January 5, 1069 AS, immediately following from Hazō and Keiko's Clear Communication Technique session.
Hazō retracted the rolled-up broadsheet.
"One more issue before we drop this subject and move on to that thing Noburi claims we'll be able to do with enough practice."
"Being normal people having normal conversations?"
"He's always been an optimist. At any rate, we've established that the Gōketsu are behind you on your decision. We've established it several times. Yes?"
Keiko nodded.
"I've had a chance to think about the practicalities," Hazō said, "and how does this sound: you tell the Pangolins that
I, as Gōketsu Clan Head, have unilaterally terminated the skytower contract, and you as an individual had no input on this decision and don't want it to impact on your personal relationship with the Pangolin Clan. That protects your summoner status, and hopefully preserves your tessera as well."
"You would do this for me?" Keiko asked disbelievingly. "But I have already told you that summons hold contracts sacred above all else. They are one of the few institutions mandated directly by the Pantokrator—excuse me, the Sage of Six Paths—as opposed to being interpretations of his teachings by his contemporaries. To terminate such unilaterally is regarded in much the same light as divulging clan secrets is on the Human Path.
"You cannot afford to do this, Hazō, not if you intend to later resume your work on the Seventh Path through Noburi and the Toads. Please, allow me and me alone to pay the price for my actions."
"No," Hazō said bluntly. "It's not a unilateral termination anyway. They get advance warning and a month's shipment. That's how you're
supposed to act when ending an agreement in good faith. Have you spoken to them already?"
Keiko looked down at the table. "Something else I have been delaying until the last moment out of fear. If I were to come to them with the news that I had betrayed them in a time of need, and then have to face them a second time when making the final delivery…"
"All right," Hazō said. "Let's table that for now. Instead, assume for a second that we, the rest of the clan, are actually competent and can handle the fallout of cancelling the contract, ideally with your help. How do you
feel about the idea?"
Keiko hesitated.
"I feel both guilty and relieved. On the assumption that it is somehow reasonable for you to accept punishment for another's crime… this has the potential to preserve my future."
"What do you mean?"
"My summoner status comprises the entirety of my personal value," Keiko explained matter-of-factly. "My combat skills are chūnin-level at best. My talent as a Mori is, as I have told you many times, merely mediocre within my former clan, and you overestimate it solely based on lack of grounds for a comparison. Certainly, given my missed years of training, I expect to be among the weakest of the Nara."
Not this again.
"Summoners are rare. Valuable. Each one potentially worth their weight in gold, and yes, I appreciate the irony. Divest me of that, as the Pangolins might well do if they ever perceive me as a liability, and I am no more than a child with erratic agency, questionable social skills, and catastrophic self-esteem issues.
"All of which I had already decided to be an acceptable price to pay to prevent the deaths of thousands. The idea that I can accomplish said intent without said price is… revolutionary. Imagine being able to accomplish Uplift without a single massacre of historic proportions."
"Uh, Keiko…"
"Thank you, Hazō," she said, meeting his eyes. "I mean it."
"Any time," Hazō said, as if there was any possible way a situation this bizarre could come up again in the future.
"There will be consequences," Keiko added. "Both for me and for the Gōketsu. Please do not overlook this. I may still find myself losing my tessera, insofar as they were part of the deal rather than a reward I earned through my own performance. If I am to keep them, and generally preserve my status despite my association with you, I expect to be sent on more missions than I have been thus far. Perhaps even military missions against other clans, and I remain conflicted over the possibility, given that it would be hypocritical on the one hand, and that I am in fact a ninja on the other. There may be other consequences for me associated with the blow to Pangolin military power, to be endured regardless of who was responsible for the contract's termination.
"More pressingly, I am concerned by the broader implications. On the Human Path, we are aware that the other villages will already be in the process of reverse-engineering skywalkers. Mist and Sand have samples borne by their survivors. Rock and Cloud will have procured them from opportunistic battlefield looting by their Chūnin Exam attendees. They could hardly be denied access to the place where their Kage died, and it would have been impossible to recover all the skywalkers before they arrived.
"On the Seventh Path, the Pangolins will be forced to suspend their conquest, indeed to withdraw any forces that suddenly find themselves overextended. Their enemies will already have assumed skytowers to be seals, ninjutsu, or previously-unseen racial abilities. Some, in consultation with summoners or more advanced clans like the Crows, may also have pondered the possibility of sophisticated mechanical devices. Let us generously assume that none have already deduced the truth. Of the items listed, only one can disappear without trace from the Pangolin arsenal within the space of a month.
"It takes little imagination to connect the two. Leaf has advanced sealing technology it did not previously display. The Pangolin Clan, associated with the Gōketsu of Leaf, has advanced sealing technology which it did not previously display. Add a few choice details, such as the timing and circumstances of our arrival in Leaf, the presence of multiple sealmasters among our ranks, your extraordinary attack on Kotsuzui—"
"I thought I covered that up pretty well," Hazō interrupted.
"Supposing for argument's sake that your justification was plausible and there were no sensory ninja in the audience… what kind of imbecile would
attempt to use explosives at melee range in the first place unless they believed they had a special means of protecting themselves?
"Regardless, and setting aside the fact that you are the brother of the Heavily-Armoured Melee Combat Clan Summoner, I hope you accept my greater point.
"It is not that I propose withdrawing my decision. In the same way as you believe Uplift to be unambiguously for the greater good, I believe this to be unambiguously for the greater good. In the same way that you are dedicated to Uplift beyond the psychological point of no return, I am past the point where I could continue to facilitate genocide, as a simple matter of personal identity.
"However, there will be dangers you need to consider. You can safely assume that the combined information from both Paths has pinpointed the Gōketsu as dangerously powerful sealmasters, or will soon. You can safely assume that we will be considered priority targets by our enemies: exceedingly valuable to capture or at least kill, yet with limited power to defend ourselves. The Human Path counts down to the Fourth World War. The Seventh Path now counts down to the Pangolins' defeat, whereupon the hostile summoners and their clans, including those
made hostile by the Pangolins' warmongering, will be free to turn their attention to us.
"Countermeasures will be essential. I will assist as best I can, within the bounds of the Nara contracts I have already signed. However, understand that despite my best efforts, I remain myself. I cannot propose brilliant solutions, only optimise their implementation."
Hazō nodded seriously. "I guess it's nothing we wouldn't have had to deal with sooner or later. But we can talk practicalities when the clan is ready and Leaf isn't threatening to come down about our ears. For now, are we agreed on me taking responsibility for ending the contract?"
"The proper response would commence with a thorough reminder of my general unworthiness, and proceed deep into familiar realms of self-castigation. However,"—she smiled—"insofar as you are still holding the rolled-up broadsheet, I will choose to omit them on this occasion.
"Please accept my sincere gratitude for your support. You will regret it."
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A/N: A missing piece of the previous plan, added for reasons I suspect may be clear.