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We could have a SC drop us off randomly instead of Mari. At least it could monitor us if we wind up going astray.

Our shadow clones barely last an hour, it would be nearly gone by the time it drops us off, and then when it pops, we'd remember where we are which kinda defeats the point. I also kind of feel like having a monitor stepping in if he goes the wrong way defeats the point.
 
Our shadow clones barely last an hour, it would be nearly gone by the time it drops us off, and then when it pops, we'd remember where we are which kinda defeats the point. I also kind of feel like having a monitor stepping in if he goes the wrong way defeats the point.

Didn't think we'd be going too far or training longer than an hour.
Don't feel strongly about it as long as it's beneficial.
 

"Greetings, Summoner."

"Greetings, Cannai. How are you?"

"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?"

I really want to figure out how summons deal with fire and drought. As smart as they are, and with the abilities they have on...paw, I would have thought they could mitigate weather events. Climate would be out of the question but weather manipulation is something I'd think would be obtainable for 7th path denizens.

I really want to figure out what type of fauna or flora the dog clan consumes. Wonder how exotic it is.
Hazō paused. That was...a much more grounded basis for evaluating the world than he was used to. There was no existential dread, no burning need for societal change, no worries about politics or bigoted neighbors or research protocols or mitigations for potential seal failures. Just a grounded assessment of the things that mattered.

"My day is...generally well."

"I find your words unconvincing."

"It's complicated."

"Mhm. I have noticed this about the Human Path. You seem determined to make your own lives difficult."
I feel like we did good in hiring Gaku to delegate some of our responsibility to. Still hard to remember how young as a clan head he and the others are alongside the number of responsibilities placed on their shoulders.

Glad he gets to take a break.

"I'm doing great too, thanks," Candoru said acerbically.

Cannon bounced. "Me too! I went running! Across the river, and I didn't even fall in!"

"'River'?" Canun sneered. "It's barely a creek."

"No it's not! The part where I went across is huge!"

"It's a mudpuddle!"

"Canvass! Tell him it's huge!"

"Do not bring me into this, children. Squabble your own squabbles."

"Who are you calling 'children'?" Canun sneered. "I'm as old as you are."

"You are not. You are a year younger."

"Oh, come on! It's only five months. Just because it crosses through the solstice doesn't count. And even if it did I still wouldn't count as a child."

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.

Cannai's tongue lolled in amusement at the antics of his pack. He lowered himself to the grass, flopping onto his side and panting happily in the dry heat of the Seventh Path's summer day.

"I believe there was something you wanted to discuss, Summoner?"

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.

"I'm curious about the Seventh Path in general, and about how the Clan fits into it and lives on it. What your lives are like, what the history and legends are. General cultural stuff, if it's not taboo for some reason. I thought maybe I could talk to some loremasters, or sages?"

"'Sages'?" Candoru asked. "You mean one of those dorks who sits around staring at their toenails and saying stupid things that are supposed to sound wise? Why would we have one of those?"

"Candoru is, as usual, a bit blunt," Cannai rumbled. "Foreoffpaw, he's not wrong. The Dog Clan feels no need for people whose only job is to sit and think on impractical matters. There are certainly those who find abstract ideas interesting to wrangle about over a camp fire at night as they watch the sparks ascend to the sky, but there hasn't been someone who spent their time exclusively on such things since Canton died fifty years ago."

"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."

"You're not going to ask Canaria anything," Canun grumbled. "You don't have the teeth."

"Do too! I'll ask her tonight! You'll see!"

"Uh-huh."

"If you would like to speak to her, tomorrow lunchtime would do well," Cannai said. "She is leading a taleswap tonight and is already deep in the preparations. She will undoubtedly sleep late tomorrow."

"What's a Night Chorus?" Hazō asked.

"A specific literary form," Cannai said. "On the Human Path, the closest twin would likely be epic poetry. It has a very strict structure, at both the large and small levels. It requires four voices and takes an entire night to tell, meaning that it's very hard to write one that people will want to put in the work to be able to tell. A Night Chorus is typically a masterwork for those who follow the bardic path."

"'The bardic path'? You mean one of those tavern singers?"

"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."

"I thought perhaps that would be it." The Alpha Dog rolled on his back and wriggled his shoulders a bit to get settled.

"So the Dog Clan still has bards?" Hazō asked.

