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Hazō stared despondently at the familiar zeroes on the menu. He had a strong feeling they'd had many order-of-magnitude babies since his last visit, just to catch up with him getting clan head resources. He honestly couldn't tell whether Ino had picked this place a second time because the food was that good, because she enjoyed making his life difficult in subtle ways, or because she was making a point by bringing him to the café where she'd reamed him out for breaking Akane's heart. Stupid social experts and their social expertise.
"So what's the deal?" Ino asked, casually spinning a fork in a gesture of poor etiquette that would also allow her to launch it at his eyes without shifting her body weight. "Telling you up front: if you're here to bribe me for the big competition, go to Shika first. Weeding out stupid ideas before they get to the people who matter is in his job description. I pay him in cookies."
Shikamaru accepted cookies as payment. This information could be tactically useful somewhere down the line.
"I just wanted to unwind," Hazō said. "Things are crazy back at the estate, they're crazy here in the village proper, and I feel confident in saying that they're pretty crazy in the rest of the world as well. It would be nice to have a couple of hours with someone who has a sense of humour
and can spare a little time to use it."
Ino took a few bites out of her flambéed rodent. "I suppose I can do that. Mind, you're still in the middle of paying back the karma for what you did to Akane. But on the other hand, she seems happy enough being your clanswoman now, so the jury's still out."
"What's a jury?" Hazō asked.
"Chakra catfish," Ino said. "So what did you want to talk to Leaf's best and most gorgeous about? Is it fashion? Because I should warn you, Lightning-style winter cheongsams are on the way out. Great status symbols while they were in—what with there only being the one crate imported—but nobody can fight weather, at least unless they have a certain rare ninjutsu you shamelessly spilled the beans about.
"You do really need to work on your colour coordination, Hazō. Red and green didn't work for Jiraiya, and it's not working for you. Hit me up some time if you want me to do you a favour and make you look less like Naruto's long-lost cousin."
"Duly noted," Hazō said, suddenly self-conscious about wearing an outfit that, until the last few seconds, he had imagined to have a timeless kind of quality, like the black pyjamas Academy trainees used for particularly cruel stealth training.
"Not fashion, then?" Ino asked briskly. "Then boys. Hey, is your brother still available?"
Hazō choked on his drink as if a condor had gone down his throat.
"Asking for a friend. Anyway, what's the deal with you and Ami?" Ino leaned forward hungrily, though without lowering the fork. "Star-crossed lovers? Battle buddies? Nemeses fated to battle each other lifetime after lifetime?"
"No idea," Hazō confessed. "I'm pretty sure we're not lovers, what with me not being dead of Keiko, I'm positive I'd remember if I had multiple lifetimes of Ami, and I don't think we've ever stood side by side, except maybe for Keiko. I think technically we might be siblings?"
"Your family tree sounds more like an octopus tied in a knot," Ino said approvingly. "If I could write, I would be halfway through
Hōketsu Gazō and His Chamber of Secrets right now. If you end up marrying any of your siblings or technical siblings or siblings-in-law or Tenten—what? I'm not blind—I will be expecting a detailed report. Except if you marry Akane, in which case I will murder you because you've done enough to that poor girl who is too forgiving for her own good."
"I am not going to marry Akane," Hazō was about to say, but somehow the words stuck in his throat. At least the condor was going to be in good company.
"Changing the subject completely," Hazō said, "how have you been? In a non-fashion, non-boy way?"
The fork stopped spinning.
"Well," Ino said lightly, "I lost my father a couple of months ago, followed by my entire extended family, plus a bunch of financial assets and orally-taught ninjutsu which I could really do with in order to rebuild the clan I wasn't supposed to inherit for another decade or two, plus my technical not-sibling is going through the exact same thing and there's nothing I can do to help him because anything I can do for him, I should already be doing for the Yamanaka. Any further questions?"
"I'm sorry, Ino," Hazō stammered. "That isn't what I wanted to…"
Ino shook her head. "No, my bad. You wanted to unwind. And besides, things aren't that bad. Chōji and his dad are managing a whole bunch of cross-clan practicalities so we don't have to, and I've got Akane when I need her, and I can entrust Shika to Keiko, no problem. Girl's useful
and adorable."
