Hey, look! A distraction!
"The day is well. Six new pups were born yesterday. Three patrols returned safely this morning, with no sign that our lands are under invasion. Throughout the Clan, no elders have felt a need to go into the empty today. Our scouts have seen no sign of fire, or drought, and the prey remains sufficient. And yours?"
Cannai has a very grounded sense of what makes a good day good and a bad day bad. I like that. He's been alive for who knows how many centuries (especially if time on the 7th path doesn't quite mesh with time on the human path), so maybe that comes with age? As the leader of the Dogs, I imagine he has to worry about politics (even if its more simplistic and bloody than Ninja politics), but his mindset is one I think Hazou would do well to learn to emulate.
Canvass was lying down with her head on her paws. She picked her head up, making herself taller than the little shih tzu ninjutsu instructor and allowing her to look down her long nose at him in a way that reminded Hazō of many of his Academy instructors.
"Only children taunt others," she said. "You may either mock Cannon's achievement or you may count yourself an adult. Not both."
Canun grumbled under his breath but said nothing more.
Canvass is the ultimate team mom.
Hazō lay down on his back next to the Dog Boss and crossed his ankles, fingers interlaced over his stomach. It was a beautiful day, warm and sunny with barely a cloud in the sky, and he had the full day cleared out so there was no pressure to get home.
Hazou needs more days like this. Free of stress, just napping in the sun surrounded by Doggos. It'd certainly make for good relaxing after the stressors of being a Clan Head.
"I'm kinda a sage!" Cannon said. "I know all the old stories better than anyone except maybe Canaria, or Canting. I tell them really well too, and I'm going to get even better. I'll be a bard and a sonneteer and a howl leader and everyone will say 'Boy, I wish I could do that as well as Cannon'! I've got it all planned out. I'm going to ask Canaria for lessons and then I'm going to write my first Night Chorus."
Ah, os the dogs have an aural tradition like the Monkeys, and tell their tales in the style of epic poems/songs? Nice. I like that aspect of worldbuilding.
"Bardic in the ancient sense," Cannai said. "Bards have been an archaic concept on the Human Path for at least three hundred years. They used to be messengers, heralds, keepers of wisdom, teachers, and entertainers all rolled into one. They carried messages between ninja clans and civilian leaders both. They were puissant warriors, since one needs to be in order to survive the wilderness of your world when traveling alone. Rarely ninja, either...it was a respected profession but no ninja clan wanted to let one of their own wander the earth to be captured or killed by the clan's enemies. As I said, they were respected and there was a general rule that they were not to be harmed. One could eject a bard but not lay a hand on them in anger. The rules was...usually honored."
"Hang on...civilians used to travel long distances through the wilds?"
"Indeed."
"On their own. With no ninja."
Cannai picked his head up so that he could look directly at Hazō. "I believe I have now said this twice, Summoner. Are you suggesting that I am lying, or are you merely uncomfortable at discovering that your ninja skills are not, in fact, essential?" The words were cool but Cannai's tongue was lolling in amusement.
"...That second one."
So bards ran out of favor around the time the Hidden Village system started up? That makes sense. After all, instead of semi-nomadic clans, villages would be stationary and accumulate power/influence and civilians would lose the political influence that nomadic ninja clans afforded them.
I also like the humble/honest way that Cannai is guiding Hazou towards wisdom. I think that Cannai is being the sage mentor for Hazou because he sees that Hazou desperately wants to learn and understand, improving upon himself. Cannai is also very openly showing harmless amusement during his questioning, to let Hazou know that he won't be harmed for his response.
Based on Cannai's early interactions with Hazou (wherein Hazou was very formal and stiff), I think that Cannai knows that most of Hazou's interactions with authority have been backed by the threat of violence. Granted, less so with Asuma, but Hazou still spent a huge chunk of his formative years under Yugara's reign and then as a Missing Nin, where the slightest misstep held the potential for a gruesome death.
So, Cannai doesn't need to flaunt his power/authority because he knows that Hazou is well aware of it. Instead, Cannai reinforces the notion of "hey, you can make social blunders and I won't eat you for it." And this allows Hazou to reveal his true thoughts, which then allows Cannai to provoke Hazou to examine them via intellectual midwifery.
