Chapter 6β: The Shadow of Mutiny
"It's time you spilled the beans,
Captain Hazō."
Hazō had never been under any illusions that Mari's "romantic moonlit stroll, just the two of us" was anything of the sort, and even if he had, the hint of danger in her voice would have put paid to them.
"What do you mean, Inoue?" he asked as his mind urgently flicked through the possibilities like pages in a tome of horrors.
"You promised me a purpose beyond mere survival," Mari said. "I can only assume that's what those games with the Liberator were about, because coming to a perfect hiding place like Iron and then blowing it by sending missing-nin who know our faces to scatter all over the world makes no earthly sense. Now I'm
guessing your master plan is to found some kind of missing-nin haven in Neck to use as leverage against the Elemental Nations, but if that's the case, then your beans are half-baked. Assuming they both make it, Shikigami and the Liberator are going to butt heads like bucks in rutting season, and the survivor of that contest–or, Sage forbid, a diumvirate–is going to have no incentive whatsoever to hand over the reins to you just because you did them a favour. Life debts mean squat when real power is on the line."
The confrontation had been inevitable. There was only so long a smooth-talking genin could string along the veteran jōnin who should by every right have been team leader (at least until
she decided she wanted him in the job). Really, he was lucky she'd been willing to humour him this long.
"No," he said. "I'm not trying to be Shikigami-sensei MK2. That would be
pathetically unambitious."
Mari snorted. "I can see why you've got me on manipulation duty if that's the level of subtlety and tact you're capable of when your leadership is on the line."
Yikes.
Also duh. Shikigami-sensei may have been the mastermind behind Hidden Swamp, but Mari had originally signed up to his project in full sincerity. Of course, the whole thing had been suicidal from the start (going missing from Mist had been bad enough, but trying to set up in Fire had sealed their fate), but considering that Mari wouldn't be ready to apologise even years later, it was unrealistic to expect her to casually reflect on her mistakes now.
"So if you're not after the tiny throne awaiting the winner in Neck, what did I waltz into that fortress full of crazy cultists for? Are we an all-purpose missing-nin rescue squad now? That's at least a better reason for recruiting Ishihara than the
obvious, but it's also reckless and insane and not something I'm interested in being part of."
"Closer," Hazō said, "but you're still thinking way too small. Way,
way too small."
"Oh, so Ishihara
is just here as a sex toy?" Inoue asked with a smirk. "Out of a rich selection of missing-nin of every rank and specialisation, you, the boy with the amazing powers of recruitment, go for a taijutsu genin with no special skills and her own set of enemies to add to ours. But she's a pretty older girl who's convinced you're a straight upgrade on her lost crush and goes around calling you sensei. Hazō, I've
been a horny teen and done things that would blow your mind to even know are possible, but here and now, when every decision determines whether we live or die, you cannot afford to be thinking with your minnow."
Hazō blushed for multiple reasons.
"She
is a sweet girl," Mari admitted. "Assuming she can pull her weight, it wouldn't be the worst thing for morale to keep her around. But I'm serious,
Captain. If you can't keep your sloop in the harbour, there are places we can drop by in any decently-sized town. Better to spend a few ryō now and again than get us all killed because you're distracted."
As Hazō stammered incoherently, his mind randomly flashed to a
different embarrassing Mari sex conversation, and it happened to save him. At this point in time, alpha Mari had still thought he needed the Talk (or at least pretended well enough to convince him and Kei). In all likelihood, she wasn't
actually telling the thirteen-year-old to visit a brothel because she thought he couldn't control himself. She was… She was…
She was trying to mortally embarrass him because it would leave him off-guard and easy to pump for the information she wanted (and also because she was the kind of sadist who'd do it just for fun). She knew he was good enough to manipulate her, though not that it had taken weeks of planning and preparation, and she was no more willing to fight on an even playing field than anyone who made it to jōnin.
(As an aside, her strategy was working way better than it should have. He really hoped that transmigrating to a less mature brain hadn't reset his character development.)
Hazō chose his words carefully.
"Thank you for your concern, Inoue, but nothing like that is happening, as you well know."
"
Please," Mari interrupted. "I've seen the weird way she looks at you when she thinks you're not looking, and more importantly, I've seen the weird way
you look at
her when you think she's not looking. I might not have a read on what's going on between the two of you, but it sure as hell is going on."
"
Be that as it may," Hazō said through gritted teeth as he wrestled with panic at being caught red-handed by the last person he could tell the truth about him and Akane (not that he was in any hurry to break it to Kei or Noburi either). "Inoue, my plans for the team are extensive and realistic, and after this next mission, I promise we will all discuss them together. When that happens, I'm confident you'll understand why I've been holding back all this time."
Of course, understanding and acceptance weren't the same thing. There was no nice way to say, "I've been waiting for you to become less evil" (though maybe there was a more tactful one), and if Mari took enough offence and changed her mind about trusting him to help with her redemption…
"'I'll tell you after your next mission'," Mari said. "That's the kiss of death, the line you feed people when you're counting on them to never come back. I've delivered it myself. Worst case, at least it buys you time to come up with a good lie."
Hazō was starting to realise he wasn't going to win this battle. Not against Mari, who'd been extracting information from experienced secret-keepers while he was still learning his way around a kunai.
But then, this wasn't how one fought social specs. Ami had forced him to learn that much.
"Is it a deal-breaker?" Hazō asked simply. "Is not getting the answer for another few days the thing that's going to make you leave the team?"
Mari gave him a piercing look, colder and sharper than the Yuki Clan's finest iceblade.
"The last time I lost trust in my leader and left," she said, "I took everything I wanted with me."
Hazō couldn't look away. Hazō couldn't move.
Then Mari smiled. Lightly, with just enough warmth to thaw Hazō's heart and get the blood moving in his veins again.
"So, Captain Hazō, what hive of scum and villainy are you sending me into this time?"
"Actually," Hazō said, engaging the Iron Nerve to keep his body relaxed and steady while his mind caught up, "this time round, you're relegated to support."
Then, choosing his phrasing in the tiniest possible assertion of dominance, the tiniest possible reminder that they were doing things
his way, he added, "I'm still counting on you, because unless the whole party acts in perfect coordination, there's a non-zero chance of a TPK. But before we even get that far, I'm going to have to solo the boss."
Mari, not yet introduced to gaming jargon by Akane, gave a puzzled frown. Then, predictably, she decided she didn't care enough to ask.
"What's our objective?"
Hazō cast his gaze south, to the forbidding depths of a forest far more lethal to unwelcome intruders than a dozen Swamps of Death.
"We're going to tame the Black Hunter."