calling me crazy, it's like I'm finally hearing someone speak some
sense.
"Of course," he clarified, "that just means you're trying to manipulate me. Too bad I can see right through you. But just this once, I'll play along. Just remember: the second I think one of you's about to stab me in the back–"
Kagome-sensei flicked his hands open.
"Boom! Squish."
Kei flinched.
Everyone turned to Mari.
"Well, now I'd just look like a heel if I went for the sensible option," she muttered to herself. "Look, it's not my style to go fighting apocalypses, especially four at a time."
"Three," Hazō said helpfully. "War doesn't really count, except in aggregate."
Mari rolled her eyes. "War. Death by Dragon. Famine when all the civilians are dead. Akatsuki trying to unleash some kind of telepathic brain plague. They're all as bad as each other if you're stuck in the middle of them, and that's exactly what you're proposing for us.
"But… I signed up with you because you promised me loyalty and trust. Eventually, something more. You've delivered on the deal so far, more or less, and if 'something more' turns out to be trying to save the world against impossible odds, well, more fool me for not asking for details up front.
"All this sounds like a crazy quest that's waiting to go wrong in more ways than I can count. But I'll admit it. You kids are starting to grow on me, a little, and it'd be a waste to disappear into the aether without at least trying Kagome's cooking a few times after Hazō's spent so long hyping it up. I guess I could stick with you a little longer.
"Prove to me that you've got what it takes, Captain Hazō. If you're really going to save the world, then impressing one little Inoue Mari should be a walk in the park."
Hazō restricted himself to a satisfied smile, even as his heart sang.
"Then welcome to Team Uplift, everyone. We're going to save the world, and not die trying."