"I am quite comfortable at the moment," Cannai observed, not bothering to open his saucer-sized eyes. The second half of the thought loomed over the conversation without need to be spoken.
Cannai very much embodies the wise, sleeping dragon type of character. He'll offer advice and perspective readily enough, but if you draw his ire... well, he's the Boss Summon for a reason.
"He did indeed. And were we to jump ahead to the point that you are so slowly and not as subtly as you believe wending your way towards: Yes, the Sage left behind journals that are said to contain much of his knowledge, and they are probably on the Human Path."
"You're not nearly as subtle as you think you are.
[yawn] Next time just ask outright, it'll save us both time."
"He did?" Cannon asked, jumping to her feet. "I don't know this story! Tell it!"
Cannai rolled his massive head lazily towards her. "My, my. Such a polite young lady and such a courteous and patient request."
Cannon hung her head, looking up at her leader soulfully. "Please, Alpha? Pretty please with peppermint and fish heads?"
"Oof. Peppermint and fish heads? Cannon, I had thought you were attempting to bribe me. Why would you offer peppermint and fish heads?"
"Peppermint and fish heads are the best!"
"I see. Perhaps I lack your refined palate."
"Yeah! That's right. You don't have my what you said, and I say that peppermint and fish heads are the bestest, yummiest, most delicious thing ever, so there."
"'Bestest' is not a word, Cannon."
"Is too!"
"Cannai, stop teasing the girl," Canvass said with a sigh.
"Ah, I am chastened. Very well. Cannon, I will tell the story at taleswap tomorrow night. It deserves to be told properly, and Canaria has already planned tonight's movements."
Cannai is the best and Canvass is
definitely the team mom of the pack.
Hazō frowned. "How can something be your 'truest' tale? Things are either true or they aren't."
Cannai hummed dubiously. Canun snorted.
"True or they aren't?" Canun said. "What kind of idiots are they growing on the Human Path? Stars and grass, did I seriously promise to be your summon?" He grumbled for a moment, then asked, "Alpha, am I allowed to break that contract?"
"Did you promise to be his summon for a year in exchange for finding you a teacher?"
"Well...yes."
"Did he find you a teacher?"
"Well...yes."
"Were there any other caveats or requirements?"
"Well...I said that the teacher had to be respectful!"
"And has the teacher been respectful?"
"..."
Cannai opened the eye closest to Canun and peered at him.
"...Mostly?"
Cannai closed his eye. "Has he been at least as respectful as Packmaster Canceleer?"
"Well...yes."
"Suck it up."
Canun sighed and dropped his head despondently back to his paws with a grumbled, "Fine."
I like Cannai. Maybe it's his casual wisdom and hints of protectiveness, but I can
very easily visualize Cannai as a multi-century/millennia old Boss Summon, with all the power and wisdom that comes with it. He fits somewhere between advisor, leader, and father figure for the Dog Clan.
"To answer your question, Summoner," Cannai said, "a tale can be true or false, but most are a mix of the two. Few things are entirely true or entirely false. For example, suppose you were to say 'I am running with the Grassy Hills pack today.' We would accept that as true in the context of whose territory you were in, but it is not literally true, since we are lounging comfortably on the grass at the moment. Even were the six of us to set out across the prairie it would not be strictly true to say that you ran with the Grassy Hills pack, since we would not be with the entire pack. Then there is the question of degree. I am a member of Grassy Hills as I am a member of every pack, so wherever you and I might run, you will run with the Grassy Hills pack, but no one would interpret it that way." He rolled his head left. "Truth." He rolled his head right. "Falsehood." He brought it back to center. "All things are matters of degree, including the assertion that all things are matters of degree."
Hazō whimpered. "Are you sure you don't have sages?"
Cannai's tongue lolled and he opened one eye to look slyly at his Clan's Summoner. "I shall allow you to meditate on the concept."
Cannai is clever and I vote we should have Hazou spend some time around him, if only to try and gain some of his wisdom via osmosis.