"You bet! Canaria is the best bard ever, too! She's been here for three weeks now—three whole weeks! She never stays that long with anyone but she stayed with the Green Hills pack because we're the best."

It might also have had something to do with Cannai's presence, but Hazō didn't feel the need to say that.

"We do indeed have bards," Cannai said, not bothering to open his eyes. "Although not precisely the same as those of the ancient Human Path. There are no warring nations in Dog to require peacemaking, and treaties with neighboring nations tend to be negotiated in a...more assertive style."

Hazō snorted in amusement.
Interesting that the dog clan doesn't have Sages. I guess there is less of a need when you consider that the clan seems to be content overall in comparison to the militaristic pangolin clan. Beyond us crafting tools to assist them in moving their young, they seem really low maintenance as far as summons come. It really sinks in when you consider the simple pleasures they enjoy.

Their society sounds similar to the hunter-gatherers of our world. Simple society, maybe age-grade systems, mostly egalitarian in terms of wealth. The obvious hierachy eastablished doesn't seem far off either. Or I'm overthinking it and I should look to more cooperative wolf packs.

Very cool that civilians used to travel around delivering messages out in the wilderness. They sound like real-world Samurai instead of their mfd chakra counterparts. The juices are flowing. Thinking of an omake.

"It's all a bunch of twaddle, if you ask me," Canun grumbled quietly.

Canvass leaned over and nipped him on the flank, drawing a startled yelp. "No one did, so stop ruining things for the Summoner."

"I'm not ruining anything, I'm just saying that if he wants to know stuff, he should focus on what's important, like—"

"Like how to bite the throat out of an enemy?" Candoru suggested, grinning at the much smaller dog.

Canun sniffed disdainfully. "I suppose biting is an adequate course of study for one such as yourself."

"You mean one who is big and strong and bites massive amounts of throat?"

"One who is incapable of more than the most basic chakra manipulation, who lacks creativity and self-discipline, who is incapable of—"

Candoru snarled and snapped at the air in the direction of his mocker.

"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.

The two dogs fell quiet and lowered their heads to their paws submissively.

"You must have some great stories," Hazō said, plucking a stem of grass and twirling it idly between his fingers. "What do they say about...oh, I don't know...the Seven Paths in general? Everyone has a creation myth. Shoot, we have a couple of them, depending on what you count. There's the one about the creation of the earth and sea and sky, and then there's the one about how the Sage created chakra and gave it to humanity." He paused, then glanced over at Cannai. "Hey, didn't the Sage come here, too? The Pangolins called him 'the Pantokrator' but said that yes, it was the same person."

"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."

Hazō sat up straight, eyes wide. "What?"

"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.
Cannai immediately caught on to what we were doing. And reveals that the journals of the Sage are on the human path. I am suspicious that we are not the first new summoner to ask for something like this though. Possible that he might be trying to humble us or sending us on his version of a quest that concludes with a moral trophy instead of any tangibles.


"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."

"What does that mean, sir?" Hazō asked.

"A taleswap is a Dog celebration," Canvass said. "We get together and swap stories, celebrate each other's achievements, and end with a pack howl."

"It is also a high art form," Cannai said. "A master talespinner such as Canaria will make the taleswap itself a tale. She will pick the tales, and the talespinners, and work with them in advance so that their stories are told with the proper rhythm, the proper pacing, each set of tales acting like one movement in a single larger work. She will help each spinner to find their truest tale that the evening as a whole shall be a paean to truth."

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."

"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."
Off. That was harsh. Didn't expect to get hit with that.
Hazo was just kidding right? I mean one of his most outstanding traits and skills is his ability to weaponize his deception and lies. He shouldn't be that naive to-- You know...this isn't quite like dealing with shades of gray, but more like interpretations of facts.

For the guy who has had trouble with opsec, blended in with his conception of CCnJ, I'd think that truest truths would be a different level of nuance than what he's actually used to experiencing or using.

Interesting for Hazo to learn this.

"Going back to those journals...?"

"Ah, yes. I know that there is a trove of them, and it is almost certainly on the Human Path. I do not have a specific location, but I can start you on the path if you so wish?"

"Yes! Please!" The journals of the Sage of Six Paths? What more could one possibly ask for. They would surely hold the secrets of chakra, of every technique that the Sage had known. The power to create entire dimensions and living beings! Visions of splendor, of a world uplifted and lacking in death or war, danced before Hazō's eyes.

