Chapter 125: New Travels, New Adventures

"Well?" Jiraiya growled. "I can't hear your brains rattle from here."

Hazō gulped but forced himself to speak up. He still took a moment to condense the questions as much as possible; Jiraiya's face was positively sagging with exhaustion and this was clearly a bad time to be fiddling about.

"Four questions, Lord Hokage," he said, clamping down hard on his diaphragm to keep his voice from shaking. "First, with the greatest respect to Minami and Akane"—he nodded to Minami—"Mari-sensei, Kagome-sensei, Keiko, Noburi, and I are privy to certain information that I don't think is available to them. Are we permitted to tell them about what we brought you when we came to Leaf, or about anything that happened in the other room a few minutes ago?"

Jiraiya's lip twitched in a tiny fraction of a half-smile. "Very nice circumlocution, kid. You're learning some opsec." He scrubbed both hands across his face and sighed. "Yes, you can tell them about the skywalkers—you'll need to if you're going to use them...which, to be clear, you are. The rest of it, no." He paused, then nodded to himself as a thought visibly bubbled up through the sludge of his tired brain. "Oh. Right. Minami, Ishihara, these people were all missing-nin a few weeks ago. Now I've married Inoue over there and adopted this bunch into my newly-formed clan. They're Leaf ninja in good standing and will be treated as such."

Akane stared, dumbstruck, for a second before snapping to attention. "Yes, Lord Hokage!" The formality of the words was somewhat reduced by the massive cat-with-canary-feathers smile on her face. Minami was a split second behind her in acknowledging the order; her expression was surprise instead of delight.

Jiraiya grunted. "'Lord Hokage'. Never expected to hear that." He shook his head and looked back at Hazō. "Three more, kid. Hurry up."

"I could 'memorize' the letters if you wish, Lord Hokage. That would provide a backup in case the physical contents are lost."

"Nope. Messages are confidential. Don't read 'em. Next."

"Is there anything you would like me to think about while we're away, Lord Hokage? You know, like 'turn it upside down' problems?"

Jiraiya glared. "Don't get a fat head, kid. One bright idea doesn't make you the only smart person in the world. We've got plenty of sealmasters here in Leaf, an entire clan of supergeniuses, and I've been known to have an idea or two myself."

"Yes, Lord Hokage!" Hazō said, a nervous bead of sweat trickling down from his hairline.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, Lord Hokage," Keiko said. "You said we had two hours to prepare. Would it be possible for us to obtain resources from some of the nonstandard options that were volunteered a few minutes ago?"

Jiraiya snorted. "Desperate to get into that library, huh? Fine." He fumbled open the main drawer of the desk; for a split-second he froze, staring into the drawer as though it contained a venomous chakra snake. It lasted only an instant before he casually pulled out a sheet of paper and an elegant ivory-handled brush. He dipped the brush in the inkwell built into the desk and scribbled across the page before stamping it with a seal-inscribed stamp and handing the finished copy off to Keiko. "Won't do you much good in the limited time you have, but here you go. Don't abuse it or I'll ground you." The words were relaxed, almost enough to distract from the way Jiraiya set the brush down with exquisite, even reverent, care on the rest next to the inkwell.

Keiko took the paper with a combination of muted glee and hunger that Hazō found frankly disturbing. "Thank you, Lord Hokage," she said with the deepest bow Hazō had ever seen her make that wasn't a full dogeza. "Thank you very much."

Jiraiya chuckled. "Yeah, well, just don't get the Nara mad at me by looting the place."

"Yes, Lord Hokage!"

The tired Sage snorted in amusement. "Okay, are we done?"

"Yes, sir," Hazō said. "And may I say, Clan Leader sir...I hope this isn't presumptuous, but I believe I speak for the others when I say we think of you not just as our Hokage, or as our Clan Leader, but as a member of Team Uplift. We have your back, sir. No matter what."

Jiraiya chuckled. "I suppose that's a good thing, huh? After all, we've already seen that you're willing to go pretty damn far for your team."

Hazō grinned. "Damn straight, sir."

"Heh." Jiraiya eyed them (fondly?) for a moment, then waved his hands at them like a farmwife shooing chickens. "Well? What are you waiting for, a medal? Go on, git."

For a year and a half Team Uplift had been living in each others' pockets, sharing the same jokes about bad food and rough living, grumbling about late-night guard duty, and standing back to back while killing everything that moved. They had killed chakra monsters, slaughtered war tapirs, decimated an enemy ninja village, and captured an insane sealmistress. They had crushed the backwoods of Iron and Tea beneath their heels and made those places their own. Each of them knew the rhythm of the others' breathing when they slept and the specifics of the dreams that wrenched them awake in the middle of the night, wide-eyed and drenched in sweat. They knew the signs of Keiko's depression spirals and that poking her into indignation was the best way to stop them. They knew Noburi's body issues and to avoid compliments on his growing musculature that would be misconstrued as mockery. They knew Hazō's verbal clumsiness and the way his brain often ran faster than his mouth. They knew the wide-eyed terror of loss and loneliness that occasionally burst from behind Kagome's paranoia and that the best way to avert it was to hold his gaze and use words like 'team' and 'home' and 'us'. No matter how much social awkwardness there still was, no matter how much uncomfortable teen drama still existed, they were a finely-tuned military unit with a level of integration that often bordered on the telepathic. It was not even remotely surprising to Hazō when Keiko and Noburi snapped to attention alongside him, and only slightly surprising when Kagome-sensei joined in.

Four heels hit the ground in unison, four fists slapped against chests with one sound, four voices chorused the words: "YES, LORD HOKAGE!" Moving as one, they pivoted on their heels and vanished through the door. Akane and Minami were slow off the mark in following them, both women wide-eyed in surprise.

Of course, the moment of awesome was ruined when they got into the hall and realized that they had no idea where to go from there. Fortunately, the door clicked shut behind their teammates, preventing Jiraiya or Mari-sensei from seeing the pileup in the corridor.

"Sensei, you're back!" Akane said, her face glowing.

Hazō stepped close to her and totally ignored the presence of the others as he cupped his hands around her face. "Akane," he said quietly. "I have missed you so much. I have been an idiot about many, many things, but I care deeply about you. This mission is urgent and we have almost no time to prepare, but as soon as we have a chance to talk privately I would like to sit down and go over a lot of things. Still, rushed or not, I'd really like to hug you right now."

Her face had gone beet red as he talked, the heat of her blush feeling like it would burn his hands. At his last words she lunged forward, wrapping both arms around him. Hazō's eyes went wide in panic. "Please don't crush me oh my gods you're strong."

Her arms sprang open and she jumped back, delighted-face sliding into horrified-face as she checked to make sure he wasn't in need of medical attention.

"It's...okay," Hazō wheezed, bending over and clutching his ribs with one hand, waving the other in a gesture that was somewhere between reassurance and 'I pray to every kami that you please don't hurt me again.' "It's...fine. I'm fine. Give me a second."

"Dude," Noburi said. "You so had that coming."

"Akane," Keiko said, her voice utterly flat, "that was extremely youthful."

Three pairs of eyes locked onto Keiko in shock. Noburi's hand reflexively caught Kagome-sensei's arm to stop the demolitionist's grab for explosives. Minami looked from one of her new teammates to the next, frowning in confusion.

"Keiko..." Hazō said carefully.

"Did...did you just make a joke?" Noburi asked.

"All right you stinker, you can't fool me! What have you done with our Keiko! You give her back right now or so help me—"

Keiko tipped her head and frowned. "As they were showing me around the library complex, one of the Nara engaged me in a conversation about social dynamics. She indicated that in-jokes provided an excellent method for inducing team bonding, and even helped me prepare several witticisms and work on my delivery. Apparently I need more practice."

Everyone relaxed and Kagome-sensei stopped trying to fight free of Noburi's hand.

"Aaaaaand, all is right with the world again," Noburi said.

Keiko's frown deepened. "I am uncertain, but I believe that was sardonic humor for purposes of stress relief. Is that an accurate assessment?"

A wave of amused snorts swept around the group, passing completely around a more and more confused Minami.

"Keiko," Mari-sensei said reprovingly from near the door. (When had she appeared?! Hazō had been looking in that direction!) "Did you just deliver a second-level setup and punchline aimed at causing team bonding by reminding the rest of the team in an amusing way about your social discomfort?"

"...No?"

Hazō stared at her for a long second before laughing so hard he had to squeeze his bruised ribs to keep them from hurting. "That is so Nara," he gasped.

"You people are weird," Minami muttered.

"Come along, children," Mari-sensei said, sweeping past. "No talking in the halls."

"Really weird," Minami muttered more quietly.

o-o-o-o​

"Sensei, a word?" Hazō asked quietly once they had exited the Tower and made it a few blocks away.

Mari-sensei did not slow her quickstep pace. "Hm?"

"Seriously, sensei, hold up," Noburi said.

The redhead came to a halt and ducked into an alley before turning to face them.

"We need to get you guys equipped and out of here," she said. "There's not a lot of time."

"It can wait a minute," Kagome-sensei grumbled. "More important stuff to do."

One delicately-styled eyebrow went up in a wordless yet extremely thorough monograph of dubiousness. "Do tell?"

"Um...well..." Kagome-sensei scuffed the ground with his toe, looking away with his hands in his pockets. "Wanted to say thanks for...stuff. You know, like...um...being...um...y'know, in case we don't, uh...."

"What he means is that we haven't really taken the time to thank you," Hazō said. "And we want to take the chance while we have it."

"You were the one who got us adopted here," Noburi said. "I thought we were going to be let in on sufferance and do D-ranks for the rest of our lives while being watched like hawks. Then, when Jiraiya agreed to the clan thing I thought he would eventually go 'haha, I have fooled you!' and take it all away. I never dreamed it could go like this."

"Indeed," Keiko said. "I am uncertain how you actually feel about the prospect of marriage to Jiraiya. It...might be something that pleases you?" Her tone put that idea in the same category as 'Kagome might perform stand-up comedy'. "Or perhaps it is a burden and a sacrifice that you made for us. I very much hope it is the former."

"You mean a lot to us, sensei," Noburi said quietly. "We literally wouldn't be alive without you."

"Leaving aside the question of being dead without you, we wouldn't be the same people without you," Hazō said. He looked around at his brothers- and sisters-in-arms, giving them collectively a nod of satisfaction. "I like who we are."

"What he said," Kagome-sensei mumbled, looking at the ground. "Still be in the woods. Safe, sure, but...lonely. This is better." He paused, then hurried to add, "And not just because we've got Jiraiya-stinker willing to melt the face off anyone who bugs us, and all the chocolate and sealing paper I could want. Better because...um...because...becauseyou'reallhereandthat'swaybetterthanbeingalone...and, um...yeah."

Mari-sensei smiled and stretched up on tiptoe so she could kiss his cheek. "I like you too, Kagome," she said, patting his arm. "We all do. I'm glad you're with us, and not just because you keep us all safe and blow things up so well. We all like you because you're you." She leaned in and hugged him, her head on his thin chest as she squeezed tight.

Kagome-sensei was practically flailing in panic. "Uh...uh...."

"Group hug!" Akane yelled, sweeping Noburi and Hazō together with their teachers and wrapping her arms around all of them.

"Please don't crush us," Noburi begged. Hazō and Mari-sensei laughed nervously. Kagome-sensei, his arms now pinned at the center of the hug, was making frightened-bird noises which everyone ignored.

Akane laughed and squeezed very gently while offering Keiko a tipped head of invitation.

Keiko looked at Akane, then looked at the panicky Kagome. Then looked at Akane. Very slowly, she spread her arms and stepped forward a tiny little baby step before hesitating. She gathered herself as if preparing to plunge into icy water, then leaned forward and very briefly touched her extended arms around her team before jumping back as though burned.

Akane squeezed tight, eliciting a collective oof!, and then stepped back with a smile.

Hazō held on a moment longer (and absolutely not because he needed the support while he got his lungs working again), then stepped back.

"We love you, Mari-sensei," he said.

"Mr. MEW there beat me to it," Noburi grumped. "I was going to say that first."

Keiko hesitated. "Conditional on the recognition that my feelings are of a purely platonic, student/teacher nature representing affection and respect and not any other form that would be inappropriate or disruptive to team dynamics, then I too love you, sensei."

"Well, don't you know how to flatter a girl, you smooth talker you," Mari-sensei teased. Keiko blushed and looked away.

"Thank you all," the redhead continued, looking around the circle with a suspicious mist in her eyes before turning to Minami. "You take good care of my kids, okay? If you don't I'll hunt you down and make you eat my congee every day for the rest of your life."

Team Uplift recoiled in horror. "Sensei! Couldn't you just torture her to death instead?" Noburi asked. "It would be so much more humane."

Mari-sensei blew a raspberry at him before turning and starting to stride down the street again. "Come on, you lot," she called over her shoulder. "We need to get you—" She paused before she'd even left the alley, then turned back to Hazō.

"I was going to take you to the armory," she said. "However, it occurs to me that perhaps the Great Planner has some suggestions?" She applied the Eyebrow of Amusement no Jutsu smackdown with great fervor.

"Uh...right," Hazō said. He paused, taking a deep breath. "Okay. I can think of a lot of things that would be useful—"

"Don't worry, kids," Minami said brightly. "There's a standard pre-mission checklist that we can u—"

"Don't mention lists," Noburi said fervently.

"Indeed," said Keiko. "Hazō, you were saying?"

"...ah, well, there's a bunch of things, and I think we'll need to split up to get it all done in time."

"Hazō, did you learn nothing from all those games of Dungeon Walk?" Noburi said. "What's the first rule? 'Never split the party'."

"Stupid," Kagome-sensei grumbled. "Minute you split up the stinkers'll splat you. We're almost out of here, no need to take stupid risks."

"Excuse me," Minami said. "I think—"

"What were you thinking we needed, anyway?" Noburi asked.

Hazō glanced back and forth between his teammate and his putative team leader. "Um, well, Keiko needs kunai and shuriken. I know you already have a bunch, but we're going to be out for a long time and we have no idea when we'll be able to resupply."

"We can get those at the armory," Mari-sensei said. "Which is where I was going."

"Right. Well, we also need rations—"

"Got two weeks for all six of us in my scrolls," Kagome-sensei said. "Like I'm going to let the stinkers starve us or serve us poisoned food or put those mind-control drugs in the peppers, or—"

"—and sealing paper and inkstones—"

"Good thought. I've only got ten thousand sheets, we should definitely get more. Can never have too many." Incisive nod.

"...okay, well, water supply—"

"We're headed to River," Noburi pointed out. "Plenty of water around."

"But it might not be—" Minami began.

"And I can sterilize it with medical chakra," Noburi added. "So, not an issue."

"We should—" the young woman tried.

"It would still be wise to bring a supply," Keiko said. "Jiraiya said we would be going 'counterclockwise around the Elemental Nations'. That might include low-water countries such as Wind."

"We can—"

"Right," Noburi said. "From what I saw last time we were at the supply depot they keep the water in large barrels and dole it out into smaller containers for deployments—apparently storage scrolls aren't as common around here for some bizarre reason that has nothing to do with not every team having a pair of sealsmiths running around with them. Anyway, we can requisition some of the barrels. They're probably too heavy to store while full but we can fill them part way and if I lost my barrel I could convert one of those more easily than I could build a new one from scratch."

"Why do you—"

"What does our supply of seals look like?" Keiko asked. "I have thirty-seven PMYF seals, two hundred and nineteen explosive tags—"

"Two hundred and nineteen?!" Minami gasped. "That's crazy!"

"Two hundred and nineteen?!" Kagome-sensei gasped. "That's crazy! Why didn't you tell me you were running low? Stupid girl, running out of explosives! What have I taught you? Huh? Huh?!"

"'All problems can be solved with explosives'," chanted Akane, Noburi, Keiko, Hazō, and Mari-sensei in unison. "'If a problem cannot be solved with explosives, you are not using enough explosives.'"

Minami looked from one face to another. "What in the world do you need that many tags for?"

"You're kinda stupid, aren't you?" Kagome-sensei asked.

"What Kagome meant to say," Mari-sensei hurried to add, "was that we've spent a year and a half out in the cold with no one to depend on but ourselves. There are a lot of nasty things out there and having a nice thick layer of stuff that goes boom between yourself and the nasties can be very reassuring."

"Also, they are useful if you find yourself buried alive in a cave," Keiko said.

"Or being attacked by a few dozen dirt-surfing ninja hicks and their magical pets," Noburi said.

"There are some utility options as well," Hazō added. "For example, chopping firewood with an explosive tag is much easier than doing it with an axe."

Minami blinked, clearly boggled at the idea of using expensive ninja equipment in lieu of a hundred-ryo axe.

"You'll get used to it," Mari-sensei said kindly. "We do things a little differently from most teams, but it's worked pretty well so far."

"How are you fixed for macerators, Keiko?" Hazō asked.

"Six, with various settings," she said. "And one hundred skywalkers."

"Noburi?"

"About five hundred explosives, ten PMYFs, a hundred skywalkers. Only the one macerator, though. I'm just using it for cooking since I can't use them and my Water Whip at the same time without tripping over my own feet."

