It was lucky that both Hazō and Kei had independently had the idea of bringing their summoning scrolls to the Hokage's briefing in case they needed to communicate urgently with their summons, and equally lucky that they were among the first to arrive, and therefore could pause outside the Hokage's office for a brief jaunt to a distant, alien world while waiting for the other clan heads.
"So, Hazō," Kei began, "what new idea of yours requires total privacy and cannot wait until after the briefing when we will know the full scope of our latest cataclysm?"
"Kei," Hazō said," I have a thought I wanted to run by you."
"Does it involve the ruthless and absolute destruction of Hidden Rock with every ill-considered superweapon at your disposal the very instant the Hokage gives us permission?" Kei asked with the expectant air of a hungry Fifi noticing a fresh kill in his hands (or, rather, in Kagome-sensei's hands—he liked to spoil her, and sometimes there were "treats" left over after an afternoon of weapons testing in the woods).
"Only indirectly," Hazō reluctantly admitted. "I've been thinking about Naruto, and how there would be a perfect synergy between his powers and certain Pangolin ninjutsu. It's entirely your decision, and obviously it would be conditional on him being able to keep it secret—which you'd also be able to judge better than me, since presumably you entrust him with KEI secrets every day—but it could be a big boost to Leaf's combat potential, and also to him not hating the Gōketsu quite as much."
"He does not hate the Gōketsu," Kei objected. "He hates
you, and considers you a borderline threat to village security, which of necessity limits his trust in those compelled to carry out your orders. On a personal level, he treats me with unmerited affection, possesses a cordial relationship with Akane as a former classmate, and, I believe, recognises a kindred spirit in Noburi.
"Regardless, it is not as if the thought had not occurred to me as well. Even before the nigh-unstoppable village legend, there are loved ones of mine who would benefit vastly from protection from the vicissitudes of melee combat. Unfortunately, matters are not so simple."
"What's the obstacle?" Hazō asked.
"Hazō, the Pangolins feel we have betrayed them," Kei said heavily. "In a number of ways and on a number of levels."
"You mean because of the skytowers?"
"Those as well. But to begin with, as far as they are concerned, the very foundations of our deal were laid in bad faith. You must recall, Hazō, when we first negotiated with the Pangolins, their understanding of shinobi modernity was fragmented at best. They still lived in Ui's times, when the notion of a clanless population would have been alien and horrifying."
"I'm not sure what you're getting at," Hazō said.
"The notion of a shinobi academy that would teach any child with the qualifications is a modern one," Kei said. "Surely you remember that much from our lessons."
Hazō nodded with a bitter smile. "Old Lizardbreath never let an assembly go by without reminding us how lucky we poor clanless kids were to live in a magnanimous village that didn't just throw us out like the trash we were."
"I understand his death was quite excruciating," Kei said with a much brighter one. "It also involved express use of Yagura's old repressive apparatus, since dramatic punishment was necessary for Mist to save face, but the letter of the law was, at that time, not sufficient—unless the man were to be proved a foreign saboteur. Ami was most grateful to us for reminding the soon-to-be-born AMI that the new Mizukage was willing to use the previous tyrant's tools.
"My point, however, is that in Ui's time, becoming a shinobi required either being born the child of clan shinobi or being born to civilians in a ninja village and adopted into a clan the instant your chakra reserves were recognised. There was no other source of training. As a general rule, clanless shinobi were those who had received clan training and then abandoned the clan—the original missing-nin, if you will—or their descendants whom they had personally trained. This, incidentally, explains much of the ingrained attitudes that have rendered the KEI necessary.
"Under such circumstances, the notion of a clanless recruitment pool would have been bewildering at best. If clanless ninja were ever to gather in numbers, they would either fail to trust each other and separate again, perhaps violently, or they would establish a cooperative relationship and ultimately found a clan of their own, precisely as we did. This is how the Pangolins understood our group, and likely why Pandā was so swift to pair us off—on the assumption that we intended to develop our clan through… procreation and occasional exogamy. Under such a model, clan growth takes place over generations, as it does for summons themselves.
"Consider, now, their feelings when they came to understand that we would be sharing our new ninjutsu not with our sons and daughters and perhaps the occasional ally marrying into the clan, but with multiple strangers
every year, the number and selection determined by a process arcane to them.
"They are aware they have no formal grounds for complaint. We are acting within the terms of the contract, and contracts are sacred. However, their ninjutsu are permanently out of their control now, and spreading rapidly in ways over which they have no influence. In exchange for this permanent and growing loss, what they received was a temporary benefit—which we then unilaterally terminated in a way that left them in dire straits indeed. Any observer unable to understand the condoritarian motivations behind our actions would surely conclude that we ruthlessly exploited the Pangolins by taking advantage of their ignorance of clan structures in the village era, then abandoned them as soon as we no longer needed the resources they provided. That is, assuming we were not planning to ruin them all along on behalf of some other Seventh Path entity."
"None of this stopped them from sharing the Pangolin Conditioning Technique with those two jōnin," Hazō observed.
"A sound choice," Kei said, "given that as support specialists, they were the most fragile members of our group save myself. Considering how close our victory was, it is a certainty that we would have lost without them. On the other hand, the Pangolins did not provide the technique to Ami, who possessed the dubious protection of fighting from range, or Naruto, who fought using clones, even though this, too, would have improved our odds.
"The Pangolins are not best pleased with their allies, Hazō. Certainly, they lack alternatives, and Pangolin military honour prohibits them from betraying me so that a more cooperative prospective summoner may take the scroll from my corpse—or so I hope. However, even our greatest victory has left them with a bitter aftertaste. The blow to the Condor Clan was very real, in terms of symbolism, metaphysical trauma, and strategic advantage. Yet in exchange, the Pangolins have gained Leaf as an ally of inconvenience. Even now the village seeks leverage on the Seventh Path with which to demand the Condors' freedom for its own benefit. With our arsenal of summoners, eventually we will find it.
"In conclusion, then, no. I believe that requesting a new ninjutsu trade, especially when the beneficiary is not under our authority or theirs in any way, will only further their perception of us as exploitative. Nor can I countenance the option of teaching Naruto without permission, in defiance of our contract. Naruto is known to some if not all of Leaf's summon allies via their summoners. It is inevitable that word of any signature ninjutsu he uses would eventually find its way back to the Seventh Path. In that event, I would certainly be rejected as summoner—a process easily, and I expect, usually made lethal by having the boss cancel summoners' unsummoning privileges before informing them. Furthermore, should it become known that the Hokage, the boss of Leaf's summoners, permitted this violation of contract, Leaf's summon allies could defect en masse."
Kei paused, looking out towards the horizon silently as if buying time for something.
"I appreciate the fashion in which you brought this to me, Hazō," she said eventually. "I regret that I do not have a better response to offer you. And… there is one more matter. You recall the existence of the Tama Clan, Rock's optimisation specialists?"
Hazō nodded.
"At least one must survive. Ideally more, for the sake of a safety margin. Please bear this in mind when preparing your plan to annihilate Hidden Rock as you can, must, and will."
Hazō winced. "That's a lot harder than just erasing the entire village from existence."
"There are options available to us. We can discuss the matter in more depth once you have a shortlist of localised apocalypses. For now, please trust that it is necessary. The Hokage will be aware of this as well, as indeed will the Tama."
New challenge: win an all-out war against a numerically superior enemy. Without revealing power on a scale that would get Leaf Whirlpooled. While sparing a handful of specific individuals he had no way of identifying from range. And, of course, while still crippled and in a state of constant mental fog.
It was almost as if the universe was starting to take Gōketsu Hazō seriously.
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