(Sweat Drop)

And once again, Jiraiya was correct when he said that we really do have a tendency to "weaponize" whatever we can get our hands on, don't we? I truly wonder if we'll be confronted by the dogs about this later on like how we were first chewed out for introducing Seals to Pangolins to do what they eventually did. Feel like we might be setting ourselves up for it.

I'm thinking those journals will turn out to be more philosophy-based rather than sources of ultimate power Hazo's thinking of. Still extremely valuable but Either way, his intentions must be pretty naked in front of the boss summon and I get the feeling there's a test somewhere that we are either beginning or have been participating in without our awareness.

Could be more than one test from Cannai.

"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," Canvass said sourly. "Stop teasing the poor girl."

"Oh, very well." He wriggled a little bit, getting more comfortable, and then began speaking in a slow, formal voice. "Now hear me patiently, children of the Clan of Dog, for this is a poem of the creator in The Time Before."

The four younger dogs settled down, lying stretched out on the grass with their heads up in interest. Hazō took seiza, struggling to sit erect instead of leaning forward in eagerness.

"It is one that I speak for you in care," Cannai continued. "With care, for I was not there and I know not the sides of the story, the shades of gray that run at its sides. Hear my words and accept them with care.


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 .



Silence fell as the poem concluded.

"That's it?" Candoru asked.

"It doesn't make any damn sense!" Canun grumbled.

"It's a poem, nitwit," Canvass said with a sigh. "It doesn't have to make sense at first sniff. You need to wallow a bit."

"But it doesn't scan right or anything."

Cannai sniffed. "It's an older poetic form, I grant. Went out of style quite a while ago."

"I think it's neat! What's it called?"

"It had a fancy name, one of those things that ends with -meter, but I've forgotten it. And, of course, it's been a long time since I've spoken it, so I'm sure I've gotten some of the exact words wrong, and that probably throws the scansion off a bit. My apologies."

He rolled onto his side so he could look at Hazō. "Does this answer your questions, Summoner?"

Hazō bowed. "It's far more than I had. Thank you, Cannai."



Here's another thought to consider. Supposing the Journals are obtainable, are they too hot to handle? There should be resources and tools out there in mfd that no sane ninja would want to touch. And this would be one of them.

It sounds like something the Thinker clans might need to take us out over.

Hopefully, that's not the case.
If not, then I think it's already established Hazo is actually the main villain. :p :p :p:D
 
Grandmaster F reached into her left sleeve, groped around for a few seconds, then pulled out a worn-looking scroll. By now, Kid instantly recognised it as one of the Fulgurite Sutras, the sacred texts containing the ancient mystical teachings of the Sage of Six Paths himself. Most sutras in Hidden Cloud were kept in special miniature shrines in sanctified chambers of people's houses. Grandmaster F wore the first Fulgurite Sutra, On the Six Paths of Samsara and the Outer Path that Transcends Them, to keep her hair out of her face in lieu of a forehead protector.

She unrolled the scroll with one hand and scanned its contents.

"The true nature of chakra… How to control seals with ya mind… Curing psychic trauma with basic ninjutsu… ah, here ya go. 'Suffering builds character.' I was right the first time." She smirked as if she'd just won an argument.

Relevant. Maybe.
 
Interestingly, the Dogs call the left-side paws the "on" paws and the right-side paws the "off" paws. When they're counting off possibilities they count "on first, front first", so the full sequence goes: frontonpaw, frontoffpaw, hindonpaw, hindoffpaw. Humans have a far less expressive version in which they count "on the one hand...on the other hand", which doesn't even make sense, since it should be 'two hand' for the second one! (Weirdly, they don't count on their lower limbs, which drastically reduces their ability to consider multiple sides of something.) Just like humans often elide the "on the one hand" part, dogs often elide the "foreonpaw" part.
Thinking of an omake
Yay! I look forward to it.
 
Interestingly, the Dogs call the left-side paws the "on" paws and the right-side paws the "off" paws. When they're counting off possibilities they count "on first, front first", so the full sequence goes: frontonpaw, frontoffpaw, hindonpaw, hindoffpaw. Humans have a far less expressive version in which they count "on the one hand...on the other hand", which doesn't even make sense, since it should be 'two hand' for the second one! (Weirdly, they don't count on their lower limbs, which drastically reduces their ability to consider multiple sides of something.) Just like humans often elide the "on the one hand" part, dogs often elide the "foreonpaw" part.