"What are macerators?" Minami asked. "And how do you use them for cooking?"

"Storage tag that chews things up," Hazō said. "You can set how small they grind the thing and how fast they spit it out. They're great for grinding chakra dragonflies up for their paralytic wing dust, and for dicing vegetables. Also, if you feed in something like glass and set them to spit it out really fast they work reasonably well as an area-effect ranged weapon."

"It would be simpler just to use a jutsu," said Minami. "I know some good ones; I'm happy to teach you if you're lightning aspect. Jutsu are generally better than seals. Seals can be taken away, or get spoiled. And they're expensive."

"See? Dumbbutt. Should definitely leave her here."

"Well, Kagome-sensei and I make all the seals for the team, so cost isn't an issue," Hazō said, manfully ignoring his teacher. "And yes, they can be ruined or lost. On the other hand they don't need chakra, can be used by anyone without regard to elemental affinities, take no time to learn, and they give melee fighters like me and Noburi a ranged option. Macerators in particular are also really flexible because you can put different things in them to achieve different goals. Speaking of which, we'll want to load up on a few different macerator payloads. I'm thinking some kind of stinky stuff for when we need to cover our tracks—"

"I've got a dead chakra skunk that I gathered the first time we were in Iron," Noburi said. "I kept meaning to bring it up and then getting distracted."

"You became distracted about offering resources to your team?" Minami asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, well, there was this little matter of becoming a medic-nin, killing a couple of jōnin—"

"Only the one jōnin," Keiko corrected pedantically. "The other one got buried when the building collapsed."

"—killing one jōnin, dropping a building on another, blowing up or burning down most of a forest, and then being tracked down by an S-rank spymaster and forced to go hunting for...well, let's call it 'big game' and leave it at that."

Minami stared for a moment, then smiled and nodded. "Oh, I see," she said. "You're pulling my leg. Hazing the new girl, huh? That's fine."

Hazō, Noburi, and Keiko looked at her silently, then turned back to their own discussion.

"Anyway, the stuff positively reeks," Noburi said. "Should work fine. Might be a good idea to get some perfume or something like that as well. Gives us better options."

"Lamp oil," Kagome-sensei suggested. "Good for light, but I bet the firelog trick'll work even better if we mix some lamp oil in. Extra-crispy stinkers."

"The Yamanaka have several flower shops which they use for, among other things, perfumes," Keiko suggested. "I doubt they are open at the moment, but I suspect that Ino will have a plentiful supply. It would be rude, but I find it likely that she would be willing to give us some if Hazō woke her up and asked...nicely." Her tone was so dry that every water source within fifty miles instantly evaporated.

Akane raised an eyebrow.

"Right!" Hazō said quickly. "That is totally a thing we should not do. No, we'll find some along the way somewhere. Some irritants would be good though." He turned to Kagome-sensei. "Sensei, do you have any of those insanity peppers that you put in the chili that one time?"

"Wasn't that hot," Kagome-sensei grumbled. "Bunch of pansies, all of you. Anyway, no. You guys were so whiney about it that I threw them away. "

"Pepper bombs are generally discouraged for squad use," Minami said. "Too easy to have friendly fire."

"I have some spicy red peppers in my quarters," Akane offered.

"The pansy kind or the spicy kind?" Kagome-sensei demanded.

"Well, I think they're pretty spicy...."

"Pansy kind. Hmph. Fine, whatever. Better than nothing if we have to do any of that stinking 'non-lethal' stuff." He made the air quotes with his fingers. "Stupid stinking idea. If you're throwing something at someone it should splat 'em."

"Capture missions are very useful," Minami said. "You can interrogate prisoners, or—"

"Yep. Stupid." Kagome-sensei turned to the rest of the team and jerked a thumb at Minami. "Think anyone would notice if we left her behind?"

"Hey!"

"Kagome, be nice," Mari-sensei chided.

Kagome-sensei looked at her with kicked-puppy eyes. "I was being nice. Didn't say a single thing about splatting her, even though that would be way easier than leaving her here. We'd have to tie her up so she didn't follow us. Well, or break her legs. And it's not as if she'd be really useful if we did drag her dumb butt along. Can't afford to have an idiot on watch, after all." He snorted. "I mean, come on. She doesn't even know what explosives are for!" He eyed the Leaf ninja speculatively. "They've got good medic-nin here, right?" he asked hopefully.

Minami shifted her weight into a ready stance, looking nervously back and forth between her new 'teammates'.

"Kagome, no," Mari-sensei said firmly. "Minami is your squad leader and teammate. You will treat her with the same respect you've given me."

Kagome-sensei looked at the redhead, who had her fists on her hips while wearing the Resolve Face. Then he looked at Minami. Then he looked back at the redhead.

"Fine, whatever," he grumbled. "Just don't come crying to me when Ms. Dumbbutt here gets us all killed because she doesn't even know how to do proper reconnaisance."

"I am not a dumbutt! And of course I know how to do reconnaissance!" Minami said. "It's a standard part of the Leaf Academy education!"

"Uh-huh," the sealmaster said dubiously. "How do you do it, then?"

"Well, you make sure you're approaching from downwind, using all available terrain features for concealment, and—"

"Wrong! You throw some explosive tags in and see what comes flying out!" He turned to the rest of the team. "Are you sure we can't leave her here? Maybe exchange her for a better one?"

Noburi's face was suspiciously straight and his voice wobbled very slightly with what very definitely was not suppressed laughter. "Yes, Kagome. As Mari-sensei said, Minami is our squad leader now."

"Ms. Dumbbutt's not my squad leader," Kagome muttered. The complaining continued from there but his voice dropped low enough that only the occasional word or phrase ('stinking', 'get us all killed', 'Dumbbutt', 'but noooo') could be understood.

"I promise, they're a good team," Mari-sensei said, patting Minami's arm. "You'll do fine with them."

"Uh-huh," Minami said, eyeing her theoretical subordinates. She pulled herself erect and put her hands on her hips, her voice shifting into what she probably thought a squad leader sounded like. "Right. Well, the first thing we'll need to do is go to the armory to get you kids kitted out, since all of you seem to be underequipped. We'll get you some field packs and—"

"I've still got a skytower in my scroll, and I'm carrying a half dozen sets of 5SB seals," Hazō said. "You guys?"

"Still got my skytower structure," Noburi said. "Three sets of seals. Keiko?"

"I have my structure," Keiko said. "As well as my full complement of three sets of seals. Kagome?"

"Obviously I still have my skytower and the seals," Kagome-sensei grumbled. "Why wouldn't I? You think I'd throw out perfectly good seals? Even Ms. Dumbbutt here isn't that stupid." He paused and turned to Minami. "You're not, are you?"

"Excuse me," Minami said. "Kagome, I believe you mentioned that you had at least a week of trail food for everyone, but standard doctrine is that every operative must have one week's supply on their person. We'll get that at the depot, along with more kunai and shuriken for Keiko, and some lamp oil for Kagome. Barrels are too heavy, but we can get some canteens. As to scented materials, I don't think that's a good idea. The smell could attract chakra beasts."

"Speaking of chakra beasts," Mari-sensei said, "you can have my tower and seals, since I won't need them here in Leaf." She held out a scroll; Hazō hesitated for a moment then took it with a grateful nod.

"Can't have you guys get stuck sleeping on the ground, right?" their real team leader said with a smile.

"Do you usually sleep in trees?" Minami asked, frowning. "That can actually be very dangerous. There are tree snakes in Fire that—"

"Been there, killed that," Noburi said.

"Oh. Well, they aren't common, but we do have some trees with ants that have acid—"

"Saw that, steered clear."

"Well, there are—"

"And I thought I was oblivious," Kagome-sensei said. "Seriously, are you sure we have to bring her?"

"What are you talking about?" Minami snapped. "I am not oblivious!"

The sealmaster snorted. "Well, then I guess you're just stupid. We keep telling you that we've done that, been there, killed that, and you keep not listening. How many missions have you done outside of Leaf?"

"Lots! Civilian protection, courier missions, a bunch of search and destroys on chakra beasts and bandits, other stuff. A dozen or so A-ranks, twenty-seven B-ranks, and more C-ranks than I can remember."

The team exchanged looks.

Mari-sensei cleared her throat. "If you don't mind me asking...how old are you, Minami?"

"Seventeen, why?"

"You graduated on time? At twelve?"

"Yes...?"

Mari-sensei hesitated, clearly looking for the right words. "How much time have you spent in the field at night? Not in a pre-built outpost, in a shelter that you prepared yourself."

The girl paused, counting on her fingers in an unreassuring way. "Probably...thirty or forty nights," she said. "Like I said, I've done a dozen A-rank missions but they've mostly been out-and-backs, or else we stayed at the waystations on the roads."

"And how many chakra-enabled encounters have you had, where an encounter is defined as a hostile contact with a chakra beast or enemy ninja possessing hostile intent and the plausible capability of causing injury or death?"

"Maybe...fifteen enemy ninja. Lots of chakra beasts, though. At least a hundred, maybe two."

"Okay," Mari-sensei said. "Well, my kids are three years younger than you. I'd need to check my journals to get the exact numbers, but they've spent on the order of four hundred nights sleeping in the field and a hundred in populated locations that count as hostile territory. They've had hostile encounters, almost always including actual combat, with at least three dozen genin, ten or fifteen chūnin, and half a dozen jōnin. Most of those ninja are dead now. And the team has collectively killed something on the order of two thousand chakra beasts."

Minami gaped in shock.

"Told you," Kagome grunted. "Been there, killed that."

"Maybe this would be a good time to exchange capabilities information?" Mari-sensei said kindly. "Rough-field training is one thing, but with the educational opportunities here in Leaf I'm sure you have a great deal to offer."

"Yes, absolutely. Well, first, I have a bloodline," she said proudly. "I can manifest an invisible chakra prism that I can see through from long distances."

"My bloodline lets me drain people's chakra through any water we're both touching," Noburi said. "I can tell where they are, roughly how much chakra they have, and if I can actually touch them I can identify one of their elemental natures. When I drain chakra I put it into the water in my barrel and anyone who drinks from the barrel gets the chakra. It means we can run ten hours a day for most of a week without stopping. Oh, and Hazō's bloodline gives him a phenomenal kinesthetic sense that makes him a monster at taijutsu. Keiko's makes her a genius on the level of the Nara."

"I, uh, have several lightning jutsu? I can make lightning tendrils."

"Water tendrils, plus a half-dome shield."

"I have a lightning boost ability that lets me counterattack with great power!"

"Akane's jutsu lets her tank hits from a taijutsu-specialist jōnin."

"Please do not drag me into your kunai-measuring contest, Noburi."

"I have a static discharge jutsu that lets me shock everyone in range."

"Between me, Keiko, Hazō, and Kagome we're carrying about three thousand explosive tags."

Kagome snorted. "Three?"

"I can absorb power from any jutsu used near my prism and then use it to boost my jutsu."

"Keiko is the Pangolin Summoner."

"..."

"Like I said: been there, killed that."

"On other topics that are less related to the measuring of genitalia," Hazō said. "Keiko, is Pandour still with the Toads and can we still use him for message relays?"

She nodded. "Yes. He was scheduled to remain there for the rest of the month but I could ask him to extend his stay if necessary."

"Great, that'll let us get news back to Jiraiya quickly. What check-in schedule did you arrange?"

"I haven't been using it while we've been here, but now that we're going out to the field I will summon him at sundown each day in order to verify that both of us are still alive, and to pass on whatever information we have."

"How are you the Pangolin Summoner?!"

Keiko dead eyes bored into Minami's as she said, "I gazed into the maddened soul of the Out and did not flinch when it gazed back into mine."

"..."

"So, Team Leader," Hazō said, desperately trying to interject before relations with their Jiraiya-assigned leader were irreparably destroyed, or the girl developed an inferiority complex. "Just so you're aware, we will have near real-time communications with Leaf. Keiko summons Pandour, gives...him?"

"You were uncertain of Pandour's gender?" Keiko asked. "Are you saying that all pangolin look alike to you?"

"Be nice, Keiko," scolded the world's best apprentice and girlfriend and oh boy were there some things to sort out in that phrasing. "Don't tease him, he's dealing with a lot right now."

"Hmph," Keiko said. "I have been attempting to work on aspects of my social interactions that I have not felt comfortable with in the past, but perhaps you are correct that now is not the time." She turned to Minami. "As Hazō says, we will have near real-time communication with Leaf. I summon Pandour and give him the message, then he returns to the Summon Realm. He is currently stationed at the Pangolin embassy in Toad Clan territory. He gives the message to one of the Toads who is contracted to Jiraiya. Jiraiya will summon that toad periodically in order to get the latest messages. Typically that would happen once every twenty-four hours." She smiled faintly. "The Pangolins were very confused about why we chose such a strange schedule, and Pandour is a bit irritated at the way I keep interrupting his sleep as his day/night cycle drifts in and out of alignment with ours."

"Right," Minami said, in a I-am-now-beyond-surprise voice. "Of course."

"In any case," Hazō said, "Minami, I wanted to ask you about rules of engagement. When do we disengage from combat, what level of risk is acceptable, what code words do you use for various protocols, that sort of thing?"

"This is a series of courier missions," Minami said. "That means that getting the message through is what matters. Well, and keeping you three alive since apparently you're all Jiraiya's kids."

Were there such a thing as the Kill You With My Brain no Jutsu, Minami would have exploded.

"We are not to be coddled," Keiko hissed.

Minami shrugged. "Hey, it's okay. Everyone knows that the kids from the big clans get the good missions. Don't worry, I don't hold it against you."

"Minami, this might not be the tack you want to take," said Mari-sensei warningly. "These kids are proven ninja and they weren't Jiraiya's clan until about half an hour ago. He's sending them on this mission to get them out of his hair, not as a reward."

"Oh," said the Leaf nin. "Well, anyway, we were told that the messages must be delivered with maximum speed. Where possible we will avoid combat. When we cannot avoid it we will disengage and evade as quickly as possible concordant with not losing time. Wakahisa, if your bloodline will in fact enable us to run ten hours a day then we shall make the most of that ability. At the supply depot we'll get you all copies of the basic protocol manuals so that you can learn standard Leaf attack orders and such."

"May I offer a suggestion?" Mari-sensei said diffidently.

"Of course!"

"Our team has evolved a unique series of combat-related code phrases. Instead of having Hazō, Noburi, Keiko, and Kagome all learn the Leaf protocols while in the field, it might work better for you to learn ours for now and the kids study the Leaf ones for the next mission. Akane is already familiar with both ours and Leaf's so it won't be an issue for her either way."

Minami hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a smile that looked only slightly painted on. "Thank you, that's an excellent idea. I will do that." She took a deep breath as though centering herself; her smile got slightly wider and a touch more brittle. "Now, I think it might make sense for us to get moving? We still need to get to the armoury and get you all equipped."

"I have my essential supplies in my go bag," Keiko said, tapping the wooden scrollcase at her belt. "The remainder of my equipment is in my field pack back in our quarters. Another hundred kunai would be useful, but someone else could pick those up for me. It is more important that I go to the Nara library. Lord Hokage gave me a pass to visit it. There will be maps, climatological and economic data, and threat analyses for all of the nations that we will be passing through."

"Also, seals," Hazō said hungrily.

"We don't have time for you to be recording seals," Minami said...then hesitated. "Unless you have some trick for doing so quickly?"

"Yup."

Minami sighed. "Of course you do. Fine. You and Mori go to the Nara library. Wakahisa, Kagome, you're with me. We're going to the supply depot."

o-o-o-o​

"Look, I don't need to take any of the books," Hazō whined. "I just want to read them."

The Nara clan librarian was grouchy about being woken up from a sound sleep in the middle of the night by a pair of young brats no older than his grandchildren. Keiko's authorization from the Hokage (the handwriting was Jiraiya's but the seal checked out so the Hokage must have authorized it) was enough to get the two in the door and let Keiko ravage review the cartography section. It was not, however, enough to let Hazō into the sealing library.

"Do you have a specific authorization from the Hokage or Lord Nara?"

"No?"

"Then you don't get in."

"But—!"

"I will note," Keiko said, returning from her rampage rummaging, "that there is an excellent chance I will be marrying Nara Shikamaru in the near future. Hazō is my teammate and I would appreciate it if you could make available at least one book of beginner seals, simply so he can get an idea of what sort of things the Nara library has available. It will be useful for when he wants to trade with our clan to buy seals."

The librarian eyed her for a moment before going wide-eyed. "I thought you looked familiar," he said. "You're the one all the time has been changing hands over."

She shrugged. "I suppose. Now, about that book?"

The librarian thought about that. "Well, if all you want is to know what seals we have I could just give you a verbal list."

"No! That—"

"—won't do," Keiko said. "Our team was fooled by that trick once before, where multiple names were given to the same seal and we received the value of three seals for the price of six. Hazō will need to see that the seals attached to the names are distinct."

The librarian thought some more, then shrugged. "Fine. You can skim through one of the beginner books just so you can see that we have a lot of seals to offer. I'm covering up everything except the seal and the name, though."