"Adorable?" Hazō said incredulously. There was exactly one person in the world who might conceivably describe Keiko as adorable, and that person was so biased in her own way that she made Hyūga look like a champion of social equality.
"I just want to take her home and put her on a shelf," Ino confided. "But my shelves aren't big enough to carry teenage girls—though I'm keeping the option open—so I guess Shika's bed is the next best thing."
She stopped to process her own words. The fork clattered onto the plate.
"Unthink, brain,
unthink! Ahh, that's better. Hashirama's enormous wood, it's great to be a Yamanaka."
"Changing the subject completely
again," Hazō said, "I was actually wondering about Leaf humour. I keep noticing a lack of sharks in casual conversation, and it's making me feel almost like I'm in another village."
"Leaf humour?" Ino asked. "All right. Here's a riddle for you. Three travellers are on a cart going down a forest path. They reach a clearing, and they see a sheep. The driver looks back and says, 'I'm not from around here. I'll buy a beer for whoever gives me the best advice on what to do with that sheep.
"The trader says, 'Great. Free sheep. Let's catch it and have ourselves meat for dinner tonight.'
"The farmer says, 'Are you crazy? You don't get a sheep wandering around in a forest on its own. It must be a chakra sheep. Take a detour.'
"And the ninja in disguise just smirks and starts doing hand seals. 'What sheep?'
"Now, Hōketsu Gazō, can you tell me what each one of them did wrong?"
Hazō glared at her for the nickname, which he had a horrible suspicion wasn't going away any time soon, and could only hope wasn't contagious. Then he began to think.
"Well," he said, "wild sheep are pack predators, right? So the trader's wrong for not being suspicious."
Ino nodded. "Civilian common sense. If you're in the wilderness and see
anything, you run. If you don't see anything, that means it's too quiet, and you run."
"The farmer…" This one was harder. If it
was a chakra sheep, then giving it a wide berth could only be a good idea. Unless staying away from the sheep made you vulnerable to something worse, or gave it time to build up more power, or the sheep was a sign that you were already under predator genjutsu and you had to confront the heart of the illusion in order to be able to escape before you were eaten…
"All right," Ino said, "I guess you don't have chakra sheep where you come from, so I'll make this a freebie. If you have line of sight to a chakra sheep, then a chakra sheep has line of sight to you, in which case it's already too late to run. You may as well act as if it's something you
can survive which just happens to look like a sheep."
"That makes sense. We say the same thing about chakra chameleons. If one lets you see it, it's because it will no longer make a difference."
"I didn't realise they had chakra scorpions in Water," Ino said. "So what did the last one do wrong?"
"If there's no more sheep, then you can't tell who was right? Or maybe killing it attracts more predators, or makes it self-destruct in a huge blast?"
Ino shook her head. "You're overthinking it. What the ninja did wrong was compromise his disguise, so now he'll have to kill all the witnesses and cover the remaining journey on foot—which will look suspicious at his destination and could endanger his mission."
Kill all the witnesses. All fifty witnesses.
Hazō gave a smile that was pleasant, rather than tortured, only thanks to hours of mocker- err, practice with Noburi.
"My turn," he said after a lengthy pause. "So one night, a Hoshigaki stumbles into an underground broker's shop in a panic. 'You've got to help me,' he says. 'I told my brother I'd bring my new girlfriend to his wedding tomorrow, but she got arrested for treason this afternoon, and I can't tell him something like that on his wedding day. I need someone to take with me, but I can't afford to pay for a professional escort.'
"So the broker thinks a little, and smiles, and he says to the Hoshigaki: 'I have the perfect solution. I'll let you pay in instalments, and you can use my loan shark.'"
Ino looked at him blankly.
"The Hoshigaki are the shark clan like the Inuzuka are the dog clan," Hazō explained awkwardly.
"Oh, now I get it!" Ino gave a gracious smile. "We don't make fun of the Inuzuka much. It's like shooting fish in a barrel—which is probably popular entertainment in Mist, now I think of it."
