"...and that's the last of it, sir," Gaku said, squaring up the forms and tucking them into his briefcase. "Do you have anything for me?"
"Hoo boy, you betcha," Hazō said. He put his feet up on the desk and tipped his chair back, sipping thoughtfully on his tea as he mentally organized.
"First off, Kagome-sensei's birthday is coming up. I'd like to give him a chocolate sculpture of himself. Find an artist to put together a sufficiently dramatic picture, give it to a chocolatier. They can make it whenever and we'll put it in a very well-padded box and put that in a storage seal so that it stays fresh. It's not precisely urgent but I'd rather it was done sooner than later so I can cross this off the list and not have to worry about it."
Gaku's brush swirled. "Yes, m'lord."
"Tell Mari to track down that guy in the scarf. She can use Akane and Har...she can use Akane as an assistant. Akane's been getting some good practice lately at being Acting Clan Head and also at doing investigative work. Let's keep building on that."
Swirl, swirl. "Yes, m'lord."
"Have Reo find the names of the yakuza that Haru killed and where their families live. I need to arrange restitution."
"Yes, m'lord."
Hazō raised an eyebrow for a moment; had Gaku's voice changed very slightly, tiny hints of...disapproval? Maybe? Eh, he might have imagined it and he didn't want to get into it anyway.
"Have Kagome-sensei arrange a seal loadout for Tenten and all the new Gōketsu."
"Yes, m'lord."
"Oh, and impress on them that they need to
maintain that loadout. Expended seals should be replaced as soon as possible. Anyone with fewer than three hundred explosive tags on their person gets a very stern lecture from Kagome-sensei."
"Yes, m'lord."
"Cool, that's all I've got for now. Thanks, Gaku." Hazō dropped his feet off the desk, slugged back the last of his tea, and gave his Chancellor a friendly nod before heading out to his next and far more interesting meeting.
o-o-o-o
"Atomu, I'd like to introduce you to Canun. Canun, this is Atomu."
The crippled veteran and the purse-sized dog studied each other measuringly.
"Atomu, Canun is a ninjutsu creator, personally recommended by the Alpha of the Dog Clan."
Atomu bowed. "It is an honor to meet you, Canun."
"Sure is. You're welcome."
"Canun, Atomu is a trusted member of my clan," Hazō said quickly, gliding forward before Atomu could snap back at Canun's insulting comment. "He was injured during honorable service to this village and lost several fingers. As a result he is unable to make the handseals necessary to perform most human jutsu. I was hoping that you might be able to work with him to create adapted jutsu that he can use, either ones that he already knows or Dog-clan jutsu that you and Cannai are willing to share. Now, I don't want it to seem like I'm setting you up to fail—all of the human technique creators I've spoken with have assured me that it's simply impossible to do this and I doubt very much that the Dog Clan knows human jutsu better than our own experts. Still, I figured I'd ask on the off chance that you might have an idea. Don't worry, I won't hold it against you when you can't do it."
"What are you talking about?! Of
course I can create jutsu that you weird-looking humans can use! Just because your jutsu creators are incompetent doesn't mean that we of the Dog Clan are!"
Canun began circling around Atomu, mumbling quietly to himself and poking the human in the calves and feet. Atomu twitched at the first touch and then made himself stand still.
"Well, if you're willing to try, that would be great," Hazō said, pitching his voice to embody doubtful hope. "We should talk about compensat—"
"Are you still here? I'm working! You! No-Tail Guy! Siddown and show me those worthless front legs of yours!"
Hazō smiled to himself and slipped away as stealthily as his crutches allowed.
o-o-o-o
"Greetings, Summoner."
"Hello, Cannai."
"You are looking...still injured."
Hazō snorted. "Very observant. Thank you for seeing me." Grunting, he lowered himself to the grass, arranging his crutches beside himself. Cannai lay down next to him, head propped on his paws, giant golden eyes studying Hazō patiently.
"Something on your mind, Summoner?"
"Ah...well...yes, actually."
Cannai raised his head so he could pant in amusement, tongue lolling out. "This should be good."
Hazō shot him a sour look. "Right. Well, there's a few things I was hoping to ask you that are sorta-kind favors and not related to the Dragon problem."
