Interlude: Dissonant Values
Interlude: Dissonant Values

"Hazō," Yuno said hesitantly, her fingers running along Satsuko's haft as if for reassurance (hopefully for reassurance). "Clan Lord. I wanted to thank you for the ceremony. You bribed the Hokage to permit it, and you took a whole day off at a critical time, and you crafted the Thrice-Bound Cage yourself even though it meant permanently sacrificing some of your soul experience."

What?! Oh, Noburi would pay for this.

"It meant more than I can say," she went on. "Not just because now my life path is a little closer to how the teachings say it should be, but because you care. This past year has been the best of my life, between being allowed to make friends, and Noburi, and having people smile when I come down for breakfast, and only act a little bit like I could kill them at any moment without a good reason, which isn't true at all, and do things they otherwise wouldn't do just because they want me to be happy. I can't ever forget everything you've all done for me. That's why…" She gave a brave smile, but didn't look him in the eye. "If you have to sacrifice me, I think I can make my peace with it. You won't have to wait until I'm not there or tell me it's part of some clever scheme where I'll be OK in the end. Just… please give me a little time first, if you can. And look after Satsuko. It would be sad if she stopped being a Gōketsu just because I died."

Through pure strength of will, Hazō managed not to facepalm. It would have been insensitive.

"Yuno, nobody is sacrificing anybody. Nobody did sacrifice anybody. Mari came up with the best solution she could to make sure everyone was safe, the rest of us built on it, and we managed to run rings around Orochimaru without losing anyone or anything except a whole lot of sanity, points with Tsunade, and a marker the size of the Hyūga compound owed to Shikamaru. The Gōketsu can, will, and do work miracles if that's what it takes to protect our family."

"Hazō, Mari isn't here," Yuno said. "You don't have to lie to spare her feelings. Or sugarcoat things for me, if that's what you're doing."

"I'm not," Hazō said patiently. "Mari did the very best she could. If you want to challenge that, you have to prove you could have done better, with so little time and under so much pressure, and without the benefit of hindsight. That's not possible, not for any of us. And on top of that, if she'd really wanted to sacrifice Kei, she wouldn't have immediately put herself in the line of fire to save her."

"I'm not stupid, Hazō," Yuno said. "There are legends about people who manage to trick asuras. Nobody expects a mortal to be able to do it twice, even if they're as cunning as Mari. But what she did instead was wrong. Kei only survived because Orochimaru didn't get suspicious, and didn't get impatient, and didn't go look himself at ninja speed, or send a shadow clone or a summon to look for her, or leave one with you in which case you couldn't have warned her, or run right after you the second he realised he'd been tricked instead of hurting Mari and going home, or come by first thing in the morning and kidnap Kei on her way to the Tower, or on her way out, or use one of the powers of the Serpent that Consumes All It Does Not Understand to do things we can't even guess at because there's only one person in Leaf who knows him at all and I bet even she doesn't know half of what he can do!"

She paused to catch her breath. Her grip around Satsuko was tighter.

"I know you had plans. Some of them put you at risk, and that's very heroic. But Mari didn't know in advance what you'd come up with, and nor did you, and neither of you knew they'd work. If you'd picked the wrong one, or if the Hokage had sent Tsunade out of Leaf on a mission first thing after the meeting, or any one of a thousand ifs that even someone as smart as you can't estimate how likely they are, Kei would be dead. How different is 'sacrificed unless everything works out just right' from 'sacrificed for real'?"

"There was no perfect solution, Yuno!" Hazō exclaimed. "If there was, Mari would have taken it in a flash, and so would I. Sometimes you just have to face awful, difficult decisions where there's no right answer. Having to learn how to deal with those, and live with the consequences, is a part of ninja life that none of us get to escape."

"Hazō," Yuno interrupted, "I know you are very intelligent while I'm only about average, but please don't patronise me. I've been a ninja longer than you, and I've been on many hunts where things go wrong and you can't save everyone and you're a bad person no matter who you pick—not to other people, because that tapir has long since fled, but to yourself."

"Then what's your answer, Yuno?" Hazō demanded, throwing his arms open in frustration. "If you know that sometimes there are only bad choices, and you don't think Mari could have come up with some amazing trick to send Orochimaru packing altogether, then what do you want her—us—to have done?"

Yuno looked down at Satsuko for a few seconds, as if conferring.

"I think…" she said slowly, "that even if you don't recognise the Pangolin Summoner as holy, it is proper for a person who can consent to sacrifice themselves for a person who can't, and for a brother to sacrifice himself for a sister, and for a leader to sacrifice himself for the people he's sworn to protect. I think there is a difference between being faced with a choice and inventing one. I may not understand right and wrong the way other people do, but I think that wrong doesn't become right just because the kami smile on you in the end."

"Yuno," Hazō said, aghast, "are you saying I should have let Orochimaru take me?"

"It was your right," Yuno said. "Mari took that from you. You would never have thrown your sister to the wolves to save yourself just because she was within reach, but Mari did, and told everyone that it was moral as long as her death wasn't guaranteed. Whatever choices she made after that, whatever risks she took, none of it changes the fact that Kei's life was not hers to give away.

"I can tell you disagree." She bowed her head. "You can punish me now."

Hazō didn't punish her.

But what did you say to someone who told you that you were worth dying for in one breath and then told you to die because it was the right thing to do in the next?

Huh.

Maybe he understood Kei a little better now.
 
Chapter 479: Science and Starlight

"Okay, fearless leader, what are we doing here?" Noburi demanded, covering a yawn as he spoke. "And why are we here barely past the buttcrack of dawn?" He waved vaguely towards the morning-orange sunbeams barely lumbering over the tree line. "I wanted to sleep late today."

"Morning, Nobs," Hazō said around the jaw-cracking yawn that Noburi's had induced. "'Buttcrack of dawn'? It's nine o'clock and I've been awake for three hours already, so I don't have a lot of sympathy. I talked to Asuma earlier about how the Gōketsu can best help, and he put me on Kagome-sensei training duty. Need to get him signed on as the Arachnid Summoner as soon as possible but you and the other summoners are more field-ready than I am so he doesn't want to spend your time on teaching. I'm also doing relay work for Cannai, checking in with Kumokōgō to make sure everything is okay with the Dragons and the Great Seal, and running clan stuff, so I've got absolutely no time. Still, there's a thing I've been wanting to do for ages so I figured I'd squeeze it in."

"Yeesh. That sounds intense, bro. Any way I can help?"

"Actually, yes. The clan is a social disaster right now. Kei won't even look at Mari, Yuno is angry at Mari for endangering Kei and at me for not throwing myself on the tag instead of letting Kei be endangered, Haru—"

"Hang on, what was that about Yuno?"

"She thinks I should have sacrificed myself to Orochimaru instead of letting Mari distract him with Kei. I'm not sure if she's lost respect for me or what, but it's definitely not good. Oh, and she was fully expecting me to punish her for speaking her mind, so that's fun."

