Hazō and Ino often drew stares in the streets of Leaf. Actually, that wasn't quite right. Ninja drew stares in the streets of Leaf.
Interesting choice to start the chapter with a self contradiction. Invites deeper questioning, contemplation. Dissonance. A stutter step? No, a refinement.
"Just be nice," Ino said. "It's a happy occasion. Just smile a lot and keep it light. No one's going to bring Jashin up unless you do first."
Ha! Just one of those awkward things, feels so much more significant from inside, hee. A messy break up, not getting into the school you wanted, Jashin worship.
"Seems like a lot of trouble," Hazō said. "Maybe it'd just be easier to wait for a couple weeks, do some sealing research while people calm down and internalize the stuff I talked about at that speech, and only then get back into the swing of Leaf politics."
No!
"No!" Ino said. "Are you crazy? Getting invited to small private events with the Hokage is great for your rep, but disappearing off to who-knows-where to worship who-knows-what is awful!"
Ino is a blessing.
"Asuma-sensei!" she said. "Congratulations on the new baby! When did you find out? Have the healers told you if it's going to be a boy or a girl yet? Have you started thinking about names? You're going to name the baby after me, right?"
And a brat.
Asuma accepted the hug for a couple seconds, but started trying to peel Ino away halfway into her endless stream of questions. "Ino, you can't just attack me like this in public, it's unseemly."
Daddy lion giving the cubs a win? No treason or world ending crises? Feels surreal.
We haven't yet asked a Hyūga about whether the baby's a boy or a girl, and Kurenai asked Hinata not to say anything yet. We've thought about names, yes, but your name is not in the running."
Asking for an Ino, Hinata team up. Maybe a not far off day, Asuma will find himself eavesdropping on Hinata whispering something to Ino about
twins or
triplets.
"I think 'Ino' has to be up there, sir," Hazō said to Asuma, keeping his face straight. "The world would be a better place with more Inos."
Put away your ruler and say aaaaaaa because there are no feet in that mouth.
"And that's why you should teach me Shadow Clone," Ino said to her sensei, with a sweet face.
Chipping away. Almost.
"Yeah," Kurenai said, tapping a finger to her cheek, "but if you know why he did what he did, why are you still annoyed by his… style?"
Feel of an ongoing conversation. Kurenai doing absent parent, sensei-in-law mothering.
Kurenai laughed. "No, the minx has been well behaved for once in her life. Still weird, but she's always had a really bad case of jōnin. Actually, Ami came over for a nice dinner the other evening. She seemed to hit it off with one of Asuma's cousins."
Huh. Do not get to see much of how Ami interacts without us in the room, what others think of Ami.
"A seduction specialist falling in love?" Kurenai said with a wry grin. "Less likely than a freeze in July. I think she's just making an excuse to come over to the estate a couple more times before she presents us some weirdly optimized restructuring of the buildings that we can't really deny since it would improve defensibility, but would also require us to hire a construction company of her choice and tie us into some nasty web of complicated obligations."
Love, Leverage, and the Lies She Told: A Necromancy Memoir.
Too long without a "Hazō" to use "he" for my short term memory.
Ino sighed. "You're supposed to say yes. Maybe you don't see it with your eyes, but you can feel it in the mood. The excitement? It's not about what's actually there, it's about the potential, y'know?"
The implication. The subtext.
"So… this is all performative?"
Affirmative, babies pass tags to mommy's Presence rolls.
"Yeah," Ino said. "Kinda that. Kinda not. We're in the play, but we're also getting to enjoy it. Also, it's real. Anyway, want to go tease Asuma-sensei?"
Meta.
"What do you think you're saying, young man?" Asuma said angrily, leaning in close to Akimichi. "I know we're in a private space, but I am the Hokage, and you cannot be saying things like that!
New theory, babies bring out canon personalities.
Asuma sighed. "I was hoping you wouldn't see that. Well, we're even now. That gives me a fifty percent chance to win, right?"
Shikamaru selected his piece and shifted it sideways on the board, already preparing a new attack. "Lower, Asuma-sensei. Much, much lower."
Fought from a weaker position to a draw in material. Two in one hundred that it is fifty-fifty.
They seemed to be enjoying themselves. Hazō didn't understand. He'd seen the figures for new jōnin promotion survival rates. Sure, in the aftermath of the war and the advent of AMITY, there would be fewer risky missions for jōnin to take. But still, the woman would likely be dead within a year or two. And Kurenai just accepted it and smiled and laughed, and didn't do anything about it.
What would it be for without the smiles and laughs?
Hazō remembered Asuma, grappling with the moral weight of the decision, but electing to kill Isan anyway. Five hundred lives, ended within seconds by his ninjutsu. Asuma had been a ninja for two decades before that moment, and five hundred likely hadn't even been a tenth of the deaths he'd caused over his career. And now, for all that, he would bring one more life into this world. A happy life, perhaps, though the child would no doubt grow up to be a killer themselves.
Glad this was in pilot's head.
"Nothing," she said. "We can ask Asuma to babysit, maybe."
Age old 'babysit to see how you are around kids' technique.
