"Blood in the water. Madara's all-seeing balls. Hundred Fins. Norihige's grave below us. Sage's ballsack."
By the time Hazō reached the top of the Hokage Monument, he'd burned through his entire cursing vocabulary and had started looping back through his personal favourites. He made a note to himself to never again schedule a meeting at the highest point in Leaf while movement-impaired, and also to expand his curse collection. Maybe Noburi would lend him that Seventh Path book of his.
"Hazō! You're seriously late!" Ami called out from the top of Jiraiya's head. "I've started trying to think of a penalty game, and you really want to be over here before I can finish!"
Under no circumstances was Hazō prepared to play any game on Ami's terms. From the horrors Dungeon Keeper Ami regularly unleashed at Gōketsu gaming nights to the way he'd nearly ended up dating her last time, Hazō was confident his immediate future was going to be both traumatic and humiliating unless he acted fast.
Please let old permissions still be in effect…
"Substitution Technique!"
Fortunately, Kei was either broadly trusting or specifically merciful where he was concerned. In a flash, Hazō found himself next to Ami as Kei appeared in his place the other end of the monument, almost certainly rolling her eyes at his inability to survive without her.
Less fortunately, Hazō had had to drop his crutches in order to do hand seals, and the sudden loss of stability while standing next to the avatar of chaos had a completely predictable effect.
"Why, Hazō," Ami purred underneath him as his brain processed a series of sudden and terrifying soft sensations, "I had no idea you'd grown so bold. In public
and in front of Kei."
Hazō pushed himself off her with the urgency of a man finding himself embracing a bundle of armed exploding tags.
"Sorry, Ami, I didn't mean to—"
Hazō frowned.
"Wait a second. You're a jōnin. You could totally have dodged that."
"And let you fall on your face, with you being mortally injured and everything? What kind of woman do you think I am?"
Hazō's attempt to come up with an answer to that eternally dangerous question was interrupted by the descent of an ominous shadow that blotted out the midday sun.
"Your crutches, Hazō," spoke a voice that could freeze fire. Kei raised the crutches in a movement that wavered between assistance and imminent impalement.
Before Kei could make up her mind, Ami helped him up.
"That was hilarious," she said, "so can you give him a free pass just this once, Kei?"
Kei sighed. "Just this once. Hazō, while I appreciate that the instinct to throw oneself at my sister is natural to every gynophile, be aware that future acts of attempted sacrilege will not be met with the same leniency. Now, I believe you have brought tribute with which to appease my no longer homicidal but nevertheless ongoing wrath?"
"You mean the peppermint tea and pastries?"
At Kei's nod, Hazō busied himself with the storage scrolls.
"So I take it," Ami asked casually, "that choosing this as our meeting spot means you're publicly endorsing the Selectivist Faction?"
Hazō froze. "The what now?"
"Naruto originally intended to call it the 'Screw Hyūga Hiashi Faction'," Kei said, reaching for the first of the pastries, "but the rest of us felt that it lacked a certain subtlety."
"Oh," Hazō said. "In that case, count me in 100%. So what does our faction do?"
"There," Ami said with a note of satisfaction. "That's how it's done. None of this 'Are you sure this is a good idea, Ami?' or 'Should we really be fracturing Leaf's political landscape further at this time, Ami?' or 'What about the implications for our Clan Council position, Ami?' Just a decisive commitment to screwing over Hyūga Hiashi and everything he stands for, as the Sage intended.
"In response to your question, Hazō, look down. How many faces do you see?"
There were, of course, five faces. Hazō had been present at the unveiling ceremony for the most recent carving, after the Clan Council had almost unanimously ruled to retroactively confirm Jiraiya as full rather than interim Hokage, and posthumously granted him the honours earned by that position.
"The Sixth's carving was never completed, of course," Ami said evenly. "After the interruption of the Collapse, for a certain period of time Leaf had more urgent construction priorities. Subsequently, its creation was plagued by endless delays in procurement of scaffolding, payments to stonecarvers, and other individually minor yet collectively crippling issues that happened to coincide with the influx of KEI shinobi into the Tower bureaucracy following the demise of the clan shinobi who had originally held most positions of influence.