This is already know to all who read the Patchwork Realms.
 
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Yeah, this segment (now that we know that those might actually be the Sage's journals) makes me think that the Sage created chakra. How else would he know so much about how to use it in such a wide variety of ways? I suppose the Sage could be something between a ninja and something like Jashin, but reading those titles makes me think less of "I learned all of this, now let me pass that knowledge on" and more "I'm intimately familiar with all of these, as they are my creations."

I'm beginning to think that the Sage might've been someone like Hazou, morality-wise, and (after finding/growing into/creating the power to do so) created chakra to help humanity. I mean, Lord Hag is in his 40s after a lifetime career of being a combat-spec jonin, but he doesn't suffer from bad joints or arthritic fingers/carpal tunnel from the repeated motions that the handsigns from his ninjutsu would normally cause. So there's clearly some evidence of it hampering the ramifications of aging. And the Sage clearly allowed for ninjutsu to aid with mental health and neurodivergency. Then, while the Sage was resting in his post-magical-workout nap, humanity threw those instructions away (or hid them for themselves) and used it for punching.

I hope the Sage doesn't wake up to find his world gone astray, and then mount an expedition to "fix" it --no matter the cost. I mean, on one hand we could literally punch God. On the other hand, we'd have to strengthen Hazou up to where he could fight God.
 
We're a JRPG now. Just accept Hazō's fate as the guy who'll one day commit deicide.
If the Sage isn't a good target, I suggest we go for Jashin.

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Side note, I had a thought. You know how civilians are considered to be lesser/less-human/have less-personhood than ninja --to the point where civilians aren't really counted in census/immigration? Well, judging by the guards' reaction when Hazou asked about that. Anyway, I digress.

I just realized that most ninja clans probably have "civilian" entrances as "civilian" hallways/rooms in the same way that slaver owners and the wealthy elite once had "slave/servant" entrances, exits, rooms, etc. If this is the case, then Hazou, being raised as a very poor clanless ninja and experiencing the level of destitution inherent in being a missing nin, probably didn't waste chakra/MEW on building such things --if he even thought about it at all, which I think is doubtful. So Hazou's entire estate could very likely be an accidental embodiment of the Uplift ideal. One that Mari likely noticed and felt the warm glow of amusement-tinged pride for her totally-not-son).
 
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One thing I think we should really look into doing is reconciling our friendship with Naruto, I even have a to do it aswell!

The whole batshit crazy Orchimaru jounin commander plan is what soured our relationship with Naruto, but there infact is one simple way to have Naruto forgive us for that.

The plan is simple, we tell him the truth.

The truth being here that at the time of making that plan Hazo had used his bloodline to look at the end of Keiko's pangolin summoning scroll and was thus made temporarily super insane, meaning that if Hazo had been in his right mind he would have NEVER come up with a plan so insane, absurd and above treasonous.

If we deliver this piece of information in just the right way (and with Mari's coaching we most certainly will) then Naruto will forgive Hazo's momentary lapse of judgement and sanity and treat the whole thing like how one would treat the crazy shit their friends and family do when either super drunk or stoned.


Incidentally @eaglejarl @Velorien @OliWhail

If Hazo uses his bloodline to look at let's say 2 more summoner scrolls (in this case presumably the dog and toad scrolls) with Hazo ofcourse suffering the effects and consequences of having to spend several more months being stuck with that medium consequence that ''was totally what made Hazo all those crazy decisions, pinky swear'' would you guys then be open to the idea of the hivemind using more XP to upgrade Hazo's ''Summoning Scroll Acolyte'' stunt?

Presumably to something like ''Summoning Scroll Magus'' or ''Summoning Scroll Loremaster'' with it maybe adding 3 X TYS points to his sealing skill instead 2 X TYS points to his sealing skill.

Is this something the QM's would be open to, or do you guys have some reason to be opposed to upgrading stunts this way?
 
If Hazo uses his bloodline to look at let's say 2 more summoner scrolls (in this case presumably the dog and toad scrolls) with Hazo ofcourse suffering the effects and consequences of having to spend several more months being stuck with that medium consequence that ''was totally what made Hazo all those crazy decisions, pinky swear'' would you guys then be open to the idea of the hivemind using more XP to upgrade Hazo's ''Summoning Scroll Acolyte'' stunt?