Not taking the jutsu you have available would be a disadvantage. But maybe a strong signaling tool. If you need to take them, you could try remunerating KEI. You could have any clan ninja with KEI jutsu join the exchange, but only on the teaching side. That way, the techniques continue to be taught to the KEI population, and they don't become a clan secret."
Smart.
Mari had drilled proper tea etiquette so deep into his bones that he couldn't ignore it if he wanted to.
Iron Nerve in shambles.
Jin chuckled, a low and deep rumble that still somehow sounded faintly mocking. "I am pleased to hear, Lord Hazō, that after the previous weeks you have decided that your public image is in fact important."
Bad habit, but tend to look back at social mistakes as good smokescreen. Unobstructed rise to power would scare other clans too much. And other than unforced errors, more too lose in social conflicts than there is to gain. At S-rank, for ignoring politics, could face rank obstructionism and Mari's revenge for prematurely greying hair.
Alarm bells went off in Hazō's head as he read the paper. Whatever the last scroll had been, this was definitely a trap. "I've already given the order, Jin. Is this a necessary component?"
Also alarmed but too smol brained to understand Jin's gambit.
"I see," Hazō said. "Thank you for the feedback. If you have anything more you need to say, just know that my door is always open."
"It's not," Jin said. "And if it were, you're rarely there."
Hazō sighed. "It's a figure of speech. You can ask Gaku if you want my time, and I'm always glad to give it. In fact, that's exactly…"
Oouch. Ignoring good, direct feedback.
Mio continued to glare at him. She probably thought she was keeping her face neutral, but she was a combat specialist. For all that he'd been neglecting Mari's training, Hazō could still read a new-ish chūnin that had never really tried to become a better liar.
Social social social combat!
"I'd heard that the rumors were only targeting me," Hazō said.
"Yeah, but what does that say about the people that follow you?" Mio asked.
Part true, part looking for a reason to be mad?
Mio waffled for a second before coming to a decision. "Oh, it's nothing," she said, voice bitingly sarcastic. "I joined a clan hoping to be treated equally, only to discover that the clan head's inner circle was treated way better than everyone else. Sure, I could deal with being an outcast. I've only been one my entire life, you know? And then my sister dies. So that was great. And now my clan head's actions mean that everyone I knew outside the clan is pushing me away because they don't want to associate with blood cultists and despite the fact that my sister's dead, I'm still a twin so I'm unclean anyway!"
Rough to see your dead sister in every glance at your reflection. Fight against twin prejudice like we fought for Kei's marriage? Big clans have to contend with 20 new academy graduates, 20 deaths a year. Borrow their wisdom?
"Oh, don't fucking say it," Mio said. "You don't care about her. You didn't care about her. You gave her a funeral, then bounced away to parts unknown for months on end. She never mattered to you in the slightest."
What would change her mind? Not logic. Snap her out of her fugue by calling attention to a skill she used to be proud of but has allowed to deteriorate? Share more details about how we spend our time. Take to Orochimaru's lab for a day of ESing the Great Seal replica? Explain our difference in skill as a sealer between when she joined the clan and today. Demonstrate what that means with oldest + newest macerators. Oldest and newest rocket boots. Time it took to research Minato seals. What it means for the clan's strength in the next two years.
"She did," Hazō said, insistently. "It's why we adopted her, and you. To get you the techniques you needed to maximize your odds of survival in the war. I promise you, we really did share everything we could have shared. There were a few things left out at the time – specialized seals for sealing research, outright state secrets, but there was nothing else that we had that we didn't give you. Unfortunately, it's still a war, and the odds of survival can never be a hundred percent.
Weak clan that shares everything is not more comforting than a strong clan that only shares weak things.
Mio looked at the proffered seals in his hand for one, two seconds, before raising her own and striking the seals out of his hand. Slips of paper fell through the air.
"This is exactly what I fucking mean," Mio said, raising her voice. "Any of us die, my sister dies, and what happens? A funeral. An engraving on a rock. But your girlfriend dies? Suddenly you're opening up a giant charity in her honor, chaining Shinji and Kazushi to their desks to run it, reconsidering your life choices and researching new seals to make yourself feel better. If it had been me that died out in the field, you know what would have happened? Funeral. Engraving. That's it.
Lose lose. Too little is too little. Too much is faking how little you cared when she was alive.
"And you know what? It wouldn't be that bad if you just accepted it. Acted like the Hyūga, like I should be happy to lick the scraps off your dinner plate once you're done with it. Instead, you think that you're so great, that you're so different from the other clans, when really you give about as much of a shit about any of us as they do!"
Organized a meeting between Leaf clan adoptees? Let them compare how they are treated? Desirably, with Mari's finger on the scale.
It would be so easy to be loved. They want to love us if we give them our time and attention. But... it could never rise to the importance of the disasters we are juggling. Even Akane was not spared from that. Maybe we could share what we can and trust them to understand that. Hope we spar together for training.
"Yeah, sure," Yūma said. "It's what any other ninja would do. But I was wondering if we were gonna do something better than that. It's been a bad season for chakra beasts, right? Maybe these guys were just driven out of their home and needed to find any life they could."
"Ah, alright," Yūma said. "Wait, this isn't a Jashin thing, is it?"
Flawless comedic timing. How dare you.