"The Selectivist Faction, spearheaded by Uzumaki Naruto with the support of the KEI, proposes that we should accept the sign given us by fate and omit the Sixth, whose ill-fated reign should not be set alongside that of his illustrious fellows, instead proceeding immediately with the carving of the magnificent Seventh. Conversely, the Inclusivist Faction argues that all Hokage are entitled to equal representation by simple virtue of their title."
"That's rather radical," Hazō said as he poured the third cup of tea. "So if Naruto's leading the Selectivists, who's leading the Inclusivists?"
Ami's grin stretched as wide as he'd ever seen it. "Glad you asked! After all, how could any campaign be properly youthful without a worthy rival to lead the opposition?"
Hazō gave her a disturbed look. "There's one word in there I'm really hoping I misheard."
Ami nodded. "Before we could gain enough traction for an opposing force to develop naturally, I invited Rock Lee to represent the opposition. He wasted no time in reminding the population of Leaf that Hyūga Hiashi's greatest achievement as Hokage was founding the Church of Youth. You might have seen his weekly proclamations in the broadsheet."
"Is
that what those were?" Hazō asked. "I thought that was just Rock Lee being Rock Lee."
"That too," Ami said. "But what matters is that by the time Hyūga and their allies realised we were serious, the well was dripping with very youthful poison. I'd be surprised if the Selectivists
actually managed to keep the Sixth off the monument, because that would mean the Hokage signing off on a massive insult to the Hyūga, but what we've got going is a public debate over the relative weight of a Hokage's title versus their accomplishments, and boy is having Lee as their most vocal proponent a headache for the conservatives. Meanwhile, the Seventh's on track to score major points by winning the war—you need to get on that, by the way; Leaf
cannot afford to still be fighting Rock when the countdown hits zero—and between that and his limited personal power, he'll be the first Hokage to be recognised as a leader first and a warrior second. The Selectivist/Inclusivist conflict will make use of that as Step One towards redefining what it
means to be a Kage."
"Why would you do that?" Hazō asked.
"Transforming Leaf society or pouring powdered willowbark into my peppermint tea?"
"Both," Hazō said. "That seems like it's going to be an abysmal combination."
Ami looked down into her cup. "I get… headaches.
"And anyway"—she smiled—"what's life without a little dangerous and unwise experimentation? Which answers both your questions. At the end of this long road lies the idea of a Hokage accountable to their ninja, and can you imagine what wacky adventures we're going to have along the way? And in the meantime, it might just save Hinata."
Hazō blinked at the sudden swerve. "I wasn't aware that she needed saving from anything. Also, isn't she one of the KEI's main enemies?"
"Exactly," Ami said. "She's a sweet girl, incredibly talented, and also on track to become a world-class beauty if she survives the next few years. Such a shame she didn't go down the I&S track. But she's also the leader of the conservative faction, and as the Sixth's heir, she's got no choice but to follow the path he laid out. Any efforts to get her on-side are doomed for as long as she's devoted to the spirit of her dear departed dad
and the elders are standing by to eat her alive if she goes too far off-script. And while I'd love for her to grow up to become a badass rival, I'd also love for her to become my Hanabi. The Mori are really into symmetry, FYI.
"But that's a side project still at the 'poking at random stuff and seeing what happens' stage. Mostly my accomplishment so far is reminding the public of the Sixth Hokage-Church of Youth connection, and also the ongoing Hyūga Neji-Church of Youth connection, as enforced by his summoner agreement. He's the Hyūga elders' backup—if Hinata stops satisfying them as clan head, Hanabi's too young, while Neji has the blood, his prestige as summoner outweighs a lot of possible issues, and he's dedicated to the Sixth's beliefs while lacking Hinata's capacity for independent thought. The worse the public's opinion of the Sixth, and the more they associate Neji with the Sixth's greatest folly, the stronger Hinata's position versus the elders."