"That's fine," Hazō said, desperately trying to suppress the sharklike grin that was fighting to split his face.

o-o-o-o​

The night was still pitch black as the newly-reunited Team Uplift, minus their leader and plus Minami, loped out the gates of Konoha into the dangerous, pitch-black night of the Land of Fire. There were lethal monsters, enemy ninja, and hundreds—possibly thousands—of miles ahead of them.

Hazō couldn't wait.



XP AWARD: 1

This update covered 1 hour and 57 minutes. Keiko snarfled several sets of maps, climate data, and general information related to the countries you will be visiting. (She took the list of delivery sites in with her.) Hazō managed to look at eight different seals although he has no idea what any of them do. We'll get back to you once we have the list.

Vote time! What to do now?

Voting ends on Wednesday, May 10, 2017, at 12pm London time.
 
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Chapter 126: Dawn of the Serpent
Nikkō had had a lot to think about during their eight hours' running. Of course, for a brief, incredible time, she'd thought of nothing at all, just revelled in being able to fly. For that alone, for being able to see the forest scrolling underneath as if the earth had given up its claim on her, a lot could be forgiven.

It would need to be. That briefing was her last couple of months with Shika distilled. They interrupted or dismissed her suggestions without listening because they knew better. They showed off their superiority with no interest in explaining or slowing down so she could catch up. They casually insulted her intelligence and treated her as an obstacle to be worked around. They probably hadn't been trying to bully her, but the end result was indistinguishable.

And the worst part was that she would have to forgive it. Stewing over it would get her no closer to breaking into that self-contained dynamic of theirs, and demanding apologies never earned anybody any respect. Any kind of focus on her own feelings would be not only pointless but counterproductive.

Instead, she would need a strategy. The fact was, she'd allowed herself to be pushed off balance, and kept that way, throughout the meeting. She hadn't taken their description from Jira—the Hokage (which, incidentally, what the hell?) as the warning it was meant to be, and started out treating them as the newbies she'd expected, instead of experienced veterans with a unique and crazy but apparently effective way of doing things. By the time she'd realised her mistake, it had been too late, and then she'd only made things worse by trying to be helpful instead of switching tack completely. As always, so many options visible only in hindsight.

This was no good. The team didn't need her (each was individually more experienced than her, and their group bond seemed practically telepathic) and they certainly didn't want her, but if she let herself resent them, she'd have failed as a leader on the very first day. That wasn't something she could allow to happen. Not after Jira—the Hokage had finally put her in a leadership role, and personally entrusted her with something important.

As the team settled down on top of their skytower (an overnight camp in the sky! With built-in protection against chakra hawks!), Nikkō made her decision.

"Kurosawa," she called out. She didn't know the rest yet, but Kurosawa at least was a sweet kid, and that was what helped convince her that the team's behaviour had been thoughtless rather than malicious (not counting Kagome, the classic nerdy victim turned bully).

"Yes, Minami?"

Not "Captain Minami". Not yet. But she would earn that much respect from them. Minami Nikkō did not give up after a single failure.

"Come over here," she beckoned to Kurosawa.

She looked him in the eye. "I need a crash course in the team's abilities, history and dynamics. I realise there's a lot to learn, and that you'll have to skip a bunch of classified stuff, but if I'm going to lead this team, I need to know as much about all of you as possible. Even if it takes all night."

Kurosawa glanced back at one of the girls forlornly. Not good at hiding his feelings, this one.

"I know you probably had other plans for the evening, and I'm sorry for disrupting them, but this is for the mission," Nikkō said firmly. "Besides, you do still owe me for that afternoon I spent teaching you Nara hand signs."

Kurosawa nodded, and turned to face her fully. "Before that, may I introduce you to a special technique we use for communication?"

"Sure," Nikkō quickly said. This was exactly the kind of thing she was looking for.

"It's called the Clear Communication Technique. The idea is that you describe what you're thinking and feeling as clearly and neutrally as possible, so that the other person can understand where you're coming from. We all use it to manage conflict situations in particular.

"Here's an example. I regret the way I treated you during the briefing, and would like to apologise for it. I was uncomfortable with a new leader being appointed in place of Mari-sensei, who has led our team since its formation, and with whom we all have strong personal bonds, and I essentially decided to carry on as if it hadn't happened and your presence didn't matter. However, regardless of the circumstances, you are our team leader, and you deserve a certain amount of respect from us."

Which was a load of crap. Nobody deserved respect for being a team leader. Respect was something you earned with your actions and the way you presented yourself. Even Kurosawa knew it, or he wouldn't have qualified that statement so heavily.

Still, despite being pretty feeble as apologies went, it was one apology more than she'd expected to get, and there were times when wanting to make amends was more important than how you did it.

"It's fine," Nikkō lied.

"Jira—the Hokage and your old leader both trusted me with this job, and there's no way I'm going to disappoint them. So let's do this, Kurosawa. Help me to get to know our team."

-o-
It was nearly dawn. Despite a few meaningful looks from Akane, Hazō had been unable to extricate himself from Minami's questioning. She'd been a voracious listener, soaking in everything he'd had to tell her about the group's tactics and abilities (and giving him an OPSEC headache in the process), but actually showing more interest in the team's history and relationships, which took him by surprise. Her questions had been incisive and often difficult to answer—for example, how was he supposed to explain Keiko's circumstances without touching on clan secrets or the very personal elements of her relationship with Mari-sensei (which Hazō himself still didn't fully understand)? To her credit, Minami did make an effort not to probe too far into private matters, though the effort was complicated by Hazō's own uncertainty as to where the boundaries lay.

When Minami finally let him go, it was with a promise that they'd make camp earlier tomorrow, to let him get extra sleep if he needed it. Hazō had refrained from mentioning that going forty-eight hours without sleep was part of Mist's standard Academy endurance training.

She'd also pointed out, with a smile that was much more like the Minami he remembered, that dawn was a very romantic time of day—though for once his brain had somehow come up with the same insight on its own.

"Akane," he said softly over his girlfriend's ear, positioned carefully to avoid reflexive retaliation from a ninja unexpectedly woken up.

"Hazō," she yawned. "Is it time to move out already?"

"Not exactly. Come to the edge of the tower. There's something you should see."

She turned to follow him, and gasped.

It had been the same when Hazō first saw it. Dawn covered the entire horizon. Its radiance transformed the totality of the landscape before them into something strange and enchanted, as if they'd accidentally stepped into a parallel dimension where colour itself obeyed different laws. Part of Hazō's mind wondered what scale of explosive he would need to reproduce this degree of illumination.

"This is the most youthful thing I've seen in my entire life," Akane whispered.

Hazō couldn't help grinning. "Welcome back, Akane."

They turned back to watch the rising sun and, as naturally as a cloud being guided by the wind, Akane's hand found its way into his.
-o-
After a while, Hazō had to shake himself free from the trance. They might not get very much privacy over the next few days—skytower camps had many virtues, but size wasn't one of them—and there were things to talk about before the rest of the team woke up.

"Akane, I wanted to apologise. It's my fault we were all kicked out of Leaf, and I'm really sorry I left you behind the way I did."

Akane smiled. "You already apologized before you left, remember? I forgave you then. I'm not going to change my mind."

"So you did," Hazō said. "But it bears saying again. Also, there's one other thing."

"What's that?"

"I've actually been in Leaf for a little while now, and…"

Akane tensed. Hazō had no idea why.

"When I came to see you, your father was there instead. He told me I couldn't see you because I was a missing-nin."

Akane relaxed.

"I told him I could fix that, and he didn't believe me, but I got him to agree that if I did, you and I could be together."

"That sounds like him," Akane laughed. "He's very protective, but secretly he believes in miracles as well.

"And it seems like you've brought us our miracle."

Hazō beamed. "That's right. You wouldn't believe how long we spent debating before we came up with the plan, but in the end we gave Leaf the skywalkers, and Jiraiya is marrying Mari-sensei and adopting the rest of us as clan kids."

"Even Kagome?" Akane suddenly asked.

Hazō hesitated. That was actually a very good question. He didn't know how old Jiraiya was, or what the age limits on clan adoption were, but in Jiraiya's place he would probably balk at adopting a thirtysomething (fortysomething?) missing-nin as his child. And that was before factoring in the fact that Kagome-sensei was Kagome-sensei.

On the other hand, adopting Kagome-sensei as a brother didn't seem like much of an improvement.

"I don't know," Hazō admitted. "Maybe a cousin one-hundred-and-eight-times removed?"

Akane nodded. "And how's Noburi taking the fact that Keiko is now his sister?"

Hazō blinked. "I… I don't know."

Akane didn't look surprised. "You two should really talk more. You'll regret not taking those opportunities when life suddenly takes your friends away from you."

Hazō felt a flash of guilt. "Akane, I never wanted to leave you behind. I always meant to come back to Leaf when I could."

"It's OK," Akane shook her head, "I knew you would. And things weren't too bad here. Ino visited me in hospital. At first, I think she was feeling sorry for me, but we actually get on quite well now. She's very youthful in her own way."

Hazō didn't know what to make of that. Akane and Yamanaka getting closer seemed like it should have implications, but he didn't know what implications, or whether it having implications was a good thing or a bad thing.

He screwed up his courage.

"Did you and Yamanaka…"

"Not now, Hazō-sensei," Akane said. "I know all that is important and needs talking about, but right now," she gestured towards the rising sun, "let's catch up, just the two of us."

Hazō paused to digest this, but failed to come to any conclusions. He decided to change the subject.

"That reminds me. There are a few things that I don't think your father was completely wrong about. Akane, we're supposed to be equals, and I feel like having a master-apprentice relationship risks getting in the way of that, especially now we're dating. Those are power dynamics that can go badly wrong, even without us noticing. Look at all the stories of people dating their superiors and ending up exploited or abused. I'm not saying I'd ever deliberately do anything like that, but I bet many of those people didn't intend for things to get messed up either.

"Besides, we've got a lot to teach each other, and always will. And my judgement can get pretty questionable at times. Not at all what you want in a master, and definitely something I need you to call me out on when you notice."

Akane was silent for a long time.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking," she said. "About the Spirit of Youth, and what it really means to me. Once I was out of hospital, I spent months training with Gai-sensei and Lee and it helped me realise something.

"There are as many ways to be youthful as there are people. Your youthfulness isn't the same as Gai-sensei's or Lee's, and maybe it's not the same as mine. I do still think I can learn a lot from you, because when you tap into the Spirit of Youth you're the most youthful person I know, but I think if I rely too much on you—or Gai-sensei or Lee—then I won't find my own way of being youthful. And that's something I have to do if I'm going to become more than the person I used to be."

Hazō didn't entirely understand, but he nodded anyway.

Akane looked slightly wistful. "I'm going to miss calling you 'Hazō-sensei', though. Being master and apprentice felt like something special, you know? Something just for the two of us."

Hazō looked down at their held hands, feeling the unfamiliar warmth in his palm. This would be most definitely a good moment for that barely-existent romantic part of his brain to unleash its powers and find an elegant way of putting what he was feeling into words.

It was probably the power of the high-altitude dawn, but for once his prayers were answered.

"I don't think our new relationship is any less unique," he said, "or any less special."

"You've earned another romance point," Akane said mischievously. "Have you been practicing on someone while you were away?"

"What?" Hazō choked out. "No, I haven't been practicing on anyone, well, unless you count training with Mari-sensei, I, uh, mean, you definitely shouldn't count that because it wasn't romantic in any way, and it now occurs to me that she and I changed to first-name basis while we were away, but that in no way means—"

Akane held up a finger.

"Sorry," Hazō said. "I thought I was over that."

"That's OK. Now, I think the others are starting to wake up, so why don't we talk about something less personal? Tell me about the adventures you've had since you left Leaf."

"Well," Hazō began, "so you know how it's possible for a sealing failure to tear open a rift in time and space into a dimension full of terrifying monsters?"

Akane smiled fondly for some reason. "You never disappoint… Hazō. Tell me more."
-o-
Hazō couldn't sense Minami's prism, but he'd watched her make the seals as she casually leaned down to adjust her sandal before moving on. Around the corner, Noburi was being a cooper's apprentice endlessly berated by a drunken master. Minami's Keiko-optimised plan allowed Noburi to stand by with his barrel within arm's reach, while Akane used her passing acquaintance with Drunken Fist Style to sway in an unsteady but intimidating manner that encouraged people to leave the area in a hurry.

Kagome, naturally, was in charge of preparing the three escape routes, two of which would be heavily mined. The third would be even more heavily mined, but with sensors close to the ground so you could use a skywalker to walk over them without tipping your hand to any pursuers. Escaping into the sky would be a last resort, at least until they'd covered enough distance from the village.

Hazō met Keiko's eyes, gave a very subtle nod, and went in.

The jeweller's shop was finely decorated, with a sprawling carpet on the floor, an elaborately-carved dark wood desk with an enormous serpent swaying behind it, and various fine metal items, predominantly silver, lining shelves and hanging from wall hooks.

Wait.

The serpent, somewhat taller than Hazō, and coloured in very telling red and yellow, hissed provocatively, displaying razor-sharp fangs. Hazō's hand went to his kunai pouch.

"Bitey!" A low-pitched voice snapped from the depths of the shop. "Don't be greedy. It hasn't been two weeks since you ate those burglars."

The serpent shrank back a little.

The owner of the voice, a stooped old man with a finely-combed long grey beard and proportional lack of hair, ponderously made his way to the front desk, leaning on a cane.

"Would you believe I thought I was buying a bird egg?" he asked Keiko wryly.

Keiko shook her head mutely.

"Well, I don't regret it for one second! Bitey here is like family to me, and as long as the local gangs don't learn from their mistakes, I don't even have to worry about feeding him!"

Bitey eyed Hazō meaningfully, as if to say, "Give me an excuse, morsel".

Hazō decided that not having a staring context with an oversized chakra predator was the better part of valour.

"That's an impressive piece," he observed instead, pointing at a particularly hideous ivory statuette (which unambiguously depicted a fertility god, and from which Keiko was averting her eyes). "My master has one just like it."

"I carved it myself," the jeweller said with a calculating look. "What do you think of its distinctive feature?"

"That is what I was referring to," Hazō gave Jiraiya's countersign, willing himself to keep a straight face.

The jeweller nodded and beckoned them to the back, leaving Bitey in charge of the store.

"What can I do for you possibly young folk?" he asked.

"We have a message straight from the top," Hazō said, handing over the letter.

The old man studied the seal for a few seconds, then opened the letter with a letter-opener that looked like it had seen service as a cavalry weapon. Assuming Yumehara was right about cavalry existing in the ancient past.

"Hmm… hmm… I see… how can a man in his position have such awful writing…"

The old man looked up. "Well? Why are you still here? I have work to do. Lots of work, thanks to that slave-driver."

"Actually, sir," Hazō said, "we were wondering if you needed any assistance before we moved on. We can't stay long, but if you have any messages of your own to send, or problems that could be solved with the application of short-term muscle…"

The old man brightened up. "Well, why didn't you say so before? I've never known my colleagues to include such fine possibly young folk as yourselves. It so happens that there is one thing…"

"We are unable to commit to any course of action in advance," Keiko said, "but we will review your request and provide you with a swift response."

"Good, good," the old man chuckled. "Finally… See, I've been having a lot of trouble with a pest called Shirakawa. He wants to rise up in this here local criminal hierarchy, and he thinks the best way to do that is to rob this poor innocent elder's shop. Only he's too smart to get his own hands dirty, so he recruits poor sods that are down on their luck and gets them to break in instead.

"Now, normally I wouldn't mind, since I have Bitey here, but word is Shirakawa's saving up to hire a ninja. Figures this place has more than enough in it to cover the expense, and he's not wrong. I can't be having with ninja in my shop. Troublemakers, the lot of them. But since you possibly upstanding young people seem to be an exception, maybe you'll do an old man a good turn and deal with Shirakawa for me? I'd like him brought here alive if you can swing it, or freshly dead if you can't."

"I trust you will be able to provide adequate remuneration in exchange for services rendered outside the ordinary course of duty?"

The jeweller sighed. "You're a sharp one. Well, if you put it that way… I do happen to have some snake venom that's of no use to me, but just right to trade with possibly murderous types like you. No prizes for guessing where I get it from. Good deal for you. Had a scholar tell me it's probably full of chakra, though what that means I neither know nor care."

"What information can you provide about this Shirakawa?"

"Tall bloke, black hair down to here, got a scar under his nose almost like a moustache. Talks big but has no balls—that's figuratively, as far as I know, so don't use it to identify him. His gang hangs out in the riverside warehouses."

Hazō memorised the description. "We'll be back tomorrow. If we don't return, please assume we've been forced to deny your request due to the urgency of our mission."

"They all leave," the old man said, "and never come back. Women especially. But that's all right, as long as I have Bitey.