"The poem is rarely sung these days," Cannai said thoughtfully. "Indeed, I suspect I may be the only Dog who knows it. Canaria might, I suppose. Possibly Canting, although he grows forgetful. Candareen did, but his mighty belly finally took him from us twelve summers ago. Terrible way to go, the belly sickness." He sighed. "I miss him. There was one time, when he was but a teen, that he and I—"
Canvass cleared her throat. "Sir? I believe you were going to tell us about the Sage?"
"I was? I feel certain that I was talking about Candareen."
Cannon was on her feet, bouncing impatiently. "Come on, you have to tell us! It's a story that nobody knows!"
"It's a poem, Cannon. Not a story."
"It's a poem that nobody knows!"
"That's clearly not true. I know it."
She bounced back and forth, tiny little growls slipping out at she sputtered incoherently. "But...but...you have to tell us!"
"I have to? Hm. I was unaware that this was among my duties as Alpha. Or are you suggesting that—"
"Tell us the story, you big meanie!"
"It's a—"
"Tell us the poem, you giant poo head!"
Cannai gave a long-suffering sigh. "Ah, me. How low have I fallen when even the youngest lack respect for me? There was a time, back before I became so old and decrepit, that everyone—"
Cannai is the best, and I wonder if his amused-playfulness with younger Dogs comes as a result of outliving them? The form of immortality/long life he has is a hard one, and I could easily see it being a "punishment" of some sort.
Unbounded you name me, yet bound am I
Wise One you name me, yet still I err
First Spinner you name me, and this I grant
I have spun your First Tale, my Great Tale
The Tale of Dog, and Cat, of Hawk, and Hornet, and more.
All tales change and all tales flow
Days wend into weeks and years
Passing time bringing losses, cheers
Now must I go, my children all
My bed to make among the men, who need me more.
Flow of fire, standing high
Tower the mighty waves, grave and gray and green
Water's power raised by storm-wind's breath
Fire and wave in joyous chorus, the birth of earth to bring
Green the rising life shall grow
Trees of wood and iron and stone
Beware their shade, where my Lost Ones sing, and more.
Beyond the trees my rest shall be
I leave there seven rocks with seven locks
Each rock a treasure's home
Treasures bright shall guidance give
Truth or death, no equal chance
To find the way to me, and more.
Spin on, talespinner! Spin on!
Raise up the mighty word, unite the bounding arc of dream
With reason's bark and incisive bite
From first to last
To tread the path of wisdoms lost
Remember me, speak my name
And when the years have wended wide
Come and find me once again.
Okay, so the first stanza is pretty clear. The Sage says "You call me omnipotent and wise, but I have my own limits and I am fallible." It then goes on to say "You call me the First Spinner" which basically seems to be something to the effect of "the first storyteller." The Sage then admits "okay, this fits, since I'm the origin of all the Summoning Clan's stories."
Likewise, the second stanza is also pretty clear. It basically says "Though time may bring joy and sorrow alike, I cannot be there to witness it with you, because I have to go to live amongst the humans, because they need me more." The tone of this makes me wonder if the Summons are really being punished. Granted, I suppose Cannai could be twisting the details to hide that fact, but this seems more like the Sage made a home for the Summons and said "Okay, now that you exist and have all you need, I have to go help those who don't." It also seems to call into question whether or not the Summons were ever human. It sounds like the Summons were all sophontic beings that the Sage created wholesale, on his own.
Okay, so the third stanza is a little less clear, but seems to point to locations or, perhaps, events?
- "Flow of fire, standing high" seems to refer to a volcano. It's "standing high" like a mountain, and the "flow of fire" could be lava, flowing from an active caldera. My mind goes to that one Land of Demons/Oni from the filler arc in Naruto. Perhaps it warns of a supervolcano erupting, or just a supervolcano in general?
- "Tower the mighty waves, grave and gray and green" makes me think of a lighthouse. "Tower" above "the waves," and without it existing, it could lead to many "graves" for the sailors who'd miss it. "Gray and green" could refer to the "green" algae/vines that cling to the stone? Maybe a natural lighthouse, caused by weird chakra fuckery/luminescence?