"Uh..."

"Yeah. Anyway, I'm about done with this shit. Yes, what Mari did bothers me on an instinctive level. On a rational level I recognize that Mari was under field conditions with no time to think, but she still came up with a great plan that saved everyone. And she put herself in harm's way in order to keep the rest of us safe. Are there other things she could have done? Sure. Would those things have worked? Who knows. If Mari had offered any of her own techniques or knowledge—Truth Lost in the Fog or whatever—then Orochimaru would have had both of us standing right there in front of him, so why wouldn't he take both? Could she have lied straight to Orochimaru's face and completely made something up? Not the way to bet, and I trust the infiltrator jōnin to know whether she could pull it off.

"Kei and Yuno are having lots of fun playing after-action commander, tearing Mari down with all these ideas that they are coming up with under calm conditions with plenty of time to think. Of course, they don't come up with the things that we could have done, like reverse summon to the Seventh Path for a couple of days while you and Shikamaru went to Asuma and asked him to field-deploy Orochimaru. No, it's only the things that Mari should have sacrificed, or that I should have sacrificed. And, of course, I can't say that to either of them because it will just make things worse."

He shook his head tiredly. "Honestly, Noburi? Your wife is beautiful, and an incredible fighter, and has tremendous integrity, and I'm glad she's here because she makes you happy. That said, there are times when she and Kei are just infuriating."

Noburi chuckled. "Of course I do not share these sentiments, because I recognize that my wife and sister are both perfect in every way. That said, I can understand how you might have those feelings."

"Suck up."

"Survivor. Anyway, what do you want me to do?"

"Whatever you can to keep things calm. If you can find a way to put the eggs back together, do it. Otherwise, keep things from getting any worse."

"You got it, boss man. Now, what are we doing here today?"

"Right, sorry. This won't take but a few minutes. For a long time, I've been wanting to do some research into chakra quantization. I feel like it's something we should be able to measure and I want to take a shot at that."

"Measure chakra? Hazō, chakra isn't like water. You can't pour it into a mug to see how much you've got."

"Just go with me on this, okay?"

Noburi shrugged. "Whatever, boss. What can I do?"

"I've already dumped my reserves doing Substitutions. I came here as soon as I woke up, when my reserves were pretty much full, and I was able to do it sixteen times. I want to refill and try that a couple more times, then try doing the same with Multiple Earth Wall."

"Why? You've already done the Substitutions thing, why do you need to do it again?"

"Maybe it will be different this time. Seals are like that—the phase of the moon is relevant when you're making storage seals, so if you do something on Monday it might not work on Wednesday. Jutsu might be the same."

"Seems dopey but then again it's you. Here you go."

"Thanks." Hazō took the proffered cup of chakra water and glugged it down, feeling the inner roar of chakra surging back into his channels. "Okay, here we go." He flickered away, bouncing around the field as he swapped back and forth between the various logs and boulders that he had placed around.

"Seventeen," he said, collapsing to all fours on the frozen ground, retching as his body protested against the demands on his suddenly-emptied coils.

"I counted eighteen," Noburi said.

Hazō moaned and let his head hang in despair for a moment, then looked up. "Are you serious or are you screwing with me?"

"Serious. I would never."

"Uh-huh. Okay, let's try it again."

Hazō drank once more and then repeated the exercise.

"Nineteen? Nineteen?! What the fuck?!"

"Hey, I told you that chakra wasn't something you can measure."

Hazō sighed. "Fine, whatever. Let's try it with MEW. I'm going to do the smallest one I can, at normal speed instead of combat speed, and I'm going to conjure them on top of those logs so that they're chakra constructs." His fingers twitched as he wrote those words into the air. He would use the Iron Nerve to replay them onto paper once he got back to the estate.

"Think you could do it quick like?" Noburi demanded, amused. "I didn't eat yet."

"Yeah, yeah." He flexed his fingers, shaking them a bit to get the blood moving so that they wouldn't be too stiff to form handseals, and then flicked through the technique until the trickles of chakra left in his coils were not enough to continue.

"Ten times," Noburi noted.

"Yeah, and I'm not as utterly flattened as I was with Substitutions. Okay, one more refill and let's try that again."

"You know you're burning through my supply, right? Much more and I'll have to post some refill missions if I want to do anything today, and that's half my day gone." Despite the protestations, he held out a cup full of water brimming with chakra. "Also, you're getting close to what Tsunade decided is the safe limit on how much of this you can drink in a day. Two more and you're done."

"Will do. Thanks." He drank the water and promptly dumped all the chakra it provided him into conjuring masses of granite that rose up from nowhere, fell over because the logs they had been cast atop were not stable enough to support them, and disappeared half a minute later. "Nine times. Damnit, why can't things be consistent?"

"The universe hates you? Here, drink up so you aren't more useless than usual, then let's go get some food."

o-o-o-o​

"Hazō? What are we doing here?" Ino asked. She looked to Akane for an answer but the green-clad girl shrugged in amusement.

"Hm?" Hazō said, from where he was shuffling through storage seals. "Oh, right. I was realizing that there is a special thing that I've done with Akane but I've never done with you, and I thought it was time you had the chance to enjoy it too."

Ino's expression became guarded. "Oh?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, I've had a lot of practice and I'm good at it. You'll love it. Akane, I thought it would be even better if you were with us. I'm sure you'll love the expression on Ino's face when it happens. And this time I remembered to bring a couple mattresses so we'll all be comfortable."

Akane, Deceit: 8 - 6 (dice) = 2
Ino, Deceit: Beats that, even if she rolls -12.


Akane was trying desperately to keep her face serious so as not to ruin the joke. Sadly, the Junior Goddess of Youth was terrible at lying, or even at pretending.

"Akane," Ino said. "What is he talking about and are my clan elders going to get mad at me for it?"

"It depends," Akane said. "Do the Yamanaka put a strong priority on chastity?"

"Akane." Ino's voice was sharper now, but there was a trace of amusement layered in with the uncertainty.

"We're going for a sunset picnic, honey," Hazō said, grinning. "No hanky-panky."

One blonde eyebrow rose in scathing rebuke. "A picnic? Here?" She looked around the random chunk of muddy ground near the north end of the Gōketsu estate. "Not to be a bitch, but couldn't you find someplace a little more romantic?"

"Wait for it," Akane said, moving forward to help Hazō with the skytower platform elements that he had had finally produced from the relevant storage seal.