"While you're here, fancy buying your lady friend a sign of affection? Or maybe buy that awful statuette so the big man has to come up with a different code? I can offer you a fellow professional discount. Double if it's the statuette."
-o-
You have earned 4 XP.
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You may assume that your desired preparations have been accomplished. However, there was no time for campfire stories. Also, "Explain to Minami how the team's decision-making process works, both in non-emergent and emergent situations" was not carried out because I have no idea what it means.

On Minami and Sōdai's Prism:​
  • Minami can share awareness with the prism within 12 metres, or substitute its vision for her own within 120.​
  • It is blocked by LoS.​
  • The prism is never visible, but anything that detects chakra will spot it. Powerful ninjutsu can disrupt it.​
  • It's inexpensive to deploy, but has a maintenance cost.​
  • It can be used while fighting, and bestows an advantage if nearby, but you probably don't want to give up your vision by using it at long range while in combat.​
  • It has certain other combat benefits, but Minami has been cagey about them as per bloodline secrets.​
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What do you do?

Voting ends on Saturday 13th​ of May, 9 am New York Time.​
 
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Chapter 127: Applying a Pin

"Sir," Hazō said slowly, "when you say that you want us to bring Mr. Shirakawa to you 'alive or freshly dead', it sounds a lot like you intend to feed him to your giant chakra snake-monster."

The old man studied him, head cocked to the side in puzzlement.

Not bothering.


"Yep," the old man said.

"Oh."

"What's the problem? You're ninja, you kill people all the time."

Hazō looked at Keiko; she raised a very expressive eyebrow. Don't look at me, the eyebrow said. I don't do plan creation and, although I'm onboard with your 'uplift all the civilians' idea, I'm not so invested that I won't make an exception here and there. Such as, just by way of example, killing a random gangster-wannabe who intends to hurt people to increase his own money and power. Especially when killing said wannabe will help a member of Jiraiya's network whom we have every motivation to help because helping his agents improves the chances of making Jiraiya look good, which will make us look good, which will improve our chances of acceptance by the Leaf elders, which will in turn improve the chances of the aforementioned 'uplift all the civilians' plan coming to fruition. Also, the entire point of this mission is, firstly, to find our new clan leader's godson, the jinchūriki of the Nine-Tails without whom our new home village is at serious risk of extinction and, second, to reinforce the position of our new clan-leader-cum-Hokage (or at least not damage it), so helping his agents would be a positive action.

It was a very expressive eyebrow.

Hazō sighed at the eyebrow and then turned back to the shopkeeper. "I don't suppose I could convince you to go with intimidation instead of killing, could I? I mean, if you two could make an agreement it could be good for both of you. He'd be useful to you as a source of information and to keep other gangs away. You'd be useful to him since, being a wealthy merchant, you'd be a great contact through which to dispose of property he might have acquired extralegally."

The old man raised an eyebrow; it was far less expressive than Keiko's in that all it conveyed was amusement. "So, you prefer not to kill people but you're fine with gangsters climbing up the hierarchy where they will be running drugs, prostitution, and protection rackets? Oh, and let's not forget having people killed—shopkeepers who fail to pay the protection money, other criminals who try to muscle in on their turf, and any sheriff who tries to stop them?"

"Um."

Thankfully, Keiko stepped in. "As we mentioned previously, we will need to talk to our squad leader before we can decide to accept or reject your request," she said. "Given that our mission is urgent my expectation would be that if she chooses to accept the mission then we would accomplish it nearly immediately. Midnight at the very latest, so if you don't hear from us by then it means that we had to move on."

The old man snorted and shrugged fatalistically. "Fair enough. I suppose if you're not willing to do it I'll just have to hire a ninja of my own before he hires his. Really rather not; it's expensive."

"Right," Hazō said. "Well, we'll keep that in mind. In the meantime, do you mind if I browse around a bit?"

"Help yourself, I'm not going anywhere."

Ten minutes later, Hazō was starting to despair. The shop was full of gaudiness, frippery, and large and/or heavy things. None of it was appropriate for an active field ninja, much less for Akane.

Just as he was about to give up entirely, a small gleam of silver and red caught his eye in one of the display cases off to the side. It was a single blood-red stone, a little smaller than his pinky nail, carved in the shape of a flame and set in silver. Two additional stones, pale green and carved in the shape of leaves, were held alongside, suggesting the leaves of a flower.

"Good eye," the shopkeeper said, nodding approvingly. "One carat Earth-country ruby, silver setting, point-seven-five carat peridot complements. Lovely piece. Arrived yesterday; had several offers on it already, actually. Are you interested?"

"Yes," Hazō said. "How much?"

"Sixty-five thousand ryo," the shopkeeper said blandly.

Hazō choked. "Sixty-five thousand?!"

"If you do the job I'll knock off ten thousand. Professional discount, like I said."

"I'll...need to get back to you."

o-o-o-o​

"Welcome back," Nikkō said, as Kurosawa and Mori came through the trees to rejoin the rest of the team. "Any problems?"

"No," said Kurosawa. "Although he did ask for a side mission. There's a guy named Shirakawa trying to muscle his way up the local crime hierarchy. The contact would like us to capture him and bring him in 'alive or freshly dead'. I think he wants to feed Shirakawa to his pet chakra snake, Bitey." He paused, shaking his head in amazement at having to utter that sentence. "Anyway, he's willing to trade us some of Bitey's venom plus a store discount if we do it."

"What does the venom do?"

Kurosawa shrugged helplessly. "No idea. All he could tell us was that a sage had told him the venom was probably full of chakra."

Nikkō looked to her left. "Wakahisa, you're the medic. What can you tell me? Anything useful we could do with chakra snake venom?"

Wakahisa shrugged. "No idea, honestly. I've mostly focused on human medicine, primarily trauma, and I don't know much about poison. Still, it sounds pretty great and I'd like to get it if we could. I know the theory on how to produce antivenoms, although I've never actually done it. Alternatively, we could put it in a misterator and use it for a poison fog attack. Could be useful."

"Hm." Nikkō paused to think. This could be good; capturing a civilian would be a nice cakewalk exercise that would maybe help the rest of them see her as more than dead weight. It was a distraction from the main mission and the Hokage had strongly underlined the need for speed, but if it was just capturing a civilian then that wouldn't take more than an hour. "Kurosawa, what did you find out about the target?"

Quickly, the genin filled her in on the sketchy details that they had received.

"All right, we're doing this," Nikkō said, nodding. "We'll—get the plan together and then go." Careful, Nikkō, you almost screwed that up. The point was to show that she respected the kids by inviting their comments while still maintaining a leadership position. The task was so straightforward that she'd nearly just started issuing orders before managing to redirect the sentence. "I want this done and us on the road before sundown. Mori, any comments or objections?"

Mori seemed surprised to be asked; had she really expected Minami to not consult someone that the Hokage had announced was on the level of a Nara? Wow. They really did have a low opinion of her.

"No objections at this time," the girl said. "Thank you for asking."

"Right," Nikkō said, carefully suppressing a sigh. "I don't want anything complicated. In, grab the guy, out. Better if we're not seen taking him but I don't care too much as long as we aren't seen dropping him off at the shop. Suggestions?"

"Well," Wakahisa said, "the contact—actually, what's his name?"

Kurosawa and Mori looked at each other. "We never asked," Kurosawa admitted.

"Okay, well, I hereby dub him Shopkeeper Riku," Nikkō said, just to put the topic to bed. "So, planning time. Basic idea: we go to the docks, find out which warehouse these idiots are hanging out in, clear it, and bring this nitwit back to Riku. Comments and suggestions?"

"I did have a suggestion," Kurosawa said diffidently. Wakahisa snorted a snort of complete unsurprise.

o-o-o-o​

Noburi, Stealth:
11d100: 431

Mook #1, Awareness, Result: Class A failure
Mook #2, Awareness, Result: Class A failure
Mook #3, Awareness, Result: Class A success!

Shirikawa, Awareness, ?d100: Class B failure
Noburi, TacMov (drain Mook #3 before he escapes), Result: Class B success!

Shirikawa Takao was an important man. Not as important as he intended to be, but getting there. He had gotten his first dragon tattoo (granted, it was a small one and blue, not red) and still had all his fingers after two years, so he was on the right track to climbing the ladder. He just needed to show the bosses that he could take and hold territory. Hence the meeting tonight in which his top three enforcers were getting their marching orders despite all the whining they'd been doing.

"Look, Suzuki," Shirikawa said. "We need that shop or we look like chumps for having a hole in the middle of the block. Everyone pays. That's the rule."

Suzuki shifted nervously. "They really don't want to pay, boss. Hirota may be gettin' on, but he's plenty tough."

Yamasaki snorted, enjoying his fellow's discomfiture. "Yeah, and after he punched you in the face his wife hit you with that rolling pin."

"Yamasaki!"

Ueda was about to join in the fun of picking on his bruised-up coworker, when suddenly his head snapped up and he pointed into the rafters. "Look out! There's a—"

A wooden disk tumbled from the ceiling, landing directly at Shirikawa's feet. It bounced once before the gangster could even start to move. Then a fogbank exploded everywhere and the world went dark.

o-o-o-o​

"Here you go," Minami said, dumping Shirakawa's unconscious and thoroughly-bound body on the counter. "We'll take the venom."

"Of course, of course!" chortled the still-unknown shopkeeper, rubbing his hands in glee. "Oh, well done! Well done. Bitey will be so happy."

"Whatever. Just pay us."

Hazō was surprised and a little alarmed at the shifting faces of his squad leader. When they had first met her, Minami had been a bright and cheerful chatterbox, bubbly and talkative enough to drive Keiko to the edge. Last night she had been an inquisitor, digging out the truth with unrelenting persistence yet avoiding classified or sensitive areas with the precision of a surgeon. There had been a...rage was definitely the wrong word. Understanding? Resentment? Maybe some of each? Whatever, there had been something behind it, something intense. What he was seeing now was that intensity frozen into ice. The hard, uncaring assassin that civilians all seemed to think of when they thought of ninja. Very much at odds with the happy-go-lucky and cheerful Minami they had met at first.

Who was this woman?

While he had been ruminating the shopkeeper had dropped a small vial in his squad leader's hand. "We're done here," Minami said, turning for the door.

Hazō cast one longing look at the ruby pin—far out of his price range, he wasn't even sure what he'd been thinking—and scrambled to follow his squad leader.

Target Number, notice Hazō's glance:
500

Kagome, Awareness, Result: 145 - Class C, Total Domination!


"What's that?" Kagome-sensei demanded, grabbing Hazō's arm. "What are you looking at? Is it a trap? Do I need—"

"No, sensei, it's not a trap," Hazō hurried to say. He checked to make sure that Akane was already outside and lowered his voice anyway. "It's just a pin that I wanted to get for Akane's birthday. Forget it. Come on, we need to go."

"Hang on," Kagome-sensei said suspiciously. "Why are you saying forget it? You like Akane, right?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then why aren't you getting her a birthday present?"

"I can't afford it, that's all."

Kagome grabbed him by the collar and dragged him over to the display case. He bent over, wiry fingers clenched in Hazō shirt and beaky nose an inch from the pin in question.

"Hmph," said Kagome-sensei, straightening. "You! Sneaky counter guy! How much?" He jabbed a finger at the pin.

The storekeeper bustled over, a professional smile on his face. "Wonderful eye, sir. Earth-country ruby with—"

"Don't care. How much?"

The shopkeeper's smile got a bit frostier. "Fifty-five thousand ryo, sir."

Kagome-sensei grunted and shuffled around in his voluminous pockets for a moment before producing a storage scroll. A moment later Hazō was having to catch his balance as a seemingly enormous bag of ryo appeared from extradimensional space and plopped into his hands.

"Here," Kagome-sensei said to Hazō. "Sixty thousand seven hundred and nineteen ryo. Buy the pin."

Hazō blinked. "Sensei, I can't...this is your money, I can't—" He pushed the bag towards Kagome-sensei helplessly.

Kagome-sensei shoved the bag back at him and stepped away. "Happy birthday, that's your present," he grumbled. "There, now it's your money. Go buy her something nice and it better be the pin." He turned and pushed out of the store, nearly barreling over Minami as she ducked back in to find out what was taking so long.

Minami stopped and looked around: paranoid sealmaster leaving in a hurry while grumbling under his breath. Frosty storeowner struggling to conceal anger at said sealmaster and gratitude at his departure. Hazō standing helplessly with a giant bag of money, eyes wide and shocked.

Minami raised an eyebrow at her subordinate. In reply, Hazō pointed helplessly at the pin. Minami nodded.

"I'll keep her distracted," she said, ducking back outside.

Hazō blinked. Twice. And then turned to the store owner. "I'd...like to buy this pin, please?"



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Chapter 128: Taking the Lead
There should have been singing and dancing, Hazō felt, or at least triumphant background music. For perhaps the first time in its existence, Team Uplift had accomplished an operation swiftly, smoothly and according to plan, without incurring collateral damage. This day needed to go down in the history books. Yumehara needed to commence his fifth volume with a detailed account, emphasising the flawlessness of Hazō's plan and the ninja-like competence with which his team had carried it out.

Instead, the mood seemed oddly subdued. Minami was frowning as if in thought. Keiko was staring into the middle distance with the expression of a Mori modelling and discarding scenario after scenario. Kagome-sensei was silently glaring daggers at Minami, and in Mari-sensei's absence it probably fell to Hazō to be the designated Kagome-sensei wrangler and find out what Minami had done to offend him this time. And then there was Noburi, who seemed to be quietly simmering in a depressingly familiar fashion. What had Hazō done this time, other than placing Noburi and his skills in the spotlight the way his teammate had always wanted? Couldn't Noburi grow up a little?

At least the World's Best Girlfriend was a ray of sunshine in the gathering darkness. She flitted from teammate to teammate, joking and encouraging and diplomatically refraining from comparisons with past performance. Hazō had missed her so much.

With the unqualified success of Hazō's last plan, he felt optimistic about its successor. They had got off to a rocky start with Minami as leader, and he accepted partial responsibility for that, but tonight he was going to do everything in his power to nip the potential conflict in the bud. Hazō was Mari-sensei's true heir, after all. He would use the skills she'd taught him to harmonise the team's relations just as she would have done.

"You know," he said casually to Keiko, but pitched loud enough for Minami to hear, "now that Minami is team leader, we should probably introduce her to our other member."

"There's another member?" Minami asked. "This is everyone Jira—the Hokage briefed me on. Is this some kind of riddle?"

"You will observe," Keiko said tonelessly, "that there is nothing up my sleeve except the obligatory backup shuriken."

She slammed her hand on the floor, making the seals look like a natural part of the same single movement.

"Summoning Technique!"

The responding voice was deep and intimidating, only not.

"I heed thy call, O mighty Summ—we're in the air! Help! Why are we in the air?!"

Pandā spun on the spot in a blind panic, observed by a bemused Minami, before settling down and hunching over awkwardly.

"Oh, right, it's just one of the Pantokrator's Eyes. I knew that. I was just… analysing the strategic implications of the situation. Yeah.

"So what's up, Keiko?"

"Pandā," Keiko said gravely, "meet Minami Nikkō, assigned to lead our team by Hidden Leaf."

"Nice to meet you, Pandā," Minami smiled, her eyes tracing Pandā's diminutive stature. "You must be a Pangolin genin?"

"Genin? That's what you guys are, right? The bottom rank? Well, no, I'm not! I am a military liaison to the Pangolin Clan Summoner, and a full-fledged warrior of the Pangolin Clan! Underestimate me at your peril!"

"Oh, I didn't mean any disrespect," Minami said lightly. "Everyone talks about how incredibly strong summons are, so I figured even if you were a genin, you'd still be a huge badass by human standards."

"Well, uh…" Pandā studied the floor briefly, then looked up. "…Yes. Yes, I am."

"So Keiko," he quickly turned away from Minami, "what's up with this new team leader? What happened to Inoue?"

He raised his claws suddenly. "Wait, tell me she didn't get herself chopped up by a jōnin. Or splorched by a crazy sealmistress. Or caught in a scary sealing accident."

"No, Pandā," Keiko said, her wry tone suggesting her opinion of Pandā's subtlety. "I suppose I should enlighten you as to recent events. Jiraiya, the Toad Summoner, is currently acting as Hokage. He has married Mari-sensei, and they have adopted Hazō, Noburi, Kagome and myself into a new clan of which Jiraiya is the patriarch. We are thus now formally Leaf shinobi.

"Mari-sensei has retired from active duty, and Jiraiya has assigned us a new team leader and an urgent courier mission, which we are presently carrying out."

"Waaait…" Pandā narrowed his eyes. "Are you saying the Pangolin Summoner is now the Toad Summoner's daughter? Oh, this is so going to throw a wasp nest into our political affairs. It's lucky we're nearly done subjugating the Condors, or the higher-ups would go bonkers.

"As for you, new squad leader, it's nice to meet you. You're very lucky to have Keiko on your team. In fact, why didn't Keiko get made leader? I mean, these guys have been fighting together since forever, and Keiko's the smartest, and now Inoue's gone she's the strongest too, so it's a bit weird for Jiraiya to assign some newbie to head the team instead. Is this a way of snubbing the Pangolin Clan just because our summoner now officially answers to him?"