Cannai's panting intensified and a tiny little huff escaped from his throat. "Yes?"
"Okay, look, you don't have to laugh at me about it!"
"Don't I?"
"You don't even know what I'm going to ask! Maybe it's completely reasonable."
Cannai snorted. "Allow me to save you some trouble."
The Alpha's deep voice shifted up into the canine version of a falsetto. "Cannai, sir, allow me to offer some leading compliments and butter you up a bit!"
His voice shifted back into its normal register. "Why thank you, Summoner. You're too kind.
"Not at all, sir! The Dog Clan is the greatest summons ever and I'm so lucky to be your Summoner."
"I do not sound like that," Hazō said.
"Oh, Alpha Cannai sir My Lord sir, I was wondering...
"Yes, Summoner? Please, speak freely.
"Well, Your Wonderfulness, since I've been your Summoner for a few weeks now and have finally gotten involved in something that makes me useful to you, I was wondering if...no, no, I couldn't!
"Yes, Summoner? Please, continue.
"Does the Dog Clan perhaps have any jutsu that will make me super-duper-mega-awesome powerful back in the real world?"
Cannai's face shifted into a kabuki version of canine disapproval. "What do you mean, 'the real world', Summoner? I think you'll find the Seventh Path is extremely real!
"Oh, sir, that's not at all what I meant, sir! Of course you're real. You're super duper real! Realer than real and I'm so sorry for saying it like that. I was just hoping that, you know, since I'm your Summoner and everything, maybe there was some deep, dark secret jutsu you could give me that would make me look awesome to my people. Only so that I can be a better Summoner, of course. Not for my own sake, no. It's just that the Dog Clan is so amazing that I feel like I need to live up to your level and I'm humble enough to know when I need help."
"Look," Hazō said, "you don't have to—"
"Ah, Summoner, that's so very humble and thoughtful of you!" Cannai continued. "And so very unique! None of the dozens of Summoners I've worked with in the past have ever been so humble or concerned for our welfare. Of course! Please, allow me to scour the farthest reaches of Dog Territory for every secret, every jutsu, every bit of knowledge that might enable you to become the god among men that such a humble and caring person deserves to be!"
"Are you done?"
Cannai cocked his head in thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, I believe so. I have six minutes on the paltry numbers humans have for both legs and chakra natures, but it still needs some polishing. You had a question?"
"Yes, and it had nothing to do with jutsu," Hazō said. "You said before that Dog has a lot of gold and it's not valuable to you. I'd like to trade you for it, but I want to be clear that it's very valuable on the Human Path. I want to make sure you receive a fair price so that you don't feel taken advantage of."
Cannai's ears went up in surprise. "Interesting. I feel no need to trade you for the gold—you're welcome to as much as you can dig up. There's a river nearby that has some; shall we go now? I could carry you there in twenty minutes."
"Twenty minutes? Really?"
"Of course. Please, climb on." He stood up and turned to offer Hazō easy access to his left saddlebag.
"Please take it easy," Hazō requested. "I'm still not feeling great." He climbed in and ensured that his crutches were arranged such that the wind of passage wouldn't blow them free.
"I shall be gentle."
Cannai started off at a walk, shifted up into a jog, lengthened into a canter, and within twenty strides was traveling at a full gallop. Fortunately, there was none of the blurring and space-twisting that he had done before. The wind of their speed was still strong enough to sting tears from Hazō's eyes, but it appeared to be entirely natural this time and not the result of canine travel magic.
Twenty minutes later, Hazō and Cannai were standing beside a modest river, perhaps a dozen yards across and two feet deep. The water was crisp and clear and a few fish darted around below the surface.
"There," Cannai said, pointing with one foot.
Hazō looked where the paw was aimed and saw something yellow glinting at the bottom of the river. He waded into the shockingly cold water and scooped it out, taking care not to disturb the sandy bottom too much.
The gold nugget was roughly peanut-shaped, an inch long and half that thick. So far as Hazō could tell, it was completely pure, with no bits of sand or other materials embedded in it. A bit of careful sifting pulled up two more within a foot of the first.