With three of them working together it was easy enough to stair-step the two platforms up into the sky. The routine was familiar, straight out of the Leaf Advanced Ninja Tactics handbook, Ninety-Third Edition:

  • Remove skytower components from storage seal. Contents to include:
    • Frame elements, wooden, (4), labeled Fa1-4
    • Frame elements, wooden, (4), labeled Fb1-4
    • Pins for attaching frame elements, wooden, (8)
    • Ninja wire, coil, 50', (2), labeled C1 and C2
    • Ropes, 3', clips on both ends, (4)
    • Camouflage blanket, (1), wrapping other items for storage
  • Arrange contents neatly on ground and verify that you have a complete set of elements. Fa1 (top left element) and Fa4 (bottom right element) should have a tab extending from two sides. Fa2 (top right element) and Fa3 (bottom left element) should have corresponding slots
  • Connect frame elements Fa1-4 by sliding tabs on elements Fa1 and Fa4 into corresponding vertical slots on elements Fa2 and Fa3. The result should be a square wooden grid 10' per side consisting of 20 rows of 20 posts 1" diameter with connecting rods for rigidity
  • Combine frame elements Fb1-4 in the same way
  • Ensure that all tabs are firmly seated and both grids are stable
  • Insert wooden pins through holes in slots to prevent tabs from lifting out
  • Thread C1 (ninja wire, coil, 50') through the holes in the posts of the Fa grid starting from the top left corner, moving to the right, then down and left through the second row of posts.
  • ...


The protocol went on for three more pages but in essence it was simple: Assemble two lifter platforms, each one a wooden grid with a continuous piece of ninja wire looped through it. To each lifter platform, attach the central seal of a Five Seal Barrier to the wire and the four support seals to the frame, ensuring that they were not in contact with the wire, since the Five Seal Barrier would not activate if a support seal was on the same object as the central seal.

With the lifter platforms ready, raise the first one overhead and activate the Five Seal Barrier, thereby freezing the platform in space. Climb atop the platform and freeze the second lifter platform just above it, attaching the two with ropes. Climb onto the upper lifter platform, reach down and deactivate the seal on the first one so that it swung freely. Pull it up, freeze it in place above the one you are standing on, climb atop it, and repeat this procedure until you are arbitrarily high in the sky, unsupported by anything that an enemy might spot or sabotage, with no trace left on the ground below of where you went. It was the perfect way to evade enemy pursuit when skywalkers were unavailable. It also made for an excellent military logistics and intelligence gathering post.

Or, in this case, a lovely picnic spot.

Ino had been up skytowers during practice, as had every chūnin and jōnin in Leaf and even some genin. During practice the instructors typically took their charges through five or six repetitions of the "raise the next platform, climb up, pull the previous one up" cycle, meaning that the people atop the platform only ever got twenty or thirty feet up. That was very much not how Team Uplift rolled.

"I gather they're working on a new system," Hazō said as they climbed. "The lifter platforms will be bolted together with these rotating beams, so instead of having to haul them up manually you can just turn a wheel to spin the bottom one up above you, then you lock the top one, unlock the bottom one, climb up the support poles, and continue."

"I heard about that," Akane said. "They're testing to see if it's actually faster, or at least less tiring for the users." She was lying on her back, her feet chakra-locked to the platform she was on even as she did an extreme backbend to reach down to the prior platform. She chakra-adhered her hands to it, unlocked the central seal, and flipped the entire thing up with a casual demonstration of inhuman core strength. "Personally, I'm not sure what people find so tiring about this."

Hazō laughed, first at Akane's words and then at Ino's expression. "Sweetie, I think you sometimes forget that things have weight."

"You do that deliberately, don't you?" Ino demanded, lips twisted in amusement.

Akane looked up with a frown. "Do what?" Sadly, her deception skills had gotten no better since they left the ground, and thus her attempt at a look of puzzled innocence failed.

"Hah! I knew it! You're showing off!"

"Perhaps a little," Akane admitted, grinning. "Although I might comment that your appearance is unusually youthful tonight."

"I'm sure I have no idea what you mean."

"Oh? So the few delicate wisps artfully escaping from your elegant French twist hair style in ways that beautifully frame your face...that's just an accident?"

Ino touched her hair self-consciously. "This old thing? Oh, I just put it up to get it out of the way."

"And the subtle traces of kohl above your eyes, and the encarminement of your lips?"

"I deny everything. Also, 'encarminement'? Who are you and what have you done with Akane?"

Hazō, until now watching in silent amusement at the byplay, chuckled. "It's one of Mari's favorite words when she's being silly and overdramatic. It means 'made red', because 'carmine' is—"

"I know what it means, you goof," Ino said, poking him lightly and sticking out her tongue.

Hazō moved with ninja speed, one hand coming up from below to tap a finger on Ino's tongue before she could pull it back. The heiress eeped and jerked away, then glared at him reproachfully while her two sweethearts laughed.

"You're mean," Ino said, turning away and putting her nose in the air.

Hazō looped his arms around her from behind and kissed the side of her neck. "Your forgiveness I pray, most noble of ladies. However may I atone?"

Ino made a pleased-kitty noise and rubbed her shoulders back into him. "You could do that again."

Hazō obliged, this time kissing the other side before giving her a gentle nibble and standing up. Ino grumbled her displeasure at the departure of her warm backrest.

"Hold that thought," Hazō said. "We aren't high enough yet and we don't have much time."

Ino looked over the edge, then up at her partners in disbelief. "We're not high enough? Are you kidding? I can see halfway across Leaf!"

"I know!" Hazō said. "Not nearly high enough! Come on, help us."

"It's worth it, I promise," Akane told her, smiling.

o-o-o-o​

"Okay, this is worth it," Ino admitted.

They were half a mile in the air and Leaf was a far-off dollhouse below them. More importantly, the sun was a burnt umber fingernail on the horizon, the last of its rays about to vanish. The three sweethearts were lying atop a pair of mattresses and underneath a pile of blankets heavy enough to crush eggs. All three of them were propped up on their elbows, blankets tucked in tight around them so only their faces were exposed as they watched the sun set and the night reclaim the earth. Hazō was in the middle, Ino and Akane pressed tight against his sides both for contact and for body heat in the frozen air.

Hazō was barely aware of the sunset. All he could think about was the feel of Ino's right hand in his left and Akane's left in his right. In fact, not just their hands. Their shoulders and hips pressed in on him and both of them had put their freezing-cold feet on his toasty-warm calves in an effort to siphon all his body heat away. It was absolutely worth it. Oh, and Ino's hair was tickling his nose.

He tried to puff the hair away but succeeded only in blowing straight into Ino's ear and drawing a startled yelp.

"What was that?!"

"Sorry," he said, smiling in amusement at her outraged expression. "Your hair was tickling my nose." He let go of both of their hands so that he could rub the itch away on the back of his forearm, then roll onto his back and arrange his pillow for better neck support. Akane curled up next to him, her head on his chest, and it was the easiest thing in the world to slide an arm under her neck and around her shoulders. She made a happy noise at the contact and he stroked her arm in reply.