Presumably to something like ''Summoning Scroll Magus'' or ''Summoning Scroll Loremaster'' with it maybe adding 3 X TYS points to his sealing skill instead 2 X TYS points to his sealing skill.

Is this something the QM's would be open to, or do you guys have some reason to be opposed to upgrading stunts this way?

Pretty sure the consequences will be much more dire the next time Hazou does something like that. He's still not fully recovered from last time, and with his psyche being weakened, he could just die or become a full out-monster if he looks at a scroll again. Maybe once his resolve is maxed we can do it
 
If Hazo uses his bloodline to look at let's say 2 more summoner scrolls (in this case presumably the dog and toad scrolls) with Hazo ofcourse suffering the effects and consequences of having to spend several more months being stuck with that medium consequence that ''was totally what made Hazo all those crazy decisions, pinky swear'' would you guys then be open to the idea of the hivemind using more XP to upgrade Hazo's ''Summoning Scroll Acolyte'' stunt?
IIRC, the QMs have said that if Hazou looks at another summoning scroll, he dies.
 
Okay, I've tried to hold my tongue to avoid spoiling things for everybody, but I just can't anymore. Clearly, the Sage is the ship's supercomputer from the original terraforming mission currently contained within the Hokage monument and desperately attempting to prevent the stupid humans from being wiped out by the occasional wreckage-fall of the ship. Expect mind-worms and Kagome "I-told-you-so"s.





It might be wise to keep in mind that the poem was addressed to the summons and interpret it in that context.


Actually the QMs said that Hazou would respond to the command with a "Fuck the hell no".

Actually, it's been established that there is esoterica behind summoning which Hazou would understand once learning the basics, including why having more than one contract is a fundamental contradiction. I have my theories, but it would be nice for them to be made explicit.
 
Okay, I've tried to hold my tongue to avoid spoiling things for everybody, but I just can't anymore. Clearly, the Sage is the ship's supercomputer from the original terraforming mission currently contained within the Hokage monument and desperately attempting to prevent the stupid humans from being wiped out by the occasional wreckage-fall of the ship. Expect mind-worms and Kagome "I-told-you-so"s.
In our defence, chakra being nanotechnology is a very effective explanation for why ninjutsu behaves like people think it should rather than like physics thinks it should.
 
In our defence, chakra being nanotechnology is a very effective explanation for why ninjutsu behaves like people think it should rather than like physics thinks it should.
Humans can model worlds in ways which don't include magic. The fact that magic exists in this one means that, if they're taking the rationalist approach deep enough, there's good reason to suspect that something roughly humanish inside the narrative was involved in its creation.

It's possible that the existence of magic is just a fiat authorial indulgence here, but that doesn't feel safe to assume. If we really approach our observations from a rational perspective, then the existence of magic allows one to deduce the existence of something along the lines of Ra from the very first chapter.
 
Classics of the Early-Mid Warring Era: Correspondences and analysis of Pre-Academy Instruction
Omake:
Classics of the Early-Mid Warring Era: Correspondences and analysis of Pre-Academy Instruction


Clan Letter 435: ID # 5467
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Masanori respectfully [formal] says:

I venture to give thanks for your Greetings and instruction, cousin. I have received the [omittied] messenger from [omitted] in a good state.

He is an interesting fellow, and father says he is learned in many talents and studied for a man who lacks the grace of the Sage. I am not ignorant that he is surely prized for his conduct and I would have sought him out to answer a sudden curiosity of mine on the brief occasion when he did not require rest before he left once more to deliver another correspondence. I thought better of it and decided it was not to be; he was better left to his respite before his travels.

Perhaps you may indulge my questions, then?

As you know, the correct practice of the body arts [taijutsu] has long been a concern for me, and the potential flaws in my instruction to the young ones with regards to the events I am following up [omitted]. They are delicate and well-molded in my care because I have taken it to heart to not deviate from that which is established [shinden] and of the initial ways [shoden]. Truly, I am humbled in my heart enough to emphasize they learn of the Conducts before I let them think themselves the wiser.

Unfortunately, it is the more physical lessons that challenge me in such a rush.