- "Water's power raised by storm-wind's breath" makes think of a Tsunami, or perhaps flooding caused by hurricanes? Or perhaps a ninja with a storm-related bloodline seizing control of Mist?
- "Fire and Wave" could refer to a volcano creating new land, but I think it also fits the Goketsu Clan. Mist natives joyfully joining Leaf and then the interactions between the Goketsu and Leaf bringing about new lands of possibility. We're bringing about a better world for civilians and the clanless, and that could be classified as a "different" world --if you're feeling poetic. And that would fit the line. This could also fit Minato (fire) and Kushina (wave) whose resulting relationship (joyous chorus) resulted in Naruto (birth of new earth).
- "Green the rising life shall grow" makes me think of the first Hokage. He was able to "grow" "green" and he could be called "rising life," since he brought about the Hidden Village era, allowing for mortality rates to decrease from what they were.
- "Trees of wood and iron and stone" could possibly link back to Hashirama. He was able to grow trees of wood, and we know that Steel elements exist, so it's possible that his Earth Nature was strong enough to manipulate iron and stone. That said, I suspect it's being less literal. I think it's referring to Leaf as a whole. I can't recall exactly what canon says about the Leaf, but didn't Hashirama at least create the Forest of Death with his bloodline? It's not impossible to think that he did things like that on more than one occasion. The Iron and Stone could refer to cave systems under Leaf? We know that there're mines, and we don't know if these were just built around natural mines that had ore veins within them or what. Might be worth exploring.
- "Beware their shade, where my Lost Ones sing, and more." If we take the previous line to refer to Leaf, then perhaps the shade refers to criminal underbelly of Leaf? Or perhaps it's referring back to the cave system? Is Leaf on a hill/elevated land? Because it could also be referring to land that's "in the shade" of Leaf's hilltop land. As for Lost Ones... I don't know. My mind instinctively goes towards Chakra Golems for some reason, or perhaps Tailed Beasts. But where Tailed Beasts are sealed away, Chakra Golems are a mystery and powerful enough that Jiraiya barely survived killing one (and if we factor in Tsunade's help, we might be correct to say that Jiraiya, as powerful as he is, should've died).
The fourth stanza is relatively clear. The sage says that he'll go die/rest/hibernate "beyond the trees," meaning... away from the Leaf? Away from natural resources/civilized society? Perhaps it simply refers to the Aura Path (or whatever you want to call the plane/path that the Elemental Nations exists on). This interpretation is lent credence if you believe that the "seven rocks" refers to the "seven paths," and the boundaries that separate them as the "seven locks." Each Path is supposed to hold a "treasure" that are "bright" and shall "give guidance." If we accept the previous two lines as referring to the Paths, then we could make the assertion that the Seventh Path's "treasure" is the Hidden/Lost Library. Such knowledge would surely provide "guidance." I think it's telling that the next line isn't "Truth or falsehood" but rather "Truth or death" which implies that there'll be a gauntlet of some sort and any amount of deceit would result in death (perhaps Cannai's observation about the nature of truth can shed some light on this?). And that the result of this "Truth" gauntlet would be a way to find the Sage "and more," whatever that might mean.
The fifth stanza seems to be a call for unity. It asks the speaker to spread the word, and to "unite the bounding arc of dream." Without knowing the (forbidden?) details of the magic system, I can only say that maybe it's asking the Speaker to gather all the disparate dreams of people and give them a shared, singular one: finding the Sage. Then the Sage says to do it through the call of "reason" or by a motivational bite... So this reads to me as "by hook or crook, devote all you are to finding me." The last half of this stanza then goes on to say that everyone "from [the] first to [the] last" will remember the "lost" "wisdom." The shared connection between the MfD "planes" being called "paths" and the fact that this poem says "path of wisdoms lost" isn't lost on me, but I cannot think of why it exists. Maybe each "path" refers to the "path" the pursuant/adventurer must walk/succeed before they find the Sage? Regardless, the Sage closes the poem with a standard "when time enough has passed, some find me."