Ino had gotten over her very minor snit and, after a moment of arranging blankets for minimized heat escape and pillow for maximized comfort, she followed Akane's example and cuddled up to Hazō on his other side. Unlike Akane, she did not simply wait to be arm-circled; she picked his arm up and draped it around herself before settling down. Hazō chuckled and squeezed her close for a moment.

"This is nice," Ino said quietly. "When I'm at home at night, I'm always inside practicing or doing clan paperwork. I forget to look at the stars."

"Same, although not the paperwork part," Akane replied, her eyes locked on the heavens. "There are so many."

"Kagome-sensei says that they are lanterns, hung by the kami so that we may guard our loved ones through the night."

Ino's smile was a complex thing...admiration, a step-removed affection, and a soupçon of sadness. "That sounds like him, yes. He's an interesting guy."

Akane and Hazō both chuckled. "You have no idea," Hazō said. "Have you seen the dances?"

Ino shuddered. "My eyes! My delicate eyes! They buuuurrrrnnnn!"

Hazō bapped her on the bicep lightly with his fingertips. "Be nice. That's my teacher you're talking about."

Ino laughed quietly. "I regret nothing."

"It occurs to me," Akane mused, "that standard procedure states operatives are not to attempt descent from a skytower at night."

"Oh dear," Ino said. "I suppose we have no choice but to stay the night up here in the freezing cold. However shall we survive? I suppose we shall have no choice but to huddle for warmth. Hazō, you are a terrible person for not anticipating this problem and stranding us all up here."

"I regret nothing," Hazō said happily, pressing a kiss to Akane's temple and then turning to give a similar one to Ino.





Author's Notes: The plan called for you to have Kei and Noburi try to schmooze the Leopard and Rat representatives with an eye towards getting a location on their Scrolls. Sadly, Leopard and Rat are not attending the Conclave.

This update covered about 24 hours. The kids will sleep on the skytower and wake with the dawn.

XP AWARD: 3

Brevity XP: 1

"GM had fun" XP: 2

  • +1 for scene: Chakra measurements
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Chapter 480, Part 1: Commitment

Today was a special day for Kei. Perhaps the most special of them all, insofar as she could not remember meeting Ami, and insofar as the life-changing experience that was Team Uplift had taken place over months and years, not to be pinned down to a single grand event. They had slain a chakra alligator; they had called each other by first name; they had saved each other's lives, and celebrated each other's birthdays, and given true names to their bonds, and been entered into Leaf's register as Gōketsu together, and Kei would hold every one of those moments close in her heart—but they were not Team Uplift, only its evolution.

Kei had already had her wedding. She would, in all likelihood, never have another. She had never given her heart to Shikamaru, and never would. His effusive thanks for that fact, after her months of desperately attempting to warp herself, were burned into her memory. Yet she… loved him nonetheless, as the best friend whose intellectual intimacy was a kind of joy unknown to the literature. Even then, that wedding had been a shadow of today.

It would be shallow to consider this merely a celebration of romantic love. It was the culmination of Kei's agency. She had not chosen to fall in love with Tenten; the literature was correct, at least, when it described romantic love as a force beyond any mortal's power to predict or control. Yet every step after that, every hand hesitantly reached out, every whisper of surrender and every gift of strength, every disaster overcome in spite of everything she was, was her. More than the Frozen Skein. More than the timid, helpless creature that her past and her own weakness had made of her. Choice after choice after choice had built a relationship that had miraculously survived—dare she say it, flourished—until today could write it into law.

Just as much, it was a celebration of Tenten, more than the pillar of inner strength and clarity like which she first appeared. Tenten, whose past relationships had been with a pack of clowns who accepted her despite her limitations—with warmth, yes, and affection, but still in spite of who she was. Kei was in love with the silence, with the rich, steadily less foreign language inseparable from Tenten's every action. She was in love with Tenten's trust, with the courage and fragility of a girl betrayed not by humanity like Kei but by the world itself. She was in love with playfulness so subtle it made Kei's deadpan seem like a crude imitation, with single-minded resolve pointed at anything that mattered like a kunai seeking an enemy's heart, and with the soft blush of embarrassment even when they were alone and nothing existed but each other. Tenten, forever herself, had earned today as much as Kei.

And Snowflake… in all the world, only Kei could begin to understand what today meant to Snowflake.

They had designed the ceremony together. Like all the best things in life, the Commitment Ceremony was a modular structure, allowing for extensive customisation in every separate instance as long as key guidelines were followed and no element of Leaf-permitted kami appeasement or other consecration ritual was omitted. While the secular ceremony very deliberately made no reference to the Will of Fire or associated religious elements, standard precautions like the goldfish sacrifice and the nibbling of the rod were merely common sense for anyone affirming a lifelong bond. (Alas, once again Kei would be deprived of the shark.)

In accordance with certain suggestions made by Ami (whose absence was the one thing that rendered today less than perfect), they had completed the mandatory ritual elements in the first half of the ceremony, and now all the guests were seated on benches in the broad indoor space of the Five Flowers Hall. Overhead, the Chandeliers of Prosperity burned brightly, their dancing flames warding away the spirits of deprivation that preyed on improperly-conducted transactions. At the far end of the hall, the Lectern of Timely Wisdom was occupied by a grinning Anko, who had promised to behave, just this once, in exchange for a show to remember. At the other end, mighty double doors were closed but not barred, as that would not have served the ceremony, and the Sigil of Offering was drawn across them in beeswax to feed the hungry ghosts before they could take an interest in the love being given freely inside.

Seated on the left side, Hazō, Noburi, Akane, Kagome, Yuno, and the requested painted effigy of Ami waited. It cut into Kei to see Akane and Kagome sitting further apart than the others, as if unconsciously making room for someone who was not there. Kei and Mari had fought the night before her wedding, if crushing domination could be called a fight, and on the day, a trace of that darkness had remained in Mari's eyes. Today, she had been asked to absent herself altogether.

She was no one now, Kei reminded herself. The longing was a lie.

Trivial. Unimportant. Irrelevant. Tenten, radiant before her, deserved all of Kei's attention and more. The cherry-red cheongsam, evocative of their first date but with gold tracery that spoke of greater confidence, was a perfect counter-match for Kei's own frost-blue dress (of course there were snowflake designs; why had the tailor even asked?). Close-fitting in all the right areas and flowing smoothly elsewhere, it made Tenten enough of a distraction that a less sanguine person might have struggled to care about anything else. Snowflake, meanwhile, had chosen white, with more lace than could possibly be healthy for one person, and an elaborate blue ribbon that matched Kei's own theme (in Isan, it evoked the image of a flower opening on its first spring, but to Kei the arrangement looked unmistakeably like a pair of kitty ears).

"Let's get ready to rumble, girls and girls!" Anko exclaimed from her position leaning alarmingly far over the lectern, deviating from the script violently but within tolerable limits (much like her outfit, a royal purple only a clan ninja could afford, with enough breast and leg on display that Tenten had needed a minute to recover).