"Hm, those are a bit small," Cannai said casually. "Not the best introduction to the wealth of Dog I suppose, but hopefully they will do. Anyway, you're welcome to as much as you can find. Not sure why you humans are so enamored of the stuff. Honestly, it just gets in the way."
A cold knot that had been chunking around Hazō's stomach for far too long began to thaw. With this much wealth, the Gōketsu's problems were solved. Hazō could send some of the family over to Rice or Tea to buy food and alleviate the famine. They could pay off the Nara. They could...they could do so much.
"Thank you, Cannai," he said. "You have no idea how much this means to me."
Cannai had sat down and was licking at his right front paw. "Oh, pish," the massive dog said, not looking up. "I'm sure it's nothing."
"No, it's a lot. There's a famine going on in Leaf right now. With this money I can buy food from other countries to alleviate the starving. I can—"
Cannai's head came up. "Wait, what?"
"There's a famine. I want the gold so that I can buy food to distribute. Well, and for a lot of other things, but that's to start."
Cannai's ears drooped. "Oh, boils." He looked away. "There is no gold."
"...What?"
Cannai turned back to face Hazō and pulled himself fully upright. "There is no gold, Hazō. Well, not more than you're holding anyway. We had a few coins sitting around that Sanchi cached with us. I had one of the youngers with Sun Element melt them down and salt the stream with them."
"But...why?"
Cannai looked away, then forced himself to look back, his ears drooping. "It was a prank, Hazō. I'm sorry. I assumed...every Summoner we've ever had has been eager to turn the contract into yet more wealth and power despite already having plenty of both. Which is fine. That is, after all, one of its purposes, and the Clan grows in power from these exchanges too. In this case, however, I thought it was simply for the sake of increasing your clan's existing wealth, and I could have a bit of harmless fun at your expense. I had thought to lie beside the river and offer somber encouragement as you panned for gold that wasn't there." He chewed at the air for a moment. "I would have told you after a couple of days. Three at the most."
"Oh."
"I didn't realize you needed the gold to save lives."
"Yes, well...that wasn't all I needed it for but it would have been the first thing." He was surprised at how empty he was feeling. He had not in fact lost anything—he had never had the gold, so the prank had not cost him anything.
"If all you need is food, that I can help with." Cannai leaned back until he nose pointed to the sky. He let forth a long, resounding howl that carried across the prairie. It was a complex sound, more like a song, with varying tempos and pitch changes. He paused for breath twice, then stopped and cocked an ear to listen.
After a very long minute, a far-off howl drifted across the tall grass from the direction of the Grassy Hills pack.
"The pack is hunting," Cannai said. "We will gather bison and kill them. You may take the carcasses back to feed those in need. How many will you need?"
"Uh...well...Leaf is about 30,000 people. There's rationing right now so...maybe only 5,000 of them are really in danger of starvation?"
"Very well. How long can you keep meat fresh?"
"Uh...indefinitely? Time doesn't pass inside a storage seal." Actually, that might not be true. During his convalescence, Hazō had been trying to keep up with the state of the art on sealing theory and had found an interesting monograph on the isomorphism of chronomantic color dynamics and interstitial topomancy. It suggested that—
He shook the distracting thoughts away and focused. "We can keep a pretty much indefinite amount of meat fresh pretty much indefinitely."
"Excellent. I shall have a thousand bison slaughtered and ready for you to pick up by sunset tomorrow."
"Hang on," Hazō said. "How big are these things? And how heavy?"
"Hm? A bit smaller than I am. Perhaps...fifteen hundred pounds? Up to a ton for the larger ones."
"A storage seal can only hold about two hundred pounds, and it needs to fit more or less into a cube an arm's length on a side." That was the standard answer, intended to explain things to non-sealmasters and new students. In truth storage space was much more complicated. It was possible to put a hat rack into storage space despite the fact that it didn't fit into the reference cube. It was possible to put a 100' rope into a storage seal as long as it was coiled or piled up, but not if it was fully extended. The study of what storage space would and would not accept was the entire reason that the field of topomancy had been created. Sealmasters had spent their entire career studying that one phenomenon. (Granted, that was less impressive than it sounded when one considered the actual length of the average sealmaster's career.)
"Hm," Cannai said. "Past Summoners have been squeamish about eating meat from a dog's mouth. I can have my people tear them apart, or you can bring a blade and cut them up."