"Pandā," Keiko warned, "I recognise Minami's authority as my commander, and will expect you to treat her with all the respect due such a position."

"If you say so, Keiko."

Hazō awarded Keiko a point in his head. Now it was his turn to follow through.

"Since you're here, Pandā," he reinserted himself into the conversation, "why don't we all introduce Minami to one of our proudest team traditions? Minami, do you like board games?"

"Board games?" Minami tilted her head sideways. "Do you mean like Serpents and Shortcuts? I guess I used to play that with my kid sister sometimes when she was little."

"Oh, no," Hazō gave an anticipatory smirk, "we're talking about something a lot more fun."

"That reminds me," Akane joined in, "did you guys have any cool games while you were away? I told you about The Lava Pits of Screaming Death before you… left. Did you try it out?"

Hazō and Keiko exchanged glances.

"Boy, did we try out The Lava Pits of Screaming Death," Hazō began to recount, turning slightly to make it clear Minami was part of the audience. "It all began when I decided to invite Nara Shikamaru to play with us one night…"
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"I… can't… believe…" Akane choked out through the laughter, "…you let the head… of the Nara Clan… have a Candle… of Invocation…"

"The rules said it was a one-use item for boosting your spell power," Noburi muttered. "How was I to know?"

"Typical," Hazō gave a mock sigh. "Noburi never lets me have any fun when he's GMing, but as soon as the second most powerful man in Leaf gets behind the gaming table, it's all 'Have a non-pregenerated character sheet, Lord Nara', and 'Here are the third-party supplements, Lord Nara'. And what do I get? Benihime the Flower Princess. I wasn't even allowed to roll for my starting gold!"

"So," Minami hesitated, "it's like a tactical warfare simulation, but lighter on the command structure and heavier on the demon lords?"

"That's right," Noburi said icily. "Great fun until some idiot decides to ruin it for everyone by showing off how clever he is."

That was uncalled for. What was Noburi's problem tonight?

"Perhaps we should offer Akane the role of Game Master in honour of her return to the group," Keiko said, shooting Noburi a meaningful look Hazō couldn't decipher. "Minami, would you be interested in playing?"

"Sure," Minami beamed. "I'd love to take part."
-o-
They were including her! They were including her! Her invented-on-the-spot leadership strategy was working! They were introducing her to the team's unique bonding rituals, and acknowledging her authority in front of third parties, and also Pandā was the most adorable thing ever!

Nikkō had to restrain herself from physically bouncing, because she didn't think it would do much for her still-developing aura of authority. Also, it was late and an excess of energy might disturb her teammates as they prepared for sleep. They'd taken the entire evening to explain the basic rules to her and help her make a character sheet, which was embarrassing but inevitable. Structured learning wasn't Nikkō's strong point. Still, she liked to think she made up for it with her tenacity. If tomorrow was as uneventful as she hoped, she intended to finish studying the rulebook Kurosawa had lent her, so she could join in the "adventuring party" without making mistakes or slowing them down.

"Minami?"

Nikkō looked up from her bedroll to see Kurosawa standing a polite distance away, yet close enough that they wouldn't be overheard by others.

"What is it, Kurosawa?"

"I was hoping I could ask for your advice."

He wanted her advice! He trusted her wisdom and experience! This was officially the best day ever.

"Sure. Shoot."

"It's about being a leader."

Hold that thought. When it came to leadership, Nikkō was largely making it up as she went along, inspired only by the examples of her own past leaders, good and bad. If she wasn't careful here, she could easily get caught out—or worse, give bad advice to somebody who was counting on her.

"I'll help if I can," she said neutrally. "What's on your mind?"

"As a Leaf chūnin, you must have lots of experience leading different teams, right? But I was more or less a fresh genin when we left, and I only have real experience with this one team. I know them well, but I'm less good when it comes to dealing with everyone else. I have… well, a history of making a mess of things when I'm in charge."

"Like how?"

Kurosawa considered.

"The most striking example has to be a mission we took in Hot Springs. To begin with, we shouldn't have taken it to begin with. We were hiding out in Tea at the time, and we weren't completely broke—there was no real reason for us to accept a mission from a shady man willing to hire missing-nin, especially when there were unknown factors like the identity of the target."

Another reminder that they had, until recently, been missing-nin. Nikkō still didn't understand. These kids were, with one literally glaring exception, pretty nice. They didn't seem particularly dishonourable, or murderous, or evil. Kurosawa had even tried to persuade the client to let that scumbag Shirakawa live when Nikkō couldn't see any good reason to do so. And yet they were missing-nin. The worst of the worst. Irredeemable sinners who deserved nothing but to be hunted down and killed like vermin.

And then they'd got redeemed. Jira—the Hokage himself had not only pardoned them—pardoned missing-nin—but adopted them as his very own children. She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't heard it from the man himself.

How was it possible to earn redemption for the kind of crime that turned a person into a missing-nin? How did they convince the Hokage that they'd been reformed? The skywalkers must have been part of it, but no Hokage could ever be bribed to accept the impure into the ranks of Hidden Leaf. Right?

There had been a lot of gaps in last night's extended briefing. Kurosawa had cited operational security and the fact that it should be the Hokage's decision to release information which could potentially make his clan look bad. Nikkō could respect that. It wasn't like the Minami Clan didn't have some uncomfortable episodes in its history, mostly involving those Hyūga bastards. But it also left her unable to reconcile the abyssal gap between this team of weird but likeable kids and the blood-soaked, diabolical madness conjured by the term "missing-nin".

"It was a simple information retrieval mission," Kurosawa went on. "All we had to do was go to a particular resort in Hot Springs, wait for our target to arrive, steal some records, and get away. But my planning let everyone down again. Instead of a carefully-timed stealthy infiltration, in and out with no one the wiser, we ended up killing the target and bringing down half the inn."

Something about that sounded oddly familiar. Hot Springs. A resort. People getting killed and a building being demolished…

"You're the Cold Stone Killers!"

Oh, Sage's blood. It was them. She was surrounded by the Cold Stone Killers. The infamous pack of ruthless missing-nin who had violated a demilitarised zone, targeted a civilian leisure site and murdered a jōnin, not caring how many people got caught in the crossfire. The villains who had all but delivered Hot Springs into Mist's hands.

And now her unthinking outburst had drawn everyone's attention. The Cold Stone Killers were all looking at her. They had her surrounded. Were they going to kill her for finding out their secret?

"It was an accident," Kurosawa said softly. "Nobody was supposed to get hurt."

Kurosawa's tone was, as far as Nikkō could tell, genuinely regretful. Her panic stepped down a notch. Obviously, them being the Cold Stone Killers wasn't a big, terrible secret. Kurosawa wouldn't have spilled something like that by accident. And the Hokage must have known when he adopted them, mustn't he?

It was still too much for her. The Hokage had adopted the Cold Stone Killers. He'd made them part of the Will of Fire. And then… he'd put her in charge of them. She felt unsteady, like one false step would send her plummeting into darkness—and not just because she was standing on a few planks of wood hovering absurdly high in the air.

"Nobody was supposed to get hurt," Kurosawa repeated. "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea. We're not killers—or no more so than ninja in general. And we're not evil the way everyone thinks we are. We just made some big mistakes."

It was too much. She didn't know what to do. She felt lost, vulnerable, betrayed. But at the same time, if there was one thing Minami Nikkō knew, it was that she couldn't show weakness. Not as a team leader, and not to them.

"Kurosawa… let's end it here for the night. I have last watch, so I should get some sleep now."

They weren't going to kill her in her sleep. The Hokage had known when he'd assigned her to the team, and if she hadn't been meant to know, Kurosawa wouldn't have told her. They weren't going to get rid of her to protect their secret. In the morning, when everyone was calm and well-rested, she could ask them all the questions she needed, and hopefully whatever it was that had convinced the Hokage would convince her too. In the end, Minami Nikkō had not made it this far in life by not believing in people.
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"Stop, Kagome-sensei!"

"Let go of me! Dumbbutt has to die!"

Hazō clutched Kagome-sensei's wrists tight, keeping the hand with the exploding tags away from the finger ready to activate them. If he'd been a tenth of a second too late…

It was Hazō's Mist training that had saved the day as much as anything. After Hazō realised Kagome-sensei was being too quiet, it was his ability to endure so long without sleep that had allowed him to stay awake, watching silently for any sign of trouble. And what a sign it had been.

"Let go, Hazō!"

"Move and die," said an icy voice from behind both of them.

There was a faint crackle of lightning, and Hazō knew that Soudai's Prism had appeared in the skytower, and that it was far more than just a spying device.

"This isn't what it looks like," Hazō shouted urgently, even though that was a bare-faced lie.

"Really?" Minami hissed, her sword between herself and the pair. "Because it looks like he just tried to kill me in my sleep!"

The crackling grew louder, and the thought flashed through Hazō's mind that Minami was about to cut them both down in an instant, before he and Kagome-sensei had a chance to stop grappling.

That was when Noburi, mercifully awakened by the shouting, did the most brilliant thing Hazō had ever seen him do.

He interposed himself between them and Minami, unarmed hands out in a gesture of surrender. But he was facing away from Minami as if protecting her, leaving his back exposed to her sword.​
"We're on your side. I have no idea how Hazō fucked up this time, but we're on your side, Minami."

Minami didn't lower her sword… but she didn't kill Noburi either.

"Kagome, you worthless imbecile."

Keiko was awake.

"Can you even comprehend the consequences of killing her? Do you believe that any damage wrought by Hazō's incompetence could compare to the ruin you nearly brought upon us and our clan?"

Compared to the lethal blizzard in Keiko's voice, Akane's was merely disoriented. "Can somebody please explain to me what is going on?"

"Your psycho friend tried to murder me!"

"OK," Akane said wearily. "Kagome, did you try to murder her?"

"She has to die!" Kagome-sensei growled. "It's the only way to keep our clan safe!"

"Kagome, you are not allowed to murder teammates," Akane said in a very deliberately reasonable voice. "Or people in general unless they're trying to kill you."

"But she's—"

"This isn't negotiable," Akane snapped. "Killing a teammate is betraying the team."

Kagome-sensei flinched, but recovered. "Just because Jiraiya-stinker foisted her off on us doesn't make her a teammate. My only captain is Inoue, and always will be."

Minami's eyes narrowed. "And you think that makes it OK to try to kill me?!"

"Minami," Noburi said carefully, still staying completely still, "Kagome wasn't in his right mind. You are part of the team, and I'm sure we'll be able to sort all this out as long as nobody starts killing people."​
"Thank you, Noburi," Akane said coolly. "Kagome, what has made Mimami suddenly become a threat in your eyes?"

"I can field this one," Keiko said. "Noburi's ability to sense and drain chakra through Mist is a Wakahisa trump card, a secret Bloodline Limit technique of the kind that clans legitimately kill to protect. The Mori have such techniques as well. All strong clans do. Now that our own clan holds the Wakahisa bloodline, it is one of our clan's trump cards as well. If the decision were made to share it outside the clan, such as in anticipation of conflict with the other Wakahisa, it would be a grave decision made by the clan chief with input from all concerned."

"And Hazō gave it away," Noburi said heavily. "Just like that, to the first chūnin that came along, without even thinking to ask me first. To a clan ninja, even."

"As a secondary concern," Keiko added, "this kind of secret ability typically serves as the cornerstone for an eventual jōnin career, once basic skills are sufficiently developed, much like Captain Zabuza's Silent Killing or Uzumaki's shadow clones. Uzumaki was famous for his use of shadow clones, but the full properties of this Leaf forbidden technique remained a mystery. By all accounts, Uzumaki was considered unstoppable—until he was defeated instantly by a former Leaf prodigy who would have had access to the same knowledge.

"Thus, after having Noburi's mist abilities explained to her, and observing them in action together with the misterators, Minami became capable of greatly endangering him were she ever to be captured and interrogated by a faction capable of devising a perfect counter."

"That's right," Kagome-sensei crowed. "She could have her clan blackmail us with it, she could screw up and spill it to our enemies… anything. You can't survive as a ninja unless you're ready to kill to protect your secrets!"

"That's enough, Kagome," Akane said in a level voice. "Anything else you say is only going to make things worse. Do you understand?"

Kagome-sensei glared at her for a couple of seconds, but his attempt at intimidation found no purchase.

"…fine," he muttered.

Minami was less understanding. "He tried to murder a comrade, and you're letting him off with a slap on the wrist? You bastards."

The sword trembled slightly in her hands. "I wanted to believe in you. But it turns out you're missing-nin after all. Once a Cold Stone Killer, always a Cold Stone Killer."

Her grip relaxed. The blade stilled.​

"I guess I don't have a choice."

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Info: History and OPSEC
Basic Ninja OPSEC

Some of this is backstory that has not had cause to come up before this, but it should illustrate the importance of the OPSEC rules:

The Warring States period was several hundred years of war with few to no actual states involved. "Hill daimyos", meaning small freeholding lords (sometimes ninja, sometimes not) who wanted to carve out and protect a territory, would set up and usually be knocked down pretty quickly. The modern states that you see on the map have been there for a while, but for most of their existence they were more a name than a reality.

During this period, ninja organized into clans for mutual protection. Clanless ninja were generally either outcasts from a clan or the children of outcasts. They were contemptible, untrustworthy, and probably cowards -- they were usually killed on sight.

The oldest ninja village (Leaf) is only ~70 years old. There are probably living people who grew up during the Warring States period. Clans have been the dominant paradigm for hundreds of years and that is only slowly changing. Leaf and the other villages should be looked at as something like the United States: a group of sovereign entities (the clans) who have agreed to federate and are mostly but not entirely subordinate to a federal government (the Kage). It's been working out pretty well and everyone is mostly onboard with it, but there's always tension and the possibility of one clan splintering away from the village is taken seriously. Clanless ninja are accepted into Leaf and possibly into other villages (you don't know) but that is a major social innovation and the clanless are still subtly discriminated against. Ninja who go missing in this day and age are reviled. You know of no other case of missing-nin being rehabilitated; what Jiraiya and Nara did is, so far as you are aware, unprecedented.

Ninja are special operations warriors and assassins. Because of all this, most ninja are paranoid and heavily PTSD. Every time two ninja come together, even the best of friends, there is an ingrained sense of "if I had to kill him, how would I do it?"

In this environment:

  1. Everyone has at least one ace up their sleeve that they don't talk about.
  2. When you have to show a technique, or when you choose to show one in order to build your rep, you keep the details secret. Everyone knows that Naruto has the Multiple Shadow Clone, but no one knows what tricks he's come up with to munchkin it. Everyone knows that Gaara controls sand, but no one knows exactly what he can do with it. It was not an accident that the battle between Naruto and Gaara at the Chūnin Exams was obscured by dust and smoke.
  3. Reputation is critically important to a ninja, and sometimes that means bending the above rules. Having a big rep is how you get high-paying jobs, desirable assignments, and status within the ninja world. "Keiko is the Pangolin summoner" is an example of this: she revealed it to those ninja in Sarubetsu so clearly she's okay with it being talked about, but you wouldn't disclose the details of how often she can summon and exactly what. Likewise "Akane has a secret jutsu that makes her invulnerable" is a brag with no details, although it's pushing the line and Noburi probably shouldn't have said it.
  4. Just as every individual has secret techniques, every clan has secret techniques and secret knowledge. The first rule of clan secrets is that you don't talk about clan secrets. This is literally codified in village law, and if the Hokage attempted to ferret out clan secrets it would almost certainly lead to (at best) that clan leaving Leaf or (at worst) civil war. In general, clans do not reveal their secret techniques even to their own members until said members are old enough to keep them secret.
  5. "We can drain through mist" is a secret technique of the Wakahisa clan. The fact that Noburi shared it with you is an example of his incredible trust in you. (As well as his ego, but that's another story.)
  6. You were never taught the secret techniques of the Kurosawa clan because you were forced to go missing before you were old enough. To say that differently: clan secrets are so important that even after 'divorcing' her clan Hana did not immediately teach those secrets to you. You can only speculate on why she wasn't killed when she was thrown out -- probably it had something to do with personal affection and something to do with the rule shared by all ninja villages that "ninja from our village don't kill ninja from our village."

In Chapter 127 you did not come right out and say the words "Oh, by the way, Minami, you should probably know that Noburi can drain through mist." You made the fact abundantly clear with the plans that you proposed, to the point where any reasonably smart person could figure it out. Furthermore, the plan made clear that you were discussing it with the entire team as well as Minami, without any mention of discussing it with the others first. In short: you blurted it out before anyone could stop you. Hence why the rest of the team was so angry.


EDIT: Removed a snip about sending scrubs after jōnin. It was a momentary thought that I let onto the page, not part of the group-approved worldbuilding, and it made no sense.
 
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Interlude: Meating Mist
Interlude: Meating Mist

"Left!"

Adachi Eiji spun left, thrusting his naginata-cum-walking-stick into the teeth of a leaping brown-furred nightmare. The blade slid straight through the roof of the beast's mouth and out the top of its head, killing it instantly. Unfortunately, it also meant that he now had ten pounds of dead weight hanging off the end of his naginata and there was another of the bastards right behind the first one.