"Innn the left cornerrr, it's the Dauntless, the Icy Maiden, Lady Nara Kei who just legally changed her name, buggered if I know why—an experience these three girls sadly won't get to share unless they take my advice and diversify—and who holds half of Leaf in her iron grip when she's not holding lover after lover!"

Kei could feel herself turn crimson. Why had Ami, whose sworn duty it had been to restrain or at least redirect Anko, had to disappear at the last moment? Or, she shuddered to think, did the effigy with the ^_^ mask imply that this was all just as planned?

"Lady Nara Kei, what do you have to say to your beloveds and to the fine men and women who froze their asses off to get here on time and are now expecting to be warmed up with some hot, hot love?"

Kei forced herself to relax. Deep breaths. It was only Anko. The humiliation was temporary. The bonds to be affirmed here were permanent. The revenge, when it came, would be delicious.

"Tenten," Kei began, allowing everything else to fade out of existence as insignificant. "I have always been an outsider. To the Mori, with my inability to socialise like a normal person. To humanity, as a bearer of the Frozen Skein which walls me off from thinking how others think. To Leaf, as a stranger from a strange land. I have been fortunate beyond words to find, despite my alienness, love and acceptance from those who are now the Gōketsu.

"You gave me more. To you, I was not Kei the former Mori, to be loved despite my many foibles. I was not family forged in the fires of battle, where in a counterfactual world anybody could have taken my place and been similarly blessed. I was simply me, and that was enough for you to make me special.

"You chose me, freely, without concern for anything but me. You did not change how you treated me when I went from being a dubious missing-nin to briefly being Leaf's princess, or even when I became another's wife. You never asked about my circumstances, except out of concern or in an effort to understand me better. You were patient when I spoke too much, which is always, when I was unable to perceive or understand your feelings, when I was unable to give you what any other could, or when I failed to balance my commitments and give you the attention you deserved.

"You taught me things I was incapable of learning without you. You taught me that silence was also communication. You taught me that intuition and insight possessed equal power to intellectual analysis, if cultivated, and that each was capable of what seemed like miracles to the other. You taught me a language of emotion that I have only just begun to speak. And, of course, you taught me passion. I never knew someone like me was capable of loving people as much as I love you.

"Tenten, I offer you my love as the aegis of the Advocate. Accept it, and it will be a shield against the darkness of the world. I swear that as your Advocate, I will protect you with all the power and authority at my command. As Nara, I will offer wisdom to guide your steps. As Gōketsu, I will obliterate the barriers that stand between you and happiness. As the Pangolin Summoner, I will make war upon your foes. As KEI, I will nourish you and your potential. If everything I have and everything I am is still not enough, then I shall take more and become more until I am the Advocate you deserve."

Tenten watched her silently. In the still depths of her amber eyes, there was only focus and control, and Kei knew that this was because, even deeper, there lay a storm that would consume both of them if given half a chance.

Kei savoured the confusion of all present as they watched her turn to Snowflake. Anko, who would have asked untimely questions, had been bribed extensively to keep her mouth shut and her mind on the job, if only for a few minutes.

"Snowflake, you are an impossible blessing and an impossible gift. Closer than a lover and closer than a sister, all the dictionaries I have swallowed do not contain a word to describe the bond you and I share. Every exchange between us, whether affectionate or aggressive, is special to me, and nothing excites me more than to see who you will become. I am honoured that my self is the seed from which you grow.

"Snowflake, I offer you my love as the aegis of the Advocate. Accept it, and it will be a key to set you free. I swear that as your Advocate, I will protect you with all the power and authority at my command. I will safeguard your agency, and cast down those who would deny it. I will offer you a place of safety in this world—not oblivion, but home. I will cut open a path to whatever future you seek, if that is your wish. I will witness your humanity, and allow none to reject it."

The promise had been composed this morning, to avoid Snowflake knowing it in advance, and that of course meant it would be ill-considered and rife with imperfection. Nevertheless, there were some things only Kei could say.

Was it time yet? No, too soon. Kei was no Ami when it came to mental timers, but even the shadow of the divine would be enough today. Yes, everything should come together nicely, assuming her buffers had been sufficiently well-judged.

"Well," Anko drawled, "that sure was a thing. But let's skip casually over the WTF and move to the rrrright cornerrr, where we find Lady Non-Lethal, the Princess of Penetration, the dread weaponmistress Tenten herself. Will she break her vow of silence for us, or is she saving it all for her not-wedding night?"

Yes, Kei decided as her ears caught fire, her revenge would be thorough and excruciating in its detail. Perhaps she could ask Hazō to design some custom seals. Or, alternatively, she might eschew elaborate schemes and just inform Yuno that Anko had spent more than two seconds gazing at Noburi. The luxury of choice was so fascinating that she nearly missed it when Tenten began to speak.

It was a rare pleasure to hear Tenten say more than a sentence at a time outside practice hours. Today, her voice was even, soft, and precise, though she paused at the end of every sentence as if to lock the next one in before anxiety or second-guessing could delete it. Kei understood that Shiori had helped her rehearse.

"I am an outsider." Tenten paused briefly. "I am also an outsider. I had to learn my humanity, and I wasn't good at it. I am still not. I don't know how to say the things people want to hear. I tried hard to express myself, and when I couldn't satisfy them, I gave up. You never gave up, even when it hurt. I love that part of you.

"You are a genius. You must have seen straight away how flawed I was. How I was someone who could only stand and watch while you drew castles in the air with your words. I thought you would shrug and move on, and it would end there like it always did.

"You stayed. You saw that behind my inability, there was a person. You believed in me. That would have been enough of a miracle. But then you fell in love. I did not know what there was to fall in love with. But I needed you. I couldn't live without you. I had to give up on giving up. I had to be a person who could be with people.

"I am learning. Slowly. Who I can be. Maybe who I always could have been. Everywhere I turn, there is darkness, because before I did not know there could be light.

"You are my light, Kei. I have a future because of you. Not as a ninja. As Tenten. I can grow up because of you.

"Everything I am is yours. If you will be my Advocate, accept me as your Companion. I will be with you on your journey. No matter where. No matter when. I will be your strength when you are weak. I will be your peace when you are suffering. I will be your hope when you are empty. One day, I will be your light as you are mine."

Kei found, to her surprise and consternation, that the Five Flowers Hall had grown blurred. She could hardly eliminate this many witnesses to her tears. Then again, of those close enough to see, Tenten and Snowflake would understand, and Anko was already on her kill list. Now if she could only do something about this piercing bittersweet feeling in her chest…

Snowflake stepped forward slightly, limiting the lines of sight to Kei.

"Innnn the middle cornerrr..." Anko began.

"No, wait." She frowned, looking down at her wrist. "How does that even...? Maybe if you... no, if it's an irregular...

"Ah, screw it. Snowflake, do your thing."