She took a sip of her tea and shuddered. "Yep, this'll take my mind off any lesser suffering, sure enough."
"Duly noted," Hazō said. "On a hopefully non-village-wrecking note, I was wondering if you could do me a—no, wait, phrasing—if you could do
Leaf a favour in your capacity as the Mist ambassador."
"I'm not the ambassador anymore, Hazō," Ami said with an edge to her voice. "That would be my beloved Kurosawa handler. I'm just the Hokage's official Mist consultant and solver of slightly more problems than I cause. Is there something you want me to pass on?"
"Ah. Sorry, Ami," Hazō said. "I was just wondering: work on the Great Seal's been going at a crawl, and assuming Asuma gives us the go-ahead, do you think you could get a Mist sealmaster or two over here to assist? Surely there'll be a Kurosawa or a Mori who's interested. Alternatively, when I'm healed, I could visit Mist and make them another of my life-size models."
Ami laughed. "Part of me really wants to see Lady Kurosawa's face when you propose building what's basically a super-sized sealing array in the middle of her village. But part of me also knows it'll just be an Iron Nerve mask, so I suggest you let that idea go right now. At best, maybe you can build it on some uninhabited island within easy travel of Mist, like Nagi.
"I'll pass on the sealmaster request, but don't hold your breath. Unless Mist formally joins the war on Leaf's side, Lady Kurosawa isn't going to be in any hurry to send precious sealmasters to a village where they risk getting caught up in military action or, worse, conscripted in an emergency—especially if she doesn't believe the Dragon story, in which case this can only be an excuse to steal Mist sealing secrets."
Hazō nodded. "Why make reasonable sacrifices to avert the probable doom of the world when pretending there isn't a problem is much more convenient for pursuing your existing goals? Even in Leaf, Orochimaru doesn't seem to have lifted a finger to help. Him being immortal won't get him far if the Dragons decide his basement makes a tasty snack. Or do you suppose he's doing something useful and just not sharing?"
Ami shrugged. "I think that if he took the Dragon threat seriously, he'd probably take over the research and commandeer you, the other sealmasters, and whatever resources he wanted. I don't have him pegged as someone who holds back when something piques his interest. That said, he's a biosealer, right? Is there any chance this is just outside his area of expertise?"
"I asked Kagome-sensei that," Hazō said. "After he was done ranting about what happens to biosealers who slip up and make one tiny mistake, and what happens to biosealers who succeed—which is usually even worse—and how I shouldn't even think about biosealing and instead focus on safer avenues of study like explosives research, he said nobody dives straight into biosealing and survives. All successful biosealers have a solid grounding in basic sealcrafting. Given that dimensional sealing, which is what we want, is a discipline I reinvented myself, there isn't going to be any sealmaster in Leaf, or maybe the world, whose specialised skills let them beat Orochimaru's general ones. I'm constantly torn between going to him to have a serious conversation and not going to him to avoid being dissected once he realises how much unique Sage lore is locked up in my brain."
"Yeah," Ami said. "There are people being tortured to death—or worse—right now as a result of what I had to do to persuade Orochimaru to give up his plans for me. Not that there wouldn't have been people getting tortured to death anyway, Orochimaru being Orochimaru, and this way there are a lot of other people who aren't starving to death, but still. He's not someone you want to hang out with any more than necessary.
"Then again, having everything you've ever loved destroyed by eldritch abominations isn't great either. Have you considered approaching him indirectly, like via Dr Yakushi or the Snakes?"
"Plans are in progress," Kei said regretfully. "Once the war is over and we no longer need to appease the Pangolins as a contribution to Leaf's immediate survival, I would appreciate assistance from both of you with the Condor liberation efforts. Current negotiations are at an impasse, as we possess nothing the Pangolins want more than to retain the slaves whose unique value we continue to prove further with every plan."
Hazō nodded. "Win the war. Free the slaves. Save the world. Probably in that order. Do you remember the days when our biggest challenge was beating up chakra alligators?"
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