He flipped the haft of the weapon up and into the creature's face, diving aside before the claws could rip his chest open. A ninja or a storybook hero would have rolled smoothly to his feet, grabbed the beast by the scruff of its neck, and ripped its head off. Eiji was a merchant; he sprawled on the ground, frantically yanking his knife from his belt and scrambling backwards on his ass and one hand.

Before the thing could leap again Sawaya was there, her fist glowing with chakra enhancement as it smashed through the creature's spine at the base of the neck. The genin pivoted neatly around the reflexive dying snap of the teeth and punted the carcass away.

Eiji sat for a moment, bringing his breathing back under control before he spoke. "Nice job," he said, pushing himself to his feet and tucking his knife away. He tried hard to seem casual and relaxed; sure, she was a ninja and he was a civilian, but no man enjoyed looking panicked in front of a woman. Still, he was pretty sure that the stocky, flat-chested brunette's quick glance caught the quiver in his knees. For that matter, the pounding of his heart was so loud that she could probably hear it.

Sawaya shrugged. "What you pay me for." She turned, surveying the dead body. "What do you call those things, anyway?"

"Ugly," Eiji said. "Come on, let's go. I want to make it the rest of the way to Mist before nightfall."

o-o-o-o​

It had been two years since Eiji had made the trip to Mist. It was a long trip from the Land of Vegetable to the Water Country, and dangerous. The winter caravans always made a modest profit; sure, you had to struggle not to freeze to death when the blizzards hit, but the sightlines were long with no leaves on the trees and much of Marsh was frozen so you didn't have to worry about being attacked while crossing. Plus you could put all the stock in sleighs and make good time. With fifty merchants clubbing up for protection it was affordable to hire enough ninja that the caravan could travel safe. Of course, with fifty merchants all splitting the profits there wasn't a lot of profit to be made. Especially when Tawara and Soga came along; born-rich bastards always insisted on selling statuary (in Water? How the hells do you make a profit dragging heavy statuary to Water?) and they couldn't negotiate worth a damn so they always brought the averages down. Of course, between them they had five ninja on permanent retainer so that helped balance things a little.

Everyone had told him he was crazy to be doing the trip in summer, by himself, with just one genin for protection. He wasn't sure why Sawaya had been willing to take the job for such a reasonable rate, but he was glad she had. If he could get this cargo through...well, it probably wouldn't be retirement money, but it would set him up. Keep food on the table for Noriko and the kids. Pay off the debt he'd incurred to the sealmaster—and hadn't that been fun, bowing and scraping in front of a drunk old man with hands so shaky that he probably had to discard half his production? Pay the ninja their taxes (because of course we don't even think the word 'tribute', now do we?) for the next year so the family could afford to stay in the village. Pay the tutor for Akira and Kaiya so they could start out knowing how to read and write and figure instead of having to spend ten years working three jobs to scrape by while learning just enough that they didn't get ripped off. Probably not enough to buy out his debt to the speculators that had funded the trip, but enough to justify an extension. If he could make another trip before autumn then he'd be ahead of the game. Spend most of the proceeds buying two or three more storage scrolls, put some towards inventory, the rest for the family.

He could almost see that future, hanging before him like a mirage. All it needed was this one trip...and for him to have guessed right about product.

"Stop."

The voice came from above them to the left. Sawaya clearly had not detected the speaker or she would have warned him; out of the corner of his eye Eiji watched her hand twitch towards one of the kunai on her belt before she aborted the motion.

Very carefully, merchant and bodyguard turned in the direction of the hail. There was a ninja in the tree above them, wearing the camoflage pattern favored by the Village Hidden in the Mist. He was probably in his thirties, thin and weedy with a too-large chin that stretched the camoflage bandana covering the lower half of his face. Had he been a civilian he would have been the victim of village bullies, but the fact that he was sticking himself to the trunk of a tree meant that he was a ninja and therefore dangerous.

"I am Adachi Eiji," Eiji said carefully. "I'm a merchant from the Land of Vegetables. I've been here the last three years with the winter caravans and now I'm trying a summer trip."

The ninja snorted. "Uh-huh. Where's your wagon, 'merchant'?"

"I don't have one," Eiji said. "I have a storage scroll. It's in my pack."

One eyebrow went up. "A storage scroll, huh? Let's see."

Moving slowly, Eiji swung his pack off his shoulder and set it on the ground. He unbuckled the straps and flipped the top back, pulling out his waterproofed groundcloth and spreading it out before removing a canvas-covered bundle. He laid it on the cloth and unwrapped it carefully to reveal the wax-enclosed wooden scrollcase inside.

"Open it up."

Eiji suppressed a grimace. He'd known this would happen, but still.... He nodded to Sawaya, holding the scrollcase out.

Without a word she took the case from him and used a kunai to peel away the thick layer of wax before popping the endcap off and sliding out the vellum scroll itself. She held it out and did whatever it was that ninja did. A waist-high cloth-wrapped bundle fell out.

"Unwrap it," ordered the Mist ninja.

Eiji sighed, wondering how much this was going to cost him. Still, he unwrapped the bundle to reveal the massive pile of freshly-cut, still-bleeding steaks.

"Grass-fed daggerhorn from the Land of Vegetables," he said.

The sentry dropped from the tree and paced closer, his eyes locked on the meat. "That is...a lot of meat," he said.

"Yes. I noticed that the market in Mist mostly sells seafood and I thought people might like something different."

"Uh-huh." The ninja stared at the pile a moment longer before shaking himself back into focus. He pulled a wadded-up bag out of his beltpouch and threw it at Eiji. "Border tax," he said. "One quarter."

"Sir, if you take a quarter I won't be able to make a profit," Eiji said carefully. "I won't be able to afford another trip later, and that means no more border tax."

The ninja blurred across the distance between them, planted a boot on Eiji's chest and shoved, sending him sprawling. "Show respect! The tax just went up to a third!"

Thankfully, Sawaya hadn't moved when the ninja attacked. Her loose and relaxed stance would have seemed casual, except that Eiji had seen her stand just like that while a pack of spikerats prowled around the edge of their camp. When the things had finally gotten their nerve up to attack, she had launched straight into the fray without even seeming to shift her weight.

"Of course, sir! One third, as you say, sir! Please forgive me, sir!" Eiji bowed dogeza, holding it until the ninja's grunt showed that he was satisfied. The merchant quickly scrambled over and shoveled steaks into the sack. If there was still dirt on his hands from the bow then that wasn't his fault, right? And there absolutely wasn't any spit. Really.

"Here you are, sir," Eiji said, gesturing to the sack with his eyes carefully cast down. The sack actually wasn't big enough to hold a third of the meat, but what it could hold was more than he could lift while on his knees and leaning forward.

"What else you got in here?" the ninja asked, toeing Eiji's pack over and bending down to dump it out. He stirred through the camp gear until he found the nearly-flat pouch of ryo at the bottom. He poured the contents into his hand and sniffed in dissatisfaction at the amount. "Marsh Country ryo and not much of it. Pretty lousy merchant if this is all you've got."

"Sorry, sir." Eiji bowed dogeza again. "Everything else went into buying the meat, sir."

The ninja grunted again and shoved the handful of coins into his pocket. "What's in yours?" the ninja demanded. Still in dogeza with his eyes an inch from the dirt, Eiji could only assume the man was looking at Sawaya.

"Stuff."

The silence dragged on for several seconds, the tension palpable. Eiji risked turning his head a little so he could see Sawaya, standing casually with muscular arms crossed over her chest. Some crazy part of his brain couldn't help but notice that Noriko often wore that same disapproving expression when the kids had been getting up to mischief. Noriko was too buxom to comfortably cross her arms like that, though.

The tension broke when the Mist ninja stepped back. "Better hurry if you're going to make the gate before night," he said, scooping the sack of 'taxed' meat up and tying the neck in a quick knot. He tossed it over his shoulder and leaped back into the trees. There was no sign that he was at all bothered by the weight of a hundred pounds of prime grass-fed daggerhorn. Thieving bastard.

Eiji sat up, blowing out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Well handled," he said to Sawaya.

"What you pay me for." She moved to the stack of meat and rewrapped it with deft fingers before shoving it back into the storage scroll.

By the time she was done, Eiji had already gathered his gear up and into his pack. He swung it onto his shoulder with a practiced motion. "You heard the man," he said. "We'll need to hurry."

She didn't say a word, just fell in beside him as he strode off down the poorly-maintained trail.

o-o-o-o​

They made it with minutes to spare, the city gates closing practically on their heels. Each of the gate guards had "confiscated" a pair of steaks as the "entrance fee", but that was expected. The scroll was only about half-full now, not nearly enough to pay for the trip. Still, Eiji headed straight for the night market, pausing only briefly to pull enough coin out of the moneybelt he wore under his shirt that he would be able to pay the vendor fee.

The merchant factor who ran the night market was a civilian and a professional; he demanded only the standard rate, rattled off the standard rules, and let them get on their way.

Eiji found an unused section of the plaza and spread out his groundcloth. Sawaya unsealed the remaining meat and then stepped back to stand guard, arms folded on her chest and eyes constantly roving.

The meat sold quickly, as Eiji had expected. It was a luxury in Mist and the money was good. If he'd had the full contents of his scroll then he could have afforded an inn for the night and still brought that imagined mirage-future into reality. As it was...not so much.

The pile was almost gone when Sawaya leaned in. "Ready for the rest?" she asked quietly. At Eiji's nod she reached under her shirt and unwound the bandages that were binding her breasts flat and also holding the second storage scroll to her chest. She unwrapped it, stripped the wax off the scrollcase, and unsealed the second pile of meat.

"Fresh meat!" Eiji cried into the seething mass of potential customers. "Grass-fed daggerhorn steaks, fresh from the Land of Vegetables! Tender and juicy! Fresh steaks!"
 
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Chapter 129: Kagome on Trial
The future balanced on the edge of Minami's readied sword. The crackle of lightning in the background faded into silence. Either Sōdai's Prism had been dismissed… or it had finished charging.

Noburi stood exposed, his back open to a single lethal strike. Hazō was still holding Kagome-sensei's wrists, because the man would do something desperate if he didn't, and that meant neither of them could defend themselves. At this range, it would only take a single extended motion for Minami to disable the majority of their team. Then, Minami would go for Keiko, who couldn't open up distance while the air dome was still up. Akane would try to protect her, sacrificing mobility against an opponent her fists couldn't block. Would she have time to activate her Pangolin technique before Minami reached her?

It should have been crazy for a single chūnin to be a threat to the entire team. But Lightning users were fast, and Hazō knew from his mother how a swordmaster trained to cut through target after target without losing momentum. And that was before Minami drew upon her bloodline.

There was only time for a couple of words to prevent the inevitable, and Hazō didn't know what they were. All he could think was, "Minami, wait!"—words she'd expect and therefore disregard. His brain had let him down at the worst possible moment.

He tensed his muscles. If he could push away Kagome-sensei in time, then maybe at least one of them—

The impact froze them all in place.

It took a second of disorientation to realise that the sound, flesh striking flesh, was not the opening to a final battle. Even Hazō, who was right there, didn't connect cause and effect at first.

Akane had slapped Kagome-sensei hard.

As tension dropped, killing intent giving way to confusion, Akane calmly informed Kagome-sensei, "You were about to say something undiplomatic."

"I wasn't going to—"

Akane put her finger to her lips meaningfully. Kagome glowered, but Akane's earlier dominance held firm.

"I admit that was a good start," Minami said as she slid her sword back into its sheath. "I'd have gone for a punch myself."

"What?" she raised her eyebrows at the uncertain looks. "I am a loyal shinobi of Hidden Leaf. I'm not going to murder the people assigned to me by the Hokage just because I can't trust them."

A collective wave of relaxation passed through Team Uplift. Hazō let go of Kagome-sensei, slipping the explosives out of his hand in the process. Trying to disarm Kagome-sensei was like trying to drink the ocean dry, but hopefully it would at least send the right message.

Noburi turned around, slowly and with no sudden movements, then stepped away to leave Minami plenty of personal space.

"Thank you, Minami," Akane said seriously.

"Whatever," Minami replied. "This doesn't mean we're friends. We have a job to do, and then we're done."

"That is acceptable," Keiko said. "While I reiterate that we never intended you any harm, and that Kagome's act of unimaginable idiocy was in no way sanctioned by the rest of the team, I understand that you may not be able to trust us in the aftermath. If we must conduct the rest of this mission on a purely professional footing, then I am prepared to do so."

"Well, I'm not!" Hazō burst out, surprising himself as much as anyone. "Minami, I'm not ready to give up on being comrades just because one of our teammates doesn't understand what that means yet. If you'll just give us a chance, I know we can get past this."

"You expect me to trust anything you have to say, Cold Stone Killer?"

"Minami," Noburi said gently, "I know it doesn't excuse anything, but there's one thing you can't doubt—Hazō stopped Kagome. He stayed up late because he was worried about your safety."

Minami nodded. "That's true. So maybe you're not heartless killers out to get me personally. But it still means one of you is a rabid dog, and he's so far gone that you have to stand watch to stop him killing people. And rabid dogs have to be put down."

Kagome-sensei made a sudden motion, but Akane caught his hands almost immediately.

"Kagome, please," she said in a low voice. "We can work this out without anyone getting hurt, but you have to help. And right now the best way for you to help is by staying very still and not making anyone feel threatened. Do you understand?"

"Fine," Kagome-sensei growled. "But I'm not a rabid dog. Dumbbutt didn't have to insult me."

"He's right," Noburi said unexpectedly. "I know you're really angry at us right now, and you have every right to be, but we're all Leaf ninja here. We're all on the same side. Him calling you names is childish and wrong, but if you do the same thing, that's putting a wall between you and us that doesn't have to be there."

Hazō internally winced. When they got back to Leaf, assuming they did so in one piece, he really needed to get more training from Mari-sensei. Noburi was making Hazō's halting attempts at diplomacy sound like an elephant walking on a nightingale floor.

"There's already a wall between us," Minami said almost regretfully. "No matter how well you talk the talk, it doesn't change what you are. If the Hokage thinks your skills and bloodlines are worth taking you in despite what you are, I trust his judgement. But the fact that it's for the greater good of the village doesn't mean you stop being the Cold Stone Killers who expect one of their group to go around murdering teammates. That wall, the one between missing-nin and loyal ninja, is there forever."

Missing-nin. Cold Stone Killers. It kept coming back to that. Hazō knew the missing-nin stereotypes as well as anyone. For as long as that was what Minami saw when she looked at them, they weren't going to get anywhere. No amount of kindness from Noburi, or reason from Keiko, or unwavering common sense from Akane, were going to make the conflict go away.

But Hazō thought he knew what would.

"Can I say something?"

Minami turned towards him. "Kurosawa. Don't you get that this is a waste of time? You're the people who handed over an entire country to Mist, and then turned around and started selling weapons to their worst enemies. Every word coming out of your mouth is going to be you trying to manipulate me."

"That's the thing, Minami," Hazō said. "You think we're evil, and you think we're competent. You're wrong on both counts."

"I resent the implication," Keiko gave Hazō a wry look. "We have successfully completed at least two of the missions we received since we became missing-nin, and in both cases our heavily-injured teammates ultimately survived."

Minami gave Keiko a boggled look.

"She's not wrong," Hazō said. "Keiko, Noburi, would you mind if I explained how we became missing-nin? I think it might help."

Noburi and Keiko looked at each other.

"You may," Keiko said. "It would be futile to attempt to conceal our village of origin in any case. While there are doubtless unrelated shinobi in the world named Mori, just as we encountered a second Inoue on our travels, the probability of all three of us bearing names that are most common in the same village by coincidence is absurdly low."

"Good," Hazō said. "Minami, the three of us all come from Hidden Mist."

"Right," Minami rolled her eyes. "The most evil village. How did I not see that coming.

"Wait," she paused. "We got taught at the Academy that Mist invented hunter-nin. We even have cooperative missing-nin hunts sometimes, because that's the one thing you can trust Mist to do without stabbing you in the back. So if you ran away from Mist and you're not the Seven Shinobi Swordsmen or something, how did they not catch you and execute you straight away?"

"It's not that simple," Hazō explained. "We originally got sent on a large-scale mission—many genin and chūnin, and even several jōnin. But then one night, a fight broke out between the jōnin. The leader of the survivors, a man named Shikigami, told us we'd been sent on a suicide mission and that we had to run if we wanted to live. We believed him. I mean, those stereotypes you have about Mist not being a very nice place? They're all true. The three of us didn't exactly fit in back home, and it was entirely plausible that the Mizukage would decide to get rid of us by sending us to certain death."

Minami's expression was still guarded, but less overtly hostile.

"It turned out later that he'd been lying, incidentally. He and his co-conspirators had cherry-picked us because we had useful bloodlines et cetera, and it was never a suicide mission at all. Shikigami wanted to found his own hidden village, and he wanted to do it in a place in the Fire Country called the Swamp of Death."

"The Swamp of Death is real?" Minami interrupted incredulously. "I thought it was just an expression."