Snowflake addressed the guests.

"For those of you whom I have not already met, my name is Snowflake. I am not a Nara social experiment or Kei playing pretend. I am what happens when a ninjutsu and a Bloodline Limit that were never meant to cross paths collide and cancel each other out. Despite the metaphysical connections, I am my own being, with my own memories and my own personality… and I stand here, as part of this ceremony, of my own free will."

She turned to Kei.

"I am not yet what I need to be, Kei. We are still so close that I cannot meaningfully offer to step closer. I… I love you, but it is not the love of an adult, born of agency and maturity. It is the default. It is the nameless bond we share, happy but non-consensual."

Snowflake took a very slow, deep breath.

"I accept you as my Advocate, and offer you my Companionship. I will always understand you like no other. I will always be your ally, no matter what comes. One day, when our paths have diverged enough, I will be able to love you as a real person."

Kei wiped her eyes with her sleeve as she took in the words. It was undignified, and drew people's attention to her feelings, but the time had come for clarity. There would be no second chance.

"Does anybody challenge this transaction?" Anko demanded in a roar that seemed like it made the entire building shake. Kei mentally awarded her a couple of points, bringing the total to -998.

SLAM.

The heavy double doors flew open.

"I do!"


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Continued tomorrow.
 
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Chapter 480, Part 2: The Aegis of the Advocate

"Does anybody challenge this transaction?" Anko demanded in a roar that seemed like it made the entire building shake. Kei mentally awarded her a couple of points, bringing the total to -998.

SLAM.

The heavy double doors flew open.

"I do!"

Six figures in ominous black garb were silhouetted dramatically against the blizzard outside before they strode into the building. Five took up position across the entrance as if to cut off retreat, while the sixth took a step forward. Winter boots scattered snow across the clean floor.

The metal filaments running through Lord Hagoromo's beard glinted malevolently in the candlelight as he studied the hall. A satisfied smile made its way onto his face as he thrust his hand forward, allowing a scroll to unfurl from it nearly to the floor.

"In accordance with ancient rights given to the Hagoromo in the Founding Laws, I, Hagoromo Ritsuo, hereby suspend this unverified religious ceremony on suspicion of heresy. You may think the law is your personal plaything to abuse, Lady Nara, but even the likes of you aren't beyond our ancestors' foresight!"

"Heresy?" Kei invited him to elaborate. Behind her, she could feel Anko's grin expand to fill all available space.

"Heresy most foul," Lord Hagoromo confirmed. "As religious advisors to every Hokage, starting with the first, the heads of the Hagoromo Clan are entitled to inspect any religious ritual for signs of heresy, whether accidental through impious failure to study the proper rites or wilful as a betrayal of the Will of Fire. And why, I can already see signs that this so-called commitment ceremony of yours is rife with violations of the basic principles of Fire Country worship. Before the day is done, I will have it declared invalid, and petition the Hokage to revise the Concubine Laws such that they can in good faith be administered by the Hagoromo, as that is clearly the only way to protect future participants from being exposed to heresy at amateur hands.

"Honestly, Lady Nara," he added smugly, "you make it far too easy for me. Three participants, and one of them your own shadow clone? It is as if a man preparing for divorce were to spy on his wife to find proof of her unfaithfulness, only to see that instead of a paramour she was rutting with animals and civilians."

Behind Kei, Anko's grin disappeared. No matter; she would fix that shortly.

"Should I infer from this," Kei asked mildly, "that you are accusing myself and all others present at this ceremony of heresy?"

Lord Hagoromo's eyes scanned over the room, seeing Anko glaring from behind the lectern and the Gōketsu sitting on the benches. "I most certainly am," he said with poorly-concealed glee. "Dispel your clone and come quietly, and perhaps I will appeal for leniency in light of your barbarian origins."

"That is certainly an option," Kei agreed, casually biting her thumb. "Summoning Technique: Panchipāma, Pangaya." She took a swig from the flask at her hip. "Summoning Technique: Pandā, Panjandrum."

"Summoning Technique: Candoru, Canun."

"Summoning Technique: Gamatatakai, Gamasēji."

"Summoning Technique: Kamangetsamu, Kaminari."

"Eh. Summoning Technique: Nameruna."

"Noble summon allies," Kei continued, "we have been invaded by impostors claiming to be members of the Hagoromo Clan. Please stand ready to restrain them should they draw weapons or otherwise act in a hostile fashion."

Lord Hagoromo's eyes bulged as eleven Seventh Path warriors, the shortest coming up to his waist and the tallest stooping to avoid the chandeliers, surrounded his party in a tight circle. "This is an outrage! Threatening a clan head with deadly violence? I will see you executed for this, you treasonous little upstart!"

"What clan head?" Kei asked innocently. "Surely you do not mean to imply that it was Lord Hagoromo himself who stormed in here and levied accusations of heresy against"—she beckoned the guests who had been seated around the edges of the room, out of sight of the door, to take their original places near the centre—"the heads of the Nara, Yamanaka, Gōketsu, Senju, and Uzumaki Clans, the heir of the Hyūga Clan, the Pangolin, Toad, Dog, Turtle, and Slug Summoners, all three of the KEI coordinators, and even the Very High Priest of the Church of Youth? With my barbarian origins, I am far too ignorant to conceive of what that would mean for the Hagoromo's future."

There was a chill silence as Lord Hagoromo considered his options in the face of Naruto's diabolical grin, Tsunade's "Were you really about to try to ruin a wedding for me again, boy?" expression, Shikamaru making a show of leafing through a book of law, and Hanabi giving a friendly wave so suffused with subtle malice that it filled Kei's heart with pride. Anko's contribution was to bring out a bowl of honeyed nuts.

"It is a pleasure to be so clearly understood, mysterious impostor," Kei said before he could decide on a response. "I should also mention that the Commitment Ceremony is, legally speaking, a secular transaction underpinned by the principles of alliance negotiations and validated by the Hokage's Office. It is orthogonal to any religious issues, including worship of the Will of Fire, and any accusation of heresy is thus inherently a punishable act of slander."

Lord Hagoromo's glare could have melted steel.

"As for Snowflake, my shadow clone…"

She glanced sideways at Snowflake, who nodded.

"Several weeks ago," Kei said, "Special Liaison Pandā of the Holy Pangolin Empire's Diplomatic Corps"—she indicated the little pangolin—"found himself wishing to personally engage in financial transactions with merchants of the Human Path. Naturally afraid of being cheated by the notoriously treacherous humans, and aware that as a non-human he would have no legal recourse in the event, he headed to the Tower in the company of a helpful Nara lawyer. As it happens, the Tower bureaucrats were not prepared to set a global precedent that Leaf refuses to defend its summon allies from Human Path abuse. Pandā is now formally registered in Leaf as a foreign legal entity, with myself as a sponsor with full legal responsibility for his actions. A much more palatable precedent for all concerned.

