Chapter 310.1: Nightmares Shattered
"Dispel," Hazō muttered desperately, pulsing his chakra in futile hope that this would be a genjutsu. Please, please, please, let it be a—
The world shattered around him and he found himself sitting at the dinner table. Exactly where he had thought he was before 'Orochimaru entered the tent.' Surrounded by all the same people, including an unabducted Kagome-sensei, an untraumatized Honoka, an uninjured Aoi, and a gleeful, cackling Mari.
Rage flashburned Hazō's soul and he surged to his feet, flashing down the table at chakra-boosted speed to where that raging, evil, vicious bitch sat.
"Hazō?" Akane asked, somewhere behind him. He couldn't spend the energy to respond, choosing instead to grab Mari by the arm and drag her upright. She went willingly enough, making no attempt to get free, and that was the only reason Hazō settled for dragging her outside instead of punching her fucking head off.
Once they were out in the cold and the snow, Mari twisted free of his grip and stepped back, still smiling.
"Something wrong?" she asked innocently.
"You fucking cunt! I should—"
"You should shut your mouth," Mari interrupted. "You're the Clan Head and you're surrounded by your people." She gestured around at the other tents and the heads sticking out of them at the noise. "Do you want to show yourself as an out of control child yelling at his teacher, or as a mature leader chastising a subordinate?" She looked behind him and made a 'wave off' gesture. Hazō glanced back to see Noburi ducking back into the tent.
Hazō gritted his teeth and took several long, shuddering breaths. It took long seconds for him to finally get himself under control.
"You went too far," he ground out. "That was too much."
"Stop being such a puling child," Mari replied, contempt dripping from her voice. "That was far from the worst I could have done, and not even close to what an enemy would have done. You told me to help train you, and that's what I'm doing. Stay here until you have yourself under control; I'll make sure there's still some creaky chicken when you come back."
She moved to go past him, back into the tent, but stopped when he raised an arm to bar her way.
"What?" she said, sighing and rolling her eyes.
"You are losing yourself, Mari." The impossibility of the Out danced in his eyes, rendering her into nothing but an interesting composition of lines and shapes and relationships and threads that linked to him, to Noburi, to the others. "You would not have done that to me a year ago. Your behavior and personality have changed since you got back on your feet, and I don't like the direction they're going. It's barely acceptable when you aim it at our enemies, but if you start turning it inwards I will take steps. For now, take your dinner and go somewhere else. Eat it, then meditate and consider whether this is
really the person that Gōketsu Mari wants to be."
She sighed in disgust. "Hazō, I'm not a child who can be sent to her room. It's just adorable—"
"Stop."
She did, seeming surprised. He stepped in close, looking down on her with all the distance of one who was only loosely tethered to the paint. "I am your Clan Head, Mari. You will obey. Go. Now. Into the woods, don't come back for two hours. You have your gear; your flesh will not suffer more than unpleasant sensation for that time."
She stepped back, looking uncertain. "Hazō—"
"Your Clan Head has given you an order, daughter of the Gōketsu. Do you obey?"
She swallowed. "Fine. Put my plate in a storage seal."
She turned and vanished into the night.