"Got it," Hazō said, opening his eyes.
Naruto Clotheshorse blinked. "What?"
"Branching tree of fifteen plans, each with an average of twenty-seven explanatory points, one to six subpoints, and even a few sub-subpoints."
Clotheshorse raised an eyebrow dubiously.
Hazō laughed. "Joking. It's only five plans, and they aren't quite that detailed."
"Oh, well, that's okay then," Clotheshorse said sarcastically. "Don't worry, at a certain age performance issues are to be expected."
Hazō shot him an icy stare and made a note to inflict legendary revenge at some point in the future.
"First plan," he said. "Catch that damn chakra beast. Here, have some bait." He pulled a fistful of storage seals out of a pocket on his vest, not stopping to see what they were. Kagome-sensei would forgive him if he ended up dumping all the foie gras and caviar. He would
probably even forgive dumping the creaky chicken, but only because it would save Akane.
Clotheshorse made a cross with his fingers. "Multiple Shadow Clone Technique." The new clone grabbed the seals and raced off.
"What's next?" The prankster was gone, his demeanor entirely serious.
"Next is you go capture some hostile ninja."
Naruto Clotheshorse, S-rank ninja of the Village Hidden in the Leaves, blinked.
"I
what?"
Hazō met the other ninja's eyes, pushing every trace of sincerity that he could muster. He had yet to master the 'killing intent' power of more senior ninja; he could not force his will upon reality and make the world seem colder or full of demons. Nonetheless, his seriousness burned on his face.
"They are my family," he said calmly. "They will not die. Period. I lost my father when I was five, I lost all the friends I had in Hidden Swamp, I lost my mother to exile, I lost Jiraiya, I lost who Mari used to be. I am
not losing anyone else. You can help, or you can get the fuck out of my way."
Naruto Clotheshorse studied him for a moment. "Let's be clear about something," he said at last, his voice very calm and remote. "These threats that you keep throwing around? They're cute. Really. I appreciate how much you care about everyone, I admire your ability to function as a decisive leader, and I understand how much stress you're under right now. That said, you're a newly-frocked chūnin and I'm the jinchūriki of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox. I have 'flee on sight' orders in three separate bingo books and I used to hold my own against people like Maito Gai, Hatake Kakashi, and Jiraiya of the Sannin. Confidence is a good trait in a ninja, but a proper appreciation of reality is also important."
All the emotions Hazō had been struggling to suppress—the fear for his teacher and his friend/ex-girlfriend/clan sister/???, the incipient panic that he wouldn't be able to save them, the otherworldly jangling that sang through his nerves after his encounters with the 'voice' of the blotch—coalesced and changed. They ceased to be separate things moving in different directions and forged themselves into a unity, a spear raised against the world and surrounded only by ice and purpose. He stepped forward into Naruto Clotheshorse's space, leaving them almost chest to chest, and locked his eyes on those of his target.
"Threats?" he asked quietly. "You think those were threats? Those were promises, Naruto. I know what
I'm going to do: Save my family, even if the world burns. What about
you? Will you stand back and allow Leaf-nin to die when you maybe could save them? Will you kill me, the Clan Head of Jiraiya's clan? Is that the Will of Fire that you care so much about? What would Gai say, if he were here? Jiraiya? The Third?"
Clotheshorse met his eyes for a moment, then looked away. "Okay," he said. "Fine. I'm in, but I'm not going to start a war to do it." His lip twitched for a moment in something vaguely akin to a smile. "For the record, Jiraiya would say: Don't start a war, even if that means they die."
"Yeah, well, I'm not Jiraiya."
Clotheshorse chuckled. "No, you're—oh, hang on. Just got an update. We captured a bristleback. Plenty big enough to take the...you called it 'the Blotch'? Well, this thing can definitely take it. We're still looking for something better, though. Bristlebacks don't emit active chakra, so they might not be able to bait the thing onto themselves. We're still looking for a zaprat or something like that."
Hazō blinked. "Naruto, you're a genius. Pack your gear, we're headed north." He turned and dashed off back to camp.
o-o-o-o
"This is demeaning," groused Naruto Syllogism.
The clone was slogging through water up to his chest, his feet stirring up mud. Periodically he would dip his right hand into the bucket of blood he carried and swoosh it around in the water. "Heeere, gator gator gator!" he called hopefully. "Here, gator! Look at this! Nice tasty ninja, too stupid to know how to waterwalk! Having to slog through mud like a stupid softfoot peasant! C'mon over and eat me!"
Being back in the Swamp of Death certainly stirred up memories, Hazō reflected. Strangely, not all of them were bad. There was even something...well, something
homey about it. This was the place where his journey had truly begun. Where he had forged the bonds with Noburi and Keiko that led Mari to rescue them when the proto-Village was destroyed. Where, ironically, he had mastered waterwalking.
Thirty feet away, Akane was badgering Kagome into letting her take the Blotch back. The older man kept pushing her off and snapping at her, but the smoke coming off his shirt and the expression of pain on his face suggested that he'd left it a bit too long.
"Give it to her, sensei!" Hazō called. "We're almost there!"
"Ow!" Beside Hazō, Naruto TehCoolestEvah winced.
"What's wrong?"
"Some plant just shot a harpoon through my throat. It's dealt with."