"Snowflake, whose nature as an independent being you would be aware of if you had bothered to gather intelligence on your target—though I recognise that intelligence is not your strong suit—is functionally identical to a summon, being a unique sapient mind contained in a chakra shell during its intermittent appearances on the Human Path. As of the conclusion of this ceremony, she will have entered a binding legal agreement with a Leaf citizen under the Hokage's seal, and will therefore be formally recognised as a legal entity, also with myself as a sponsor."

A few of the guests took breaks from smirking or glaring at Lord Hagoromo to stare at her in bogglement. Snowflake, despite having known the plan all along, seemed like she barely dared to breathe.

"Needless to say, being an analogue of alliance rather than marriage, there is no legal reason for what has come to be known as the companionship bond to be limited to two persons. Strictly speaking, there is no requirement of romance either, although I suppose the same could be said of marriage. The best structures are those that are most flexible, a concept I am aware is beyond you."

Kei took a few steps down from the ceremonial dais, towards Lord Hagoromo.

"None surpass the Nara in matters of law, nor the Gōketsu in going pretty damn far for their family. More than the power to stop us, you lack the imagination."

She stepped closer, and the summons parted just enough to leave a clear line of sight.

"On this special day, I ask our honoured guests to refrain from vengeance for accusations made by some inconsequential man with delusions of grandeur. This is the only mercy you will receive. Threaten me or those in my care again, and I swear before the powers assembled here that I will make you beg in dogeza for your clan's survival, and perhaps I will merely shatter it and remake it to my own taste in light of its historical services to Leaf.

"Now get out of my sight, you feeble relic of a dying age of bigotry."

Lord Hagoromo looked at the eleven summons, then at the ten chūnin, one chūnin by metaphysical extension, three special jōnin, one effigy of chaos, and two demigods.

His clansmen pulled the double doors open. He got out of her sight.

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"Kei, honey, I love you," Anko told her the second she was done giggling maniacally. "I'd marry you if I wasn't confused as hell about what that meant right now."

Was it too late to seek sanctuary in Orochimaru's Basement?

No, wait, rumoured former apprentice. It would have to be the kill list after all.

For now, though, Anko could live a little longer, for it was time. The guests were arrayed in their proper places: on the left, Kei and Snowflake's side, the Gōketsu were joined by Shikamaru, Shiori, Naruto, Ino, and Hanabi. On the right, Hyūga and Rock Lee found themselves overshadowed by Tsunade, who had no connection to Tenten whatsoever, but simply wanted the extra space to herself. (After Tsunade had saved her life, it would have been the act of an ingrate not to invite her to a wedding-adjacent ceremony, and besides, it had made Lord Hagoromo's horror all the sweeter.)

"Does anybody who is less of a dick challenge this transaction?" Anko asked.

"No? What about anybody who is more of a dick?"

"Not possible!" Naruto called out.

"Damn straight."

Anko reached into the cavity inside the lectern and extracted three certificates bearing the Hokage's seal.

"All right, girls and girls, stamp your seals in the bottom right—in triplicate, just like true love is meant to be. Close together, now, or there won't be room for Snowflake's."

As a high-ranking Nara, after her wedding Kei had received a seal of traditional black onyx. Tenten's was simple wood, and she would not care enough to make a more expensive one a worthwhile gift. At the Gōketsu Clan's inception, Jiraiya had procured malachite seals for them all, for no better reason than the fact that it went with the clan colours; Hazō, who would sooner give up lists than discard an element of Jiraiya's legacy, had naturally spent a ghastly sum on another when told that Gōketsu Snowflake needed a formal way to sign her name.

Kei's seal was the heaviest object she had ever held. It contained her love, first hesitant and then overwhelming. It contained her bond with her diverging other self. It contained a defiance of law, society, and metaphysics, each of which she would remake when they stood between her and the future she dreamed of. It contained a trailblazer's promise to share her selfish happiness with all the others whose love was rejected because it was unconventional. When it struck parchment, she could feel the earth shift beneath her feet.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

"By the authority vested in me by the Hokage, what the hell was he thinking," Anko said solemnly, "I hereby pronounce you Advocate and Companion and Companion. You may—"

Tenten was quicker on the draw than Kei, which was just as well, since she was able to clap her hand over Anko's mouth where Kei would have been forced to exercise more extreme measures.

Instead, she pressed two fingers to her lips. Then to Tenten's. Then to Snowflake's.

She was, she told herself, not going to cry a third time. Snowflake was taking care of that quite nicely.

Then again, from an external perspective, that was indistinguishable from Kei crying. Clearly, she would have to murder Anko twice.

Behind them, a muted Anko made a series of urgent upward gestures at the audience, and after a second's delay, the hall burst into cheers. Noburi whooped. Hanabi waved her arms, breaking out of character in a fashion Kei would forgive just this once. Hyūga clapped for Tenten, while turned at a slight angle as if to pretend the Kei side of the event did not exist. Tsunade was looking at Kei and not scowling. Rock Lee was Rock Lee.

As Naruto deployed an entire clone chorus of celebration (she had asked him to refrain), Pandā gave mortifyingly inaccurate explanations of her love life to the other summons, Hazō pulled out some ominous object wrapped in spider web, and Shiori held Shikamaru back from sneaking towards the exit, Kei decided that, yes, today was the most special of them all.

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Chapter 481: With A Soaring Heart

The meditation chamber was silent aside from the faint whisper of Kagome-sensei turning pages in the book of summoning theory that Lady Tsunade had thrown at Hazō's head.

The silence was relaxing, a break from the scatter and flutter and hurtling of his daily existence as a Clan Head. The chance to sit with his teacher, answer questions as needed, and make explosives, a seal so reminiscent of nights on the run when there was nothing to worry about except horrific death that it was pure bliss.

"What's this word?" Kagome-sensei demanded, stabbing his finger at the page.

It took Hazō a moment to decipher Lady Tsunade's handwriting. "Apportementu. It's the process of passing through the opening of the aetheric channel."

"Hm. And what's this bit about xephtatic mentation?"

"Mental state is critical throughout the process, but especially during apportementu. As the portal is opening you need to maintain a mental state that balances opening as the primary ideation with creation and acceptance as the secondaries. Like all of this, the methodology needs to be personalized, so I can't simply give you a visual to cling to. It's got to feel right to you. Not just 'good enough', right. Start thinking about those three ideas. Come up with all the connecting concepts you can that work with each pair and with the triad, then try to combine those concepts in different ways until something clicks. When I finally got it, I felt the way I feel the first time I manage to make a new jutsu work. There's that instant where your body and mind and chakra all align, where a barrier disappears inside your head. It's like that 'aha!' moment of making a discovery in seal research. Take ten minutes and then we'll talk about what you came up with."

Kagome-sensei obediently closed his eyes and concentrated, lips moving silently as he tried different combinations of images and mantras.