If we look to the messenger, a man of meager beginnings, as capable enough to traverse the wilds in this Evil era, then he is competent when defending himself in the most perilous instances. Surely he is adept in sensing the void [clear perception] and the interval [timing] with his humble means?

With regards to those in my care, If a better opportunity had presented itself, I would have teased out how he braves his travels when such a thing should be difficult- his gross senses cannot compare.

My own instruction on that up to this point has ventured into preventing afflictions [injuries] and making them enemy blade their own before they are felled. They do not fully grasp the technique of using a hairsbreadth just yet. At present, half of the young ones hesitate during the bouts [sparring]. Some are prone to freezing when defending against repeated strikes without thoughts of counters while others have great difficulty maintaining proper form and breathing under pressure. I have also found myself undecided as to how to break them out of getting caught in the enemy's momentum or trapping their mind in the fist of the enemy. I am loathed to part with them when they must take up the minor duties soon in [omitted].

Do you see my troubles?

Is this the folly of youth?

I am trying to instruct them good study and tactics so that they know the void [clarity] when in danger, that the mind must not stop, that it must keep moving and that the foe is to be caught in their momentum instead. Learning to take advantage of intervals [timing] may be all that I can leave them with before the ends. May the wisdom of the Sage guide them to clarity.

At the very least, I have no doubts that they are learned in the 5 great crimes and the exceptions of using the 10 transgressions [1]. Each of them has shown me they rebuke Blasphemy against the Sage, the killing of parents, the destruction of temples and monks, the worship of Evil Gods [2], and reveling in the practice of great and minor transgressions. None are swayed to falling into a demon-state[possession and [Evildoing]

I have no worry that they will neither fall prey to associating with those who elevate the household Gods[minor Kami] as equals to the Sage or entertaining falsehoods of Gods given the Wise one council as if they stood above him in Heavens he could not reach. Not one of them who present themselves to me has any kinship, alliance, or friendship with the nearby ignorant ruffian bands [3] that believe in such either. This is good, rightfully so.

You say my heart is soft and that I should be content that all are firm in the postures and breathing forms. I hear your words, but as a brother of the house, I hope the Gods grant favor to them beyond mere survival. To be whole and hearty is a blessing in these times.

They are proper strategists and masters [4] in the making, but their bodies are untempered. To venture outside the confines of the house would cause an imbalance in their growth, and while the chaos in [omitted] makes their presence needed, general instruction [omote] would be a boon to them and unto you.

I propose a provocative solution and favor to you.

My concerns would be relieved if there was a scroll or two that could be left behind by a trusted member of the house up in [omitted]. No secret instructions [okuden] are to be shared among them, just the general instructions [omote]. I would be in your debt and hopeful that this slight against that which must be held in the household will be shown favor by the Gods.

If they can begin with the characters [kuji] upon your return, I swear by the Sage that I will shower you with all the praise you can withstand. Please ponder over this with care. May the Sage watch over you and the Gods be pleased.

Humbly and respectfully submitted,

Masanori [5]

5th day, 3rd month, second Year of tribulations


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Notes: This is another letter from the early to mid warring states period. I took a lot of inspiration from Heian era letters, The Book of Five Rings, the Unfettered Mind and Jstor articles.

[1] Ripped this from the buddhism. Sue me.
[2] Evil Gods. I'm thinking that Jashin cults would be weird composite gods, originating from crazies, or some clan Kami that got bastardized or corrupted into what it is in the modern era. Plus jutsu craziness.
[3] Enemy Clans
[4] Unclear division or confusing links and networks between Shinobi, Samurai, Monks, Warriors in the Warring era. All capable of molding Chakra and prone to nomadism and Semi-nomadism. Terms for Shinobi depending on location, affiliations, or deeds would probably differ.
[5] No seal or last name. Paranoia and safety demands it during the Warring era.

Hope you all like it. Enjoy.
 
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Wasn't Shadow Clone, or at least Shadow Clone-aided training, meant to be secret? Why can Snowflake run around and even train in public?

This might have been mentioned in the text but I've forgotten it if so.
 
Wasn't Shadow Clone, or at least Shadow Clone-aided training, meant to be secret? Why can Snowflake run around and even train in public?

This might have been mentioned in the text but I've forgotten it if so.
Shadow Clone training is public.

What is secret is how it can be exponentially abused by taking advantage of chakra transfer.
 
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