Hazō briefly entertained the idea of himself, still on crutches, wielding a massive greatsword to chop bison apart. He immediately shifted to the idea of an Earth Clone doing the job. That sounded better, but Elemental Clones were weak, especially Hazō's since he hadn't put much effort into improving the jutsu. They also only lasted a few minutes.
"Are those pangolins still camped out on your border?" Hazō asked.
"Yes. Why?"
"Could you drive the bison to them? They just need to roll across the bodies in order to turn them into convenient steaks. Pile the chunks up and they're easy to store. Oh, and let's start with a smaller number of bison."
"No."
"What?"
"No, I am not going to make the Dog Clan look weak by recruiting members of a probably hostile foreign nation to accomplish some butchery." Cannai's contrition was gone, replaced by disapproving irritation.
Hazō swallowed nervously, trying to figure out how to undo the mess he had just caused.
"I will have some ninjutsu users deal with the issue," Cannai said, his voice calming. "You will have your meat, conveniently sectioned, by morning the day after tomorrow." He raised a paw to cut Hazō off. "That will be when the first of it is available. It will take some time to locate the herds, separate out the necessary animals, and drive them to an appropriate location for slaughter. You may begin picking it up at that time but I suspect we will be able to deliver faster than you can collect despite the fact that it will take most of a day."
"Thank you, Alpha."
"Indeed. For the pittance it is, please keep the nuggets."
"Thank you." Hazō chewed on his lip, weighing the appropriateness of the next question. "If I may...I was hoping to trade more than just gold. Would this be an all right time to ask about it?"
Cannai lay down again, head up and paws crossed in front of him. "Of course."
"You weren't wrong before...I
do want to increase my own power, and that of my clan. Also that of my village although that gets very complicated very quickly. I'm not sure what we have to offer that would be useful enough that the Dog Clan would want to trade for it, but whatever it is I can probably find it. Medicines? Raw goods like food, cloth, something like that? I spoke to Asuma this morning and he said that he's willing to trade jutsu although he demanded approval over what jutsu we give away and for what. I can train your people in how to make and use seals." He hesitated, studying his massive interlocutor. "I really want this to be good for both sides. Tell me how to do that, please."
Cannai considered it. "I am not averse to the idea of trading jutsu," he said after a moment. "And I am fine with trading material goods. With that said, the Dog Clan is largely satisfied with its daily life," he said. "We have plenty of food, the rivers run clear and free and plentiful, and our neighbors mostly leave us alone. Our primary food comes from the bison and the small creatures of the prairie. I have enjoyed many of the things I have eaten on the Human Path; they taste different and exotic. We have also enjoyed your stories, poems, and music; we would happily trade for those...perhaps we could arrange a contract between you and Canaria so she could explore Leaf and you could arrange performances for her. Aside from that, human medicine and medical ninjutsu is very different from our healing methods. I have made attempts to get dogs trained in medical ninjutsu in the past but it has never been feasible—the medic-nin have always hoarded their secrets too tightly."
"I can look into that," Hazō said, smiling slightly. When Lady Tsunade discovered that there was an entire group of beings interested in learning medical ninjutsu she would probably insist on teaching them even if she needed to punch her way through the fabric of reality itself to get there. "What about building materials? I know you guys are pretty tough and you dig dens for when it rains, but a nice little house could be cozy. Maybe something with a firepit and Purifier seals to get rid of the smoke?"
"Hmm." Cannai rumbled the thought around. "I suppose it would be worth asking if anyone was interested. I do not personally find it appealing, but I am Alpha. My relationship to the land and the weather is rather different from that of the common dog."
"Thank you," Hazō said. "It sounds like the place to start would be medical ninjutsu for Dog ninjutsu and Human Path food for Dog Clan food. You're already sending us a thousand bison...that's not going to cut into your own supplies, is it?"
Cannai burst out into barks of laughter. "Oh my, no. Hazō, the bison herds in Dog go on beyond your imagination. With our larger herds, I could slaughter a bison for every person in Leaf and it wouldn't noticeably diminish the size of the herd."