"Oh, it's real," Hazō said grimly. "Many people died there. We were lucky to get out alive. And the only reason we did was that when Mari-sensei decided to run away before the hunter-nin got there, she liked Keiko enough to invite her along, and the rest of us by association. I don't know what happened to Hidden Swamp after that, but it's not difficult to guess.

"So what I'm saying is that we never intended to betray anyone. We were used by an ambitious jōnin, and we thought we didn't have any other options because our village wanted us dead. By the time we understood that we'd been tricked into becoming missing-nin, it was too late to go back without getting executed.

"We all have people we left behind. I only have my mother, but Noburi and Keiko lost their entire clans. Even so, I'm glad we ended up in Leaf. Now that I know a different way of running a hidden village, I can see just how twisted Mist was. The Mizukage rules through fear. He talks about how all the other villages are constantly out to infiltrate us and bring us down from within, so everyone has to be on guard for traitors, and report suspicious activity to the secret police, and there are rumours that sometimes people confess to crimes when they're accused whether they're guilty or not, just so they get prison time instead of being sent to T&I. Compared to that, Leaf seems like paradise."

Minami took time to let his words settle in.

"So Mist really is that bad, huh? And you didn't run away because you're traitors—if I can trust your story, which is still up in the air."

"You may cross-reference any of this with Jiraiya," Keiko noted. "While he has not explicitly stated so, I am confident that at some point his spy network will have vetted us and confirmed our backgrounds and circumstances."

"That's true," Minami acknowledged. "Even if you can lie to me, you wouldn't be able to get anything past the Hokage."

"Exactly," Noburi said. "You can trust his judgement, can't you? If he'd just taken us in because we were evil but useful, he wouldn't go as far as to adopt us into his clan. I mean, he's OK with us being his kids. And I guess it'll be our kids who inherit the clan someday, and he wouldn't want his grandkids being brought up by evil missing-nin, right?"

Minami seemed to turn this over in her head. "Sage's balls. It's hitting me all over again how weird that whole thing is. No disrespect to the Hokage.

"Hang on, though. Maybe you were all innocent when you ran away, but you're the Cold Stone Killers now. Obviously the missing-nin lifestyle must have corrupted you. In fact, maybe the Hokage's hoping to redeem you so he can use your powers for good. I mean, he is the embodiment of the Will of Fire now. Believing in people is practically his job description."

"Minami," Akane said, apparently satisfied that Kagome wasn't going to do anything catastrophic if she took her attention off him for a second, "have you ever made a series of choices that all seemed like the best you could do at the time, but in the end they somehow landed you in more trouble than you could've imagined when you started?"

"Not really," Minami said. "I own my bad decisions. If I've screwed up, then obviously I could've done better. I know if I don't take the time to figure out what I did wrong, I might end up doing the same thing again.

"But," she added mercifully, "I know what you're talking about. I've bailed out friends who did that before."

"OK," Akane said. "That's what happened to us. We took a mission we shouldn't have taken because it seemed innocent enough at the time. We went into a demilitarised zone without realising exactly what that meant. We carried out an infiltration without paying enough attention to what could go wrong and how. We thought we were on top of everything. And then," her voice dipped slightly, "we got innocent people killed because we weren't prepared.

"We thought we could just go in, steal some information and get out. Nobody would need to get hurt. Please believe me, we would never have done it if we'd understood what it would mean."

Minami's gaze shifted uncomfortably away from the sorrow in Akane's face, and finally settled on Kagome.

"What about him? He wasn't an innocent running away from Mist. And I'm not exactly sure what Ishihara's circumstances are, but Kagome sure as hell isn't a Leaf-nin either. He's a traitor and a missing-nin if I've ever laid eyes on one."

Hazō took a deep breath.

"I can't tell you about Kagome's background. In fact, I've probably spilled enough of other people's secrets for now. But when we'd found him, he'd been living in the woods for a very long time, and he was lost and alone, exiled from everything he'd ever known. Whatever made him a missing-nin to begin with, I think that must be enough payment for the crime."

Minami shook her head. "If he's willing to murder his team leader in her sleep, then I can't imagine what he could've done in his home village. Probably blew up a few orphanages because they were the wrong colour. Whatever he did, crimes don't just magically disappear because you run away from them."

"Didn't you say the Will of Fire was all about redemption?" Hazō objected.

"The Will of Fire is about protecting your loved ones and the village," Minami said firmly. "If you betray the village—say, by trying to murder your team leader in her sleep—then you've rejected the Will of Fire and everything it stands for. And the Will of Fire is also about eliminating threats to the village, which right now means him."

"Minami," Hazō pleaded, "Kagome-sensei isn't an enemy. He spent many years living alone, afraid of everyone, and with good reason. His paranoia was probably the only thing that kept him alive. I'm not saying that excuses what he did, but please try to understand why he did it. He doesn't hate you—he's just scared that you're going to hurt the people he's loyal to.

"In its own way, isn't that like the Will of Fire? I want to believe in that ideal, and I want Kagome-sensei to be able to believe in it too, even if we're both only human and bound to fall short of it from time to time."

"Those are pretty words," Minami said, "but don't taint the Will of Fire by association with the likes of him. No matter how scared or how lonely I got, I'd never become the kind of person to hurt a comrade. If Kagome has, then he doesn't deserve to be a Leaf ninja."

"He's not your enemy, Minami!" Hazō insisted, his hopes sinking. "He was acting to protect us, not to hurt you. He's just… sick. He's spent so long in constant danger that now violence is his only response, no matter what the threat. It's not about betrayal or comrades or anything you're thinking of. We'll get him to understand that you're not a threat, and then he can help us carry out the mission. I promise that we'll deal with this properly once we're safely back in Leaf, but right now we need him with us. He's not a danger to you anymore, and he's a valuable teammate."

"So what you're saying," Minami said slowly, "is that Kagome wasn't trying to kill me because of some calculated murderous plan, but because he's insane and has an instinct to kill people if they seem like a threat?"

Hazō mulled this over. "'Insane' is putting it a bit strongly, but essentially, yes."

"Right," Minami said in the voice of a woman coming to a conclusion. "We're heading to the nearest outpost and handing Kagome over to a relief squad, who will escort him to Leaf. Once we finish the mission, we'll come back and serve as witnesses for the trial."

"You can't!" Hazō shouted. "Haven't you been listening to what I've been telling you?"

"Yes," Minami said levelly, "I have. You're saying that he's not in control of himself, and reasoning with him isn't going to change the way he thinks. That means the only solution is to remove him from the mission as soon as possible."

"No," Hazō said, "wait. Let me talk to him. Kagome-sensei can't lie to save his life—once he understands why trying to kill you is wrong, you'll see it."

Hazō looked Kagome-sensei in the eye and willed himself to feel all the rage and frustration he'd been suppressing at Kagome-sensei's betrayal. Not his betrayal of Minami—that was its own issue—but his betrayal of Hazō and the team, deliberately ignoring their opinions on something as dire as murder. They deserved better, after all the love and kindness and sheer trust that they'd shown him all this time.

"I've had enough of your behaviour! I am sick of the way you dismiss other people by calling them stinkers or Dumbbutt or other stupid nicknames! It's a cheap trick to let you stop seeing other people as humans, and it's wrong, and it stops now. It's because you let yourself do that to people that you think it's OK to kill them, as if calling Minami 'Dumbbutt' somehow makes her less of a person so you don't have to feel bad about killing her. Well, attempted murder doesn't stop being wrong because of a nickname or two.

"Yes, we've all done things that were wrong, because in the ninja world it's kill or be killed. That doesn't make killing right, but it does sometimes make it the only option.

"This time, it wasn't the only option. It should never have been an option at all. You thought there was some hypothetical scenario in the distant future in which some actions Minami could possibly take might bring some degree of harm to us, and that was enough for you to try to murder a fellow member of our new village!

"Fuck that. What you did wasn't just wrong. It was unacceptable. You tried to kill a person, a comrade, on the off-chance that something might someday go wrong. It's unacceptable, it's insane, and if you ever try to pull something like this again, I will not forgive you.

"While we're at it," Hazō added more generally, in a calm tone of voice that belay the boiling anger within, "fuck the idea that it's legitimate to kill innocent bystanders who did nothing wrong to protect clan secrets. Their lives matter as much as anyone else's."

"Actually, Kurosawa," Minami eventually said into the stunned silence, "I think Kagome is a psycho who belongs behind bars at best, but I do get why he tried to do what he did. Clan secrets are a big deal. If we didn't protect them, that could be the end of the clan. In the wrong place at the wrong time, or if enough clans lost their secrets, it could be the end of the village. I'm not saying it's the way things should be, but an innocent person getting killed once in a while is a small price to pay for preventing the carnage that happens when a clan goes down.

"I know what I'm talking about here. The Minami used to be Hyūga until something went wrong with the bloodline. Then they wanted the 'defects' gone, and there were only a few of us. The only reason we survived was that we'd figured out enough of our abilities to put up a good fight. If the Hyūga tried to kill us, they'd be starting an inter-clan war under the Hokage's nose.

"But if they'd had our clan secrets… if, say, Sōdai had changed sides and spilled the beans about his research… they could have found counters and just assassinated us one by one. And there's no one like a Hyūga for timing an assassination so there are no witnesses."

"I am inclined to concur," Keiko said. "Even without considering the Mori bloodline, my clan—my… former clan—holds a great deal of restricted knowledge that could be critically disruptive to Mist's economy and general infrastructure were it to fall into the wrong hands. Even the Mizukage are not trusted to handle it safely."

"Sorry, Hazō, got to go with the majority here," Noburi agreed. "You know the Wakahisa use... secret means in order to let us do the whole chakra-water-barrel thing. Imagine if an enemy got hold of those means, and figured out a way to cut the link between a ninja and his barrel from a distance. That's it. No more Wakahisa Clan."

"You see?" Kagome screeched, his pent-up feelings finally giving him the strength to ignore Akane. "You can't just say 'oh, Dumbbutt is so special that we'd better put our whole clan on the line for her'! You can't just say 'well, I can't see how this could go wrong, so I may as well let it go'! That's the kind of thinking that leads to dead sealmasters! If you want to survive, you Take. No. Risks!"

"Ah, yes," Keiko said coolly. "Hazō, your continuing trend of verbal incompetence is an embarrassment to this team. While there must presumably be some matters in this world that can be resolved through the naïve application of morality, the majority need to be addressed through actual intelligent thought.

"Kagome." The temperature of her voice, already uncomfortable, dropped several dozen degrees.

Kagome looked at her warily.

"Your behaviour is so disconnected from reality as to be the very definition of delusional. Did you imagine that killing a Leaf ninja would make us safer? Then consider a few of the likelier scenarios.

"Leaf discovers our actions. As comrade-killers are a liability to say the least, we are immediately banished from Leaf, leaving Mari-sensei and all our hopes of lasting safety behind.

"But no, that is foolishly optimistic. We already know Leaf's response to those who threaten the lives of its citizens. A killbox.

"Then perhaps Jiraiya can intervene on our behalf? Is it not his clan that we protected? But Jiraiya's authority is already unstable. His clansmen committing murder shows that he exercised poor judgement in adopting them, and that he cannot keep them under control. He will be stripped of the Hokage position in short order, at the end of his emergency term if not before."

Cold fire entered Keiko's voice, a mercifully rare element capable of destroying the world if unleashed in sufficient quantity.

"What happens when a leader is gone with no replacement prepared? A power struggle that leaves the village hopelessly vulnerable. If Uzumaki were recovered, the village might be able to protect itself, but wait! You have just sabotaged the mission that might make that recovery possible, and cast down the man responsible for seeing it through.

"Who will invade? Mist is weakened but craving revenge. Cloud, its likely ally, is at full strength. Rock has been building its forces for years, and even Sand might be tempted given their eternal need for more arable land. If invaded under such circumstances, the village will certainly fall. Will we be killed? Imprisoned? Locked in a sealing factory for the rest of our lives? The imagination runs wild!

"'We can conceal her murder!' cries the passionate optimist apparently dwelling within your frame. Will this conviction withstand questioning at the hands of Jiraiya? The Yamanaka? Leaf's Torture and Interrogation Unit? For recall that we are missing-nin, newly adopted and not yet trusted, and perhaps there are even those who blame us, the skywalker-givers, for the losses incurred on Jiraiya's ill-fated mission. Certainly, there are those who will look for any misdeeds on our part, so as to bring down Jiraiya and be strengthened by the fall of an enemy. We will be questioned. We will be asked how Minami came to perish on a low-threat courier mission, while under orders to avoid any engagements. What foe outraced our skywalkers and penetrated our collective defences so devastatingly as to leave no body to recover? Will you, Kagome, lie with the artifice to deceive them all… for the rest of your life?

"If not, I hear the killbox beckoning us all."

Kagome-sensei's eyes were hollow and his hands were flicking against each other convulsively, as if trying to prime exploding tags that weren't there. After a second, he fell to his knees.

Keiko gazed down on him as his body was racked with sobs, and there was nothing in her gaze but dispassionate satisfaction.

"I'm so sorry," Kagome-sensei blubbered. "Dumb—Minami, please forgive me! I didn't think!"

He crawled over to her, grabbing at her ankles.

"Please don't tell Leaf what I did! Please! I'll do anything! I… seals! I can give you seals! I know lots of seals. I'll give you as many as you like! Custom seals! Special seals! Secret seals! I'll invent new ones just for you! I'll sleep tied up hanging upside down from a tree if it'll make you feel better! I'll tell you every conspiracy I know! I'll… I'll… Just tell me what I can do so this doesn't hurt my team!"

Minami looked down at Kagome-sensei bemusedly. "Kind of hard to hate him when he's like this."

She sighed. "All right. Get up, you crazy idiot.

"You guys, I'm putting you on probation. Still not one hundred percent convinced you're not evil, but since the Hokage's willing to give you a chance, I will too. Don't do anything to make me regret it.

"And Kagome, just so we're clear... you're my bitch now. I haven't decided yet how you're going to make up for trying to murder me in my sleep, but believe me, there's going to be a lot of making up involved."

She leaned down and pulled Kagome-sensei to his feet.

"There's a deal, though. I'm going to drop the attempted murder from my report, and you're going to seek help. Professional help. You think it's OK to kill people just because it seems like a good idea at the time, and I will not have someone like that wandering around my village unsupervised. The Hokage will know what to do. Maybe the Yamanaka can straighten you out."

"Of course," Kagome-sensei stammered. "Whatever you say!"

Hazō suspected that Kagome-sensei hadn't quite processed the fact that he'd just potentially agreed to undergo a Yamanaka mind-scan, and possibly worse. He decided he wouldn't be the one to point it out.

"Oh, one more thing," Minami said. "Mori? You're fucking scary. Remind me not to get on your bad side."

"That is the highest praise anyone has offered me in months," Keiko said demurely.
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Chapter 129.1: Kagome's Apology

It happened at breakfast, after Noburi had finished helping Kagome-sensei recover from morning exercises with Minami.

The sealmaster rose shakily from his seat, and stood so that the rest of the group was facing him in a rough semicircle.

"I…" he mumbled. "I just wanted to… I… I wanted to say…"

He trailed off. His mouth opened and closed helplessly as if he was a hooked fish gasping for water.

Finally, his eyes lit up as if he'd hit on an idea. His gaze snapped into the middle distance.

"I mishandled a risk assessment and implemented a personal project without seeking feedback from the rest of the team," he pronounced like a Leaf printing press stamping words onto paper line by line. "I… how'd it go… I humbly apologise for this violation of procedure and am prepared to accept any disciplinary measures my supervisors deem appropriate."

His eyes refocused again. "I thought I was doing the right thing," he said quietly but clearly. "I really did. I thought getting rid of Dumbbutt, uh, I mean Minami, was just eliminating another risk, like we do every day. But I guess in all my years alone, I forgot that… there's a reason sealmasters work in groups. It means if one person screws up, somebody else might notice before the trial phase.

"I… Despite everything, when it counted, I forgot what it meant that we were a team.

"Back at the lab, they'd put me on meatbag duty for this—if I was lucky. I don't… I don't know what I'm supposed to do now, but I swear I'll find some way to make it up to you."

Kagome-sensei bowed, and bowed deep. The gesture of abject submission from Hazō's master made Hazō feel a little sick inside.

"I'm so sorry," Kagome-sensei said to the skytower floor. "Please don't hate me. Please don't kick me out."

The team exchanged glances. Nobody knew what to say—or, in Hazō's case, even how to feel.

Noburi was first to recover from his stupour, using the time-honoured technique of deliberately missing the point.

"Meatbag duty?"

Kagome-sensei took this as his cue to unbow.

"Front-line tester," he explained matter-of-factly. "Means that when there's a sealing failure you get blown up first, and everyone else either takes notes or runs like hell, depending."

"Apology accepted," Keiko said seriously, but Hazō recognised an ironic smile dancing somewhere behind her eyes without quite making its way to her mouth. "While we do not intend for you to atone for your act of unimaginable folly with your life, understand that there will be consequences, and I am not speaking only of the slow, laborious and painful process of rebuilding trust with those you have wronged.