"Spearlilies," Hazō said, nodding. "If they hit rea—uh, if they hit meat people then they suck all the blood out of you in a few seconds. It's horrible."
"Nice save." TehCoolestEvah shook his head ruefully. "To be fair, 'it's horrible' seems to describe most of what's in this place. You guys
seriously thought this was a good place to build a village?"
Hazō shrugged. "Shikigami picked it and we weren't given a choice. Still, you have to admit that it makes a pretty good defensive perimeter." He looked around. "We aren't too far from the island, actually. It should be about ten minutes that way if I haven't gotten too turned around."
TehCoolestEvah looked around and snorted. "How in the heck you navigate in here, I have no idea."
Hazō shrugged. "It's not really—"
"Fuckin' YOW!"
"Another spearlily?"
"No, some kind of...fuck, I have no idea. It's as big as a small house and it's got way too many legs and—"
There was a loud
smack from off to the side; when they glanced over they saw Akane holding Kagome-sensei in a headlock while trying to get her hand onto the Blotch. Kagome-sensei was struggling, shifting from side to side and trying to lift Akane by the leg he had managed to capture, which she easily prevented by skillful weight shifts and pushes that kept Kagome-sensei off balance.
After a few seconds she released him and leaped back with a cry of victory and the Blotch quiescent on her chest. Kagome-sensei's shirt was smoldering and there were blisters on his skin in the areas where the shirt had burned through. He glared impotently at Akane (who was sticking out her tongue at him and doing a truly juvenile victory dance), and then rummaged through his seals for some burn cream.
"As I was saying," TehCoolestEvah said, "it's as big as a small house, it's got too many legs, and it's covered in fur and mud. It zapped me with some sort of lightning attack."
"Cool! A spiderbear will be perfect. You didn't kill it, did you?"
TehCoolestEvah glared at him. "Do I look stupid? That's the whole point of this, right? Capture something with active chakra emissions so that we can get the Blotch off those two?"
"Right," Hazō said. "Sorry, I'm just nervous. I was really hoping the bristleback would do the job."
TehCoolestEvah nodded. "S'all good. And yeah, that would have been nice." He snorted. "Gotta say, I did not expect that second plan. I was thinking we would just press it against the beast and hope. Having Kagome lie down on it while Akane shoves her fist up the thing's butt and tries to use chakra adhesion from the inside? Not really on my list of possible plans."
"Yeah, well, it seemed like a good idea at the time," Hazō mumbled, blushing slightly. It had taken a while to convince Kagome-sensei and Akane (mostly Akane) to give that one a shot, and longer to restrain the bristleback enough for it to be feasible.
"Ah yes," TehCoolestEvah said, nodding somberly. "'It seemed like a good idea at the time.' Words that are inevitably followed by horrible, horrible things. Never in the history of mankind has there ever been—"
"Are we almost there yet?" Hazō demanded. "And do you have it restrained?"
TehCoolestEvah chuckled. "'Almost' and 'yes'. It's got enough rope on it to hold Gamabunta—as long as he wasn't hitting the wakeleaf too hard, anyway—and six of me are keeping an eye on it. You might start thinking how you're going to convince it to cooperate. More butt-poking?"
"Actually," Hazō said, "I thought I'd start with the obvious thing first: Its lightning jutsu is a short-ranged chakra effect, so it should be enough to pull the Blotch off of Akane."
TehCoolestEvah looked doubtful. "That's a pretty nasty attack it's got. Two of me got a little too close and it popped us. It's not a win if she gets rid of the Blotch but gets fried in the process."
"It's short ranged and less effective the farther away you are. If Akane starts wading towards it then hopefully the Blotch will get pulled loose before she's hurt too badly."
TehCoolestEvah shook his head. "There is no possible way that is going to work."
o-o-o-o
"Wow," Naruto Tietack said, amazed. "I really did not expect that to work. Great job, Hazō."
Akane's hair was a giant frizzball radiating out from her head like a dustbunny and she was limping from the repeated shocks. She was also noticeably Blotch-free and grateful for it.
Hazō knew she was grateful because his aching ribs told him so.
"Okay," he wheezed, pressing on them carefully to ensure that they weren't cracked from the Most Youthful Hug of Delighted Gratitude. "That's enough time wasted. Let's get back to work."
"And out of this stinking swamp," grumbled Naruto Horsedoctor. He had gotten most of the chunks of exploded spiderbear out of his hair and was scooping up handfuls of swamp water to scrub the blood and guts off his hands and face.
"I told you to stand back," Kagome-sensei said unrepentantly.
XP AWARD: 4
Brevity bonus: 0 XP
It is now about 7pm and fully dark. You are surrounded by S-rank Shadow Clones so can move
relatively safely, but travel in the Swamp of Not-as-Deathful-as-it-Used-to-Be-When-I-Was-a-Genin is still dangerous. Do you want to camp on the island next to the collapsed caves and ghosts of your dead friends, do you want to try to hike an hour out, or do you want to try to find a tree to sleep in and hope that the critters don't eat you? Kagome and Akane are dead on their feet from running flat-out for hours while a steadily-heavier Blotch weighed them down, but they aren't happy about being here. Still, you're the expert on this place and everyone is willing to follow your direction.
Vote time! What to do now?
Next Thursday will be an interlude, so voting closes 10am Saturday, September 28, 2019.