"Oh. Wow. Okay, that's great news." He paused as an idea struck. "Actually, I know something that might help. If the bison are that big then they're probably dangerous, right? Do dogs ever get hurt on these hunts?"
"Occasionally. We are intelligent, possess ninjutsu that can strike at range, and have a far better turning radius but injuries do happen."
"We have something called the Force Wall seal." He briefly laid out the operational parameters of the seal. "You could build a frame with one of those above head-height for a dog, then get a bison to chase you through it. They would be killed instantly, with no risk, and cut open so you don't have to spend time tearing through the hide."
"It could also carve through their intestines and taint the meat, but I suppose we could avoid that with careful placement. And we would also need training in how to operate the seals, since we can't have you along on every hunt. Still, it's an interesting idea, and worth pursuing. Thank you."
A howl drifted across the prairie, causing Cannai to look up. "I need to go," he said. "I still feel a bit guilty about the prank with the gold, so why don't you go back to the Human Path and draw up a list of what sort of jutsu you would like to bargain for and which ones Asuma would allow you to offer in exchange? I will not command any dog to trade their techniques, but I will seek for ones that are on your list and advocate for you with their holders. Once you have the list I'll also spread it around to see if anyone wants to trade."
"Thank you, that was more than I had hoped for," Hazō said. "Very quick before you go: Do you happen to have any jutsu that relate to training? Making the body tougher, the mind stronger, that sort of thing?"
"Why would we need jutsu for that?"
"That's a no then. Okay. Last thing: I want to pitch the Bears on the idea of joining up with the Crusade plan I was telling you about—you know, all the Clans agree to mutual defense pacts while the rulers travel to fight the Dragons. I also want to ask them if they know where their Scroll is and if they would like a Summoner. Do you have a Dog diplomat who can help me with that?"
"Of course. Although I see no reason you need to be there...? Don't you have enough on your plate at the moment?"
Oh, hey, delegation. That was a thing that Hazō was supposed to be working on, right. "It honestly never occurred to me that you might be willing to just do it for me," Hazō admitted. "If you would, that would be great."
"Of course. As it happens, Canso is dwelling with the Bears right now. She is one of our senior bards and will make an excellent diplomat and trade negotiator—I assume you do wish to bring the Bears into that whole trade association idea of yours? Thought so. You may reach Canso through Cantiko, that Dalmatian puppy you contracted with. Although, if I am able to acquire information on the Bear Scroll for you I will need assurance that it will be a member of your clan or someone you trust who acquires the object."
"I...hm. That's certainly the way I would prefer things to end up, but I can imagine political realities where I might need to give the Scroll to Asuma—the Hokage—for him to allocate to someone of his choice. That person would be a loyal Leaf ninja but they might not be a friend to the Gōketsu."
"I suggest you think on that subject," Cannai said with a somber nod. "I am uncomfortable with the idea that my neighbors might suddenly acquire a Summoner unfriendly to us. Their Scroll has lain fallow for ages and is likely to remain so unless humans start actively hunting for it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I really do need to go." He dipped his head in the canine equivalent of a polite bow and then raced off.
Author's Note: You reverse-summoned through Cantiko and spoke to Canso. She is now negotiating trade deals and Scroll information for you.
You spoke to Kumokōgō.
- Yes, the Arachnids have always guarded the Great Seal.
- Yes, they had contact with the Great Sage, although it was long before Kumokōgō was born and she never met him. There's only legends at this point.
- Yes, the information that the ANBU provided about the island that they scouted sounds like the place where Hagino Bunzō, the earlier Arachnid Summoner, lived and where the Scroll would presumably have been.
- You checked with Keiko and yes, Pantsā has dispatched a condor scout to check on whether or not the Dragons are real. They aren't expected to arrive for at least a few weeks.
- Kumokōgō has no objection to other clans sending diplomats to Arachnid territory. So long as they are polite and don't cause trouble she promises not to suck out their essential fluids and leave their dry husks abandoned on the dirt beneath her claws.
- You have asked Asuma to talk to the other Leaf Summoners about talking to their clans about sending ambassadors. No further details available at this time.
XP AWARD: 6
Brevity XP: 2
"GM had fun" XP: 0 Lots of meetings, nothing terribly exciting, but meetings with Cannai are always fun.
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