"On which note," she turned to Akane, her tone changing not a jot, "I believe it is now your turn to carelessly place the team in mortal peril. I ask only that you do so after I have gained access to the Nara Clan Library."

Minami just looked between them, taking in everyone's expressions of calm acceptance. "You people really are weird."
 
Chapter 130: Secrets

He'd been silent long enough; it was time to speak the truth and make his teammates hear it.

Hazō took a deep breath to brace himself. "Noburi," he said. "I'd like to apologize."

Across the easily-storage-sealed hibachi that the team used for cooking dinner while sitting a mile in the air, Noburi's chopsticks paused. The former missing-nin looked at his teammate for a moment, then shrugged. "Sure, whatever. Apology accepted." He went back to eating.

Hazō blinked. "No, really. I mean it. I'm sorry. Minami is our squad leader but I should not have revealed your secrets in front of her. I fucked up badly."

Noburi sighed. He shot Hazō a meaningful look, then subtly nodded towards an attentive Minami.

Hazō shook his head, refusing to back down. "Minami, I'm saying this with you here because I feel like it needs to be dealt with immediately but I don't want you to think that I'm sneaking around behind your back whispering with the others. Plus, I need you to understand it as well. My bloodline is from a clan but I wasn't raised in the clan. Momma was kicked out for marrying poppa. I have no idea what it's like to grow up in a clan, and so I didn't really absorb the idea about clan secrets."

"Or secrets in general," Noburi mumbled into his noodles.

Hazō grimaced. "That's...not unfair. I really am sorry. I wanted us to be a team—Minami, I wanted you to be part of that team. I was hoping that if we could do a mission together, if we could work together to make a plan and execute on it, then maybe we could start to build some trust."

"And, of course, revealing my clan secrets and telling an outsider—no offense, Minami—"

She shrugged. "None taken."

"—revealing my clan secrets and my ace-in-the-hole technique, the legendary technique that I figured out on my own with no instruction, the thing that showed I was mastering my bloodline, the trick that could have saved my ass in a fight...yeah, revealing that to the first chūnin to come along, for the sake of taking out a civilian when we could have just walked in and punched him, that was definitely the right way to promote team bonding."

"I don't know what else to say, man. I'm really sorry. Especially since I didn't even realize the magnitude of the screwup until you all explained it."

Noburi sighed tiredly. "Hazō, you're a smart guy and a loyal teammate. You saved us from the spiderbear back in the Swamp. You convinced Kagome to join us; he's saved our lives any number of times, albeit that's kinda balanced by the fact that he almost killed our squad leader, got us all executed for treason, indirectly caused the destruction of Leaf, and possibly plunged the Elemental Nations into World War Four—"

Minami snorted quiet amusement.

"Sorry," Kagome mumbled, looking at his feet.

"—so maybe you don't get credit for that one. You saved us when we got captured after the Liberator mess. You invented the misterators, which really help me punch above my weight class, and I owe you for that even though you did leak the secret and I am not thinking about that because I want to stay positive instead of furious and you came up with the idea for skywalkers, and you cast the deciding vote for going to Leaf. That's worked out pretty well for us. I'm trying really hard to remember all these things because my alternative is to hate you so much that I punch you in the face until your brain turns to pudding. I don't want to do that. We're a good team, even if you are a fucking idiot and I want us to stay a team. So I'm really trying to focus on the positives here."

"Thank you," Hazō said, trying hard not to seem shocked at his teammate's maturity. "I just...I know how hard you worked to master your technique. If you had revealed skywalkers to Jiraiya before I was ready to do it, I'd be devastated. I messed up and I know it. I really want to make this right. I'll do whatever it takes."

"Hazō..." Noburi said, trailing off. He sighed, then shook his head tiredly. "What is it with you and secrets, huh? You can't manage to keep even one thing between your teeth? I mean, it's not like I've been telling Minami that you wet the bed until you were nine—"

Minami blinked.

"—or how you're such an idiot about girls that Pandā knew you and Akane were in love before you did—"

Keiko choked on her stir fry. Hazō blushed furiously. Akane, sitting close enough beside him that their thighs touched, just lifted her chin defiantly and made only a cursory effort to hide the small smile playing across her lips.

"—or how you went and cozied up to Yamanaka like, two minutes after telling Akane you were into her, all without even realizing that you were doing it—"

Hazō's eyes got wide and he looked at Akane in panic. She rolled her eyes and shook her head at him.

"—or about that time when Mari-sensei told us that the clan elder had said we couldn't talk to him anymore, and five minutes later you proposed that we go talk to him. Or how we call you Mr. MEW because you thought that instead of making a secure sleeping area with Multiple Earth Wall it would be better to sleep under canvas and get eaten by a chakra monster so that we didn't leave evidence of where we'd been for some random person who might theoretically at some point in the future possibly stumble across where we'd slept weeks earlier after we were hundreds of miles away."

Minami laughed.

"Noburi, I—"

"No, no, it's okay! I understand that lying has always been hard for you. I mean, that old woman in Iron spotted you as a ninja within two sentences."

Keiko coughing got worse; Minami pounded her on the back to help her not suffocate. Both of them were having trouble hiding the laughter that struggled to burst out.

"And of course there's the fact that the whole reason you got assigned to the original mission that made us all missing-nin was because you cheated the Yakuza and got caught by a civilian."

"Uh, Noburi...."

"Oh, and then there was the time you wanted to tie Keiko up and dominate her."

"You what?!"

"Do not be offended on my behalf, Minami. I was quite enthusiastic about the idea."

"It wasn't like that! That's not how it went at all!"

Akane shook her head sadly. "Hazō, it's not youthful to lie and especially not to oneself. You did in fact want to tie Keiko up and make her follow your commands."

Hazō glared at the World's Worst Girlfriend with a look made of equal parts shock, horror, and betrayal. "What do...you can't...why...? Minami, I didn't—!"

Minami sat back, raising her hands. "I'm not judging," she said. "You guys are grownups, you can make whatever sort of relationships you want. You wouldn't be the first teammates to share a bedroll."

"That never happened!"

"Oh, speaking of bedrolls—Kagome, remember that time that Hazō got all fussed about preparing for winter and telling us how we should winterproof the shelter and make winter clothes and everything?"

Kagome was clearly surprised to be addressed; his head snapped up and he looked around the group nervously. "Yeah?"

Noburi looked at Minami and rolled his eyes conspiratorially. "Kagome had been living in the woods for years and knew everything there was to know about winter survival. Mr. Mew here hadn't done any rough-field camping since the Wilderness Survival class at the Academy, but suddenly he's all full of ideas about how we should go to some of the locals to get help with winterproofing our quarters."

Minami smiled back, the expression a little uncertain. On the one hand, Noburi was sharing the joke with her and inviting her into the social circle. On the other hand, he was doing it at least in part to use her as a weapon against Hazō. On the stabbing hand, it was only in part—some of it was clearly a genuine invitation to be part of the team's social circle. "It's not too surprising," she said. "Hazō, sounds to me like you were trying to be proactive and take care of your team but didn't think it all the way through. Kami know that I did that enough when I was starting out."

"Oh?" Hazō asked, seizing upon the olive branch with desperate hands. "Tell us about that."

"Well, there was this one time...."




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Author's Notes:

Memorial Day is a federal holiday in the USA during which we honor the memory of those who fell in service to the American armed forces. The holiday is technically tomorrow but my co-founder and I are having the Memorial Day picnic today, so I will be spending the rest of the day preparing, celebrating, and cleaning up. As such, I'm cutting the update here.

@Traiden, you are the only MfD player that I specifically remember as being in the military, although I'm sure there are others. To you and all of our other military players in particular: thank you for your service. To all those men and women throughout the world who serve with honor as protectors of their nation, whatever nation that might be: thank you for your service. To all of our non-military players: please join with me in honoring those who protect us.





A week has passed in game. You have completed all the dropoffs in River, collecting several more messages along the way. At the request of one of Jiraiya's agents you retrieved a young man and his sister from a hamlet two hours (as the ninja runs) away and brought them back to the agent's shop; all three seemed enormously relieved to see each other. They vanished into the back room and ten minutes later Jiraiya's agent came out with much grateful bowing and a stack of letters+delivery instructions.

You are currently camped out, on the ground and inside a MEW fortress, on a tiny hill in the Land of Wind. Minami is inside the city and you are under strict orders to wait for her without attracting attention or—and she was very firm about this—killing anyone. She has no skywalkers or skytowers with her and you are under orders not to use yours unless directly attacked by ninja.

You are alone with your team, surrounded by hundreds of miles of rolling desert, with nothing to occupy your thoughts except for watching the occasional bug crawl across the wall of your fort. What do you do?

EDIT: Forgot to say: You are on the ground because Minami ordered you to the be on the ground. You have a flag that means "we are bodyguards to an official visitor". You have orders that if anyone talks to you ("ninja, civilian, or the Sage himself", as Minami put it) you are to say nothing other than "our ambassador is in the city now and I'm very sorry but for opsec reasons we are under orders not to talk with anyone beyond that."
 
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[probably AU] Interlude: Endangering Arito
Interlude: Endangering Arito

Knock. "Headmistress?" Knock, knock. "Are you free, Headmistress?" Knock, knock, knock.

Jin put her brush down with a sigh. There was only one reason Furuta would be knocking on her door right now. "Come in. What did he do now?"

"The little cheater figured out the locking seal on the teacher's cabinet. Got in and dug out tomorrow's exam. We need to—"

Jin raised an eyebrow. "No he didn't."

"Yes, Headmistress, he did. I saw him coming out of the teacher's lounge myself, and when I looked in the cabinet the exam had been moved in the stack."

"There is no way that that boy needed to see the exam questions ahead of time. You know that, I know that, and he knows that. He was up to something else."

Furuta paused, his fussing derailed. "I don't see what...none of the other cabinets were disturbed, so he wasn't after any of the advanced instruction manuals. That one is just the introductory course materials—exams, assignments, labs, that sort of thing." He thought a bit longer. "I'll check. Regardless, this is the third time this month he's acted out like this. We can't have this. He needs to be—"

Jin rubbed her face tiredly, reminding herself that Furuta was a brilliant sealmaster and an excellent teacher with a perfect safety record and the school was very lucky to have him, even if he was a stuck-up egotistical snot who carried grudges to the ends of the earth. "Furuta, the locking seals on those cabinets are simple exactly because we want to see who will have the initiative to break them. Now go figure out what he actually did."

Furuta's face imploded into disapproval. "Yes, Headmistress."

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Done, Jin thought, setting her brush down in satisfaction. Clean desk, no more paperwork, and still time for six hours sleep before the next batch came in. Best of all, Furuta hadn't been back to whine at her about—

Knock knock knock knock knock. "Headmistress! Headmistress! Are you there, Headmistress?!"

Oh, look. Think the demon's name and he shall appear.

"Come in, Furuta." She composed herself carefully, hands clasped patiently on the desk and face composed in neutral stillness that completely masked how much she wanted to throttle the vengeful little weasel. She had been this close to bed!

Furuta stomped in, one hand waving a fistful of papers and the other clamped around the wrist of a ten-year-old boy with messy black hair and the decidely rumpled look of someone who had been dragged awake minutes earlier.

Furuta was too agitated even to sit. He shoved the boy into a chair, dropped a stack of loose papers on Jin's desk, and paced up and down while gesticulating wildly. "Look at this! This is an Article Seven violation! This little beast is a menace, and he has no respect for the art!"

Jin picked up the papers and sorted through them. "What am I looking at?"

"Mentor assignments! The brat changed the mentors!"

Jin went back through, carefully crossreferencing names to figure out what had Furuta so worked up. "I'm not seeing it. Every team has a mentor, the projects are all still the same...." She frowned. "Hang on, Arito was assigned to mentor the senior team?" She barely caught herself from saying 'He doesn't have the skills for that'; one did not criticize teachers in front of students, after all. Still, the senior team was doing a containment project and there was no way that Arito should be allowed within a mile of that.

"I know! This is a clear-cut violation of Article Seven: Deliberate Endangerment. The little beast is a third-form student so he's too advanced to be simply expelled. We'll need to execute him, and I'm thinking—"

"Hold on a moment, if you please." She turned to the slouched ten-year-old who was the subject of the debate. Despite the fact that one of his teachers was stomping around yelling about executing him, Kagome looked more sullen than afraid.

"Kagome, did you switch Arito-sensei's assignment?"

"Of course he did! He obviously wanted Arito dead, so—"

"Furuta. A moment, if you please," Jin said, a hint of steel in her tone. "I was speaking to Kagome. Young man, did you switch the assignments?"

"Yeah."

"I see. Why?"

"Stinkyhead's a dummy. Suzuki-sensei is much better."

Jin frowned. Undiplomatic, but completely accurate. There were never enough sealmasters, much less sealmasters willing to teach; the school couldn't afford to turn anyone away if they were remotely competent, but Arito was right on the cusp. "Kagome...Arito-sensei was never your teacher. How do you even know what he's like?"

"Saw him at lunch, bragging to some seniors about how he had connected a ninth-dimensional inverter directly to a Fumiwara matrix because it was easier than using a bisection for chakra suppression. 'Just as good', he said. Stinking idiot."

Jin frowned. It was...probably true that hooking an inverter to a Fumiwara would be sufficient, but it definitely wasn't as stable as a full bisection. That was remarkably advanced theory for a third-year to understand. More importantly, if Arito really had been skimping on safety precautions....

"Kagome, why didn't you bring this to the attention of one of the teachers?"

Kagome glared at her through his hair. "Like they'd listen to me? 'No need to worry, Kagome.' 'Three redirections is enough, Kagome.' 'Two hundred feet is far enough, Kagome.' Stinking idiots."

Jin raised an inquiring eyebrow at Furuta. The fussy little man waved dismissively. "The boy is ridiculously paranoid, Headmistress. He disrupts class constantly, always demanding more—"

"Oh yeah?! It wasn't my team that got turned inside out last year, was it, poopface?!"

"Kagome! You will show respect for Furuta-sensei!"

The boy folded his arms and sank down farther in his seat. "Don't see why. His face was full of poop. Probably got into his brain, too."

Jin forced herself not to smile. The incident had been a tragedy and it was only Furuta's quick thinking that had prevented it from being a disaster when the inversion nexus started growing. Still, once the furor had died down it had been pretty funny to see Furuta cursing up a storm while flapping his arms in rage; being covered in the contents of a rapidly-inverted intestine would have upset anyone, but the fussy and fastidious teacher had been outright apoplectic.

"Kagome," she said, letting ice creep into her tone, "you will be respectful of your teachers. Apologize."

The boy tried to match her stare and couldn't. He flicked a still-sullen glance at Furuta, then looked down again. "Sorry I said the poop got in your brain," he mumbled.

"Headmistress—!"

Jin held up a hand to cut him off. "Kagome, your attitude is not acceptable. We will deal with that in a minute, however. I still want to know why you endangered Arito-sensei."

For the first time, Kagome's sullen expression broke; it was replaced by a confused frown. "Huh?"

"You said that you thought Arito-sensei was a 'stinking idiot', but you assigned him to the senior team. The senior team's project is dangerous; if you thought that Arito-sensei wasn't sufficiently careful, why did you assign him there?"

Baffled shrug. "That was where Suzuki-sensei was."

Jin blinked. Something was really not adding up here. "What did Suzuki-sensei have to do with this?"

"She's good. Duh."

Well, that was true enough. As far as Jin was concerned, Suzuki was a gift straight from the kami. In ten years, not a single student had died on Suzuki's watch and there had been remarkably few maimings. Not even one breach to the Out, either.

Hang on. Kagome wasn't saying that he'd assigned Arito to the senior team, he was saying that he'd switched Arito for Suzuki. Why? Arito hadn't been Kagome's team mentor.

"Why would you switch them, Kagome?"

The boy squirmed uncomfortably. "Hoga's in second year," he mumbled.

A picture of a fat boy with an earnest face and mediocre skills flickered through Jin's mind. "How does Hoga fit into this, Kagome?"

"Stinkyhead was supposed to be Hoga's team mentor," Kagome mumbled. "Hoga's nice. Gave me half his sandwich when Taira threw my lunch in the muckheap."

Jin shook her head; she wasn't sure if she was amused, appalled, or something completely else. Still, one thing was clear: this had not been an Article Seven. Kagome had been trying to keep Hoga safe, not endanger Arito. Sure, his actions could theoretically have gotten Arito and the senior team killed, but in practice there were plenty of other safeguards in place. Among them the fact that Headmistress Jin would have noticed the assignment and changed it the moment the first design proposal was submitted for review.

"All right, I've heard enough," she said. "Kagome, you do not seem to understand what you've done. Allow me to explain a few things to you...."



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EDIT: This update was extremely rushed and it has been pointed out in the comments that I was sloppy with a number of things, including a few that weren't noticed yet. I'm working and/or moving for the next few days so I won't have time to fix it before Sunday and then I'll be busy writing the next update. Let's say it's probably an AU and not necessarily part of MfD canon.
 
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