"Actually," Hazō said, "we use fishing as a trial of manhood. You can't tell in advance what kind of fish is going to bite, and it could be anything from a kasagin to a chakra megalodon. It takes guts to go fishing off the coast, even if you're a ninja. The Angler of Attack championship is like the Chūnin Exam, only it's against the ultimate opponent—nature—and that makes it a lot harder. The Mizukage provides the prizes because he thin- thought that survival fishing expresses Mist's ideology of man overcoming the natural world and absorbing its strength."
"You sound like you're still into it," Ino observed neutrally.
"You can't do proper fishing in the Fire Country," Hazō said. "Not that I've really had time to try, but your freshwater fish don't even bite your arm off if you tug on the line at the wrong moment. It's like hunting tamed sheep with ninjutsu."
"Well, obviously," Ino said. "Leaf is the bastion of civilisation and refinement. Around here, we read poetry at each other. It can get very heated."
"Poetry."
"Sure," Ino said. "The Third was an amazing old-school poet, though people had to beg him to publish his work. Lord Akimichi's well-known in certain circles. And Shika's dad was awful, but people still read his work because he got the technical level perfect and everybody wanted to learn from him. The Fire Country has the oldest civilisation in the world—obviously—so we've got a cultural heritage going all the way back to the Sage of Six Paths."
Hazō raised an eyebrow. "And you?"
"I'm more of a popular fiction kind of girl. Still…
Beneath the cold snow
He dreams impossible dreams.
I fear for us all.
"You can't be a clan heir, much less clan head, without a proper classical education. Nudge nudge."
Hazō rolled his eyes. "Well, I'll just have to go sign up for remedial classes while the wealthy, influential clan founded by my clanless orphan stepfather runs itself without me. Maybe I'll ask my Mist-educated clan consort sister to look in on it when she's not too busy running a third of the village."
A shadow passed over Ino's face, but only briefly.
"Touché," she smirked. "Maybe you're in with a chance after all."
"You mean in the competition?" Hazō gave his own smirk back. "The Gōketsu Clan welcomes all challengers."
"Yeah," Ino agreed. "In the competition too." She looked down thoughtfully at the strawberry cake (the availability of strawberries in winter probably had something to do with the number of zeroes in that menu). She raised the fateful fork. "But enough talk. Have at it!"
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Kagome dithered a little over the Shadow Clone Technique, insofar as he was uncomfortable with the idea of another ninja with all of his knowledge wandering around, especially given that the copy would be as sensibly but dangerously suspicious of him as he was of it. However, Hazō persuaded him by highlighting the practicalities of never having to take time off research, even when seals needed scribing. He also commented that Kagome could now have a permanent disposable prototype tester who would pass along detailed memories of how the prototype failed, but was thrown into silence by two words: "Out contamination".
That said, the odds of a specialised sealmaster having the chakra to use it right now are low.
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The paralysis experts Ommonē Clan have lost their drive with the recent death of inspired clan head Sae. They may be willing to sell an adoption slot in return for rare ninjutsu, which would allow them to pursue a new vision for the clan.
The Daisho Clan have kept themselves politically relevant by having a sealmaster in every generation—until this one. With the rise of the KEI, their hopes of adopting a non-clan sealmaster any time soon have plummeted, but they still want their adoption slots on that million-to-one chance. Preferential seal trade terms, however, are the next best thing, and may be an option for persuading them.
The Shihō Clan were once in the top seven non-voting clans, only to undergo a great collapse when precious ally Shimura Danzō died in a tragic accident, and the dissolution of his clan meant their investment in him and his cause could never be repaid. They have learned their lesson well, and no longer care about lump sums of payment. Instead, they are building sustainable income streams with which to fuel their return to power, and can always be bribed with more.
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Asuma appreciates the copied seal list, and will check it against backup records, but he implies that your list is incomplete relative to the Tower's.
He is willing to accept a transfer of mortgage from the Orochimaru estate to the Gōketsu estate, but is not going to fight Orochimaru over whatever back rent etc. the latter feels you owe him.
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Any Yuno punching scenes are hereby officially left for
@eaglejarl, should he desire them, with the note that Yuno was last seen in combat in Chapter 49 (poor Noburi).
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