Hazō went back to his seal scribing, allowing the Iron Nerve to produce his clan's signature problem-solving technique as his thoughts wandered.

Every seal was unique to every sealmaster. Oh, they were identical enough to be identified at a glance by anyone who already knew the pattern, but the precise details needed to be personalized to one's own chakra patterns. That was what seal research was, at base: Learning which amount and placement of feathering, pressure, and degree of curvature was required for one's chakra system to accept the blank as valid.

Hazō's pattern was beautiful, to him. Every seal was beautiful to its creator; one's chakra would not accept it otherwise. That put sharp limits on how Hazō's seal designs could be constructed, since lines could not cross unless the design permitted, and that made it tricky to connect disparate bits of a seal without crossing or using routes that did not have the smooth and elegant grace necessary for him to find them attractive.

He watched his hand independently scribe the one tricky part of his explosive design, a section where the brush had to pass between two already-drawn lines while remaining equidistant from them.

What would it be like to create the Great Seal, or some other three-dimensional seal? Line layout would be simpler, since you could go under and over existing lines. On the other hand, there would probably be more zones of interaction, so maybe that would balance out the layout benefits. One thing was for sure, there would be way more space for power intakes, smoothing, and focusing, all of which would likely lead to more powerful effects. Hazō didn't even want to imagine the amount of power that the Great Seal contained, especially not after performing his first and only experimental investigation.

One of the seals that Kagome-sensei had produced as part of their research on the rift was a repurposed version of the chakdar seal. It detected levels and fluctuations in ambient chakra—very, very subtle ones—and had a series of dots that would light up depending on what it sensed. It was fascinating to walk around with it and watch the interplay of the lights. They were tapped directly into the fundamental underpinnings of the universe, a pinhole window onto a level of reality that could be accessed in no other way. Unfortunately, the seal had a range of only a few inches and it was so fragile that it would stop working if chakra was actively manipulated anywhere within ten or twelve feet while the seal was active. Also, they were single-use and inordinately fiddly, meaning slow to produce.

Hazō had taken a handful of those devices to the Great Seal to investigate what was going on with it. After the usual sacrifice of a few dozen scorpions and hornets, he had managed to reach the base of the butte and use a combination of Tunnel Excavation to create a hidden tunnel upwards, followed by Earthshaping to make tiny openings to the surface so that he could reach through to emplace seals without exposing himself to view. The combination meant that he could reset the HOWS with less risk than he had faced until now. Of course, nothing about the Great Seal could pass by without weirdness, and this was no exception: the Tunnel Excavation had formed in a slight corkscrew pattern instead of the normal straight shaft, but the stone of the butte had been very hard to manipulate via Earthshaping. Still, he persevered and made the necessary passages. Once that was done and the HOWS emplaced, Hazō had brought out one of Kagone-sensei's chakroscope seals to see what the ambient chakra looked like.

It had instantly burst into flames.

The burst of light and smoke had attracted the attention of one of the Dragons and Hazō had needed to spend ten very tense minutes hiding inside the rock while the monsters sniffed and searched. Unable to find anything, they had breathed ravening flames across the surface of the stone, melting it into taffy that had congealed only slowly back into solidity. Once they eventually grumbled back to sleep, Hazō had retreated back down his tunnel and, once at the base of the butte, crept away until it was safe to unsummon himself. Perhaps he could have gone sooner instead of hiding in the stone of the butte, but after noticing the unpredictable effects of jutsu near the Seal, Hazō had decided to never summon or unsummon himself within a mile of the thing.

Anyway, the important part was simple: The Great Seal, and presumably any other three-dimensional seal carved from stone, could absorb and use vastly more power than a normal 2D paper seal. The Great Seal actually distorted the very fabric of reality around itself, allowing Hiding Like a Mole to travel through stone instead of only earth, causing Tunnel Excavations to appear in a corkscrew, and setting fire to detector seals. Great power, great risk. Just like all seals, except more so.

"Okay," Kagome-sensei said, opening his eyes. "I've got it."

Hazō pushed his wandering thoughts aside and leaned back to listen to his teacher.

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"Good afternoon, My Lord."

"Ugh."

"Difficult day, sir?"

Hazō leaned back in his chair, pressing hard on his forehead in a futile attempt to get rid of the pounding headache. "Yeah," he said. "I had breakfast with Lee."

"Oh dear."

"Yup. After three hours of innuendo and shouting about youth, it turns out that Youth and Uplift have very little in common. I think. Actually, I have no idea."

"Sir?"

Hazō dropped forward in his seat in frustration, accepting the headache as unavoidable. "He can't even define it! Exercise is youthful. Green spandex is youthful. Honesty and loyalty are youthful. Hard work is Youthful. These are all positive traits, sure, but they aren't coherent. There's no organizing principle."

Gaku reflected on that. "Perhaps something like 'good character', sir?"

"Sure, but what exactly does that mean? I punished Haru severely because he killed a bunch of yakuza in order to protect Gōketsu. Am I being unyouthful for punishing a clan mate who was acting in loyalty to his clan, or am I being youthful because punishing him disincentivizes other people from killing civilians?"

"I see your point, sir."

"Plus, it's entirely self-directed as far as I can tell. It's about how an individual should act in their daily lives, whereas Uplift is about the sort of society we want to construct."

"Those do seem rather divergent. Complementary, but divergent."

"I know, right? Anyway, file all that in my personal journals under 'failed experiments'. Moving on, what have you got for me?"

Gaku smiled. "I think I may be able to improve your day, sir."

"Oh?" Hope fluttered in his heart.

"After you sign these, of course." He plomped eight inches of forms on Hazō's desk.

The teenage Clan Head glared at his Chancellor with an only mostly lack of seriousness. "That was some serious bait and switch there, Gaku."

"I aim merely to serve, My Lord. I will say, however, that I am confident you will enjoy the results after we get through all this." He glanced at the water clock in the corner. "Provided we can do that in the next hour. I'm afraid that if we aren't there by one then it will have to wait until tomorrow."

Hazō sighed and raised his brush, skimming quickly through the first item on the stack. It was the monthly assessment for food expenses, meal plans, and gastronomic health issues throughout the clan. There was an acceptable number of usages of the words 'grease fire', 'twisted belly', and 'the runs', so he signed off and moved it to the side. The next form related to the collection of waste from the latrines and sale thereof as fertilizer.

Sigh...

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"Was I correct about the improvement to your mood, sir?"

"All the yes," Hazō said absently, bending far back to stare at the sky where a wood-and-silk construct lumbered in clumsy yet sustained circular flight.

"Thank you for making time for us, My Lord," Michiki said, twisting his hat nervously in his hands. "I hope you are pleased?" The words were uncertain despite Hazō's visibly astounded wonderment.

"Yuh."

Michiki smiled tentatively but continued waiting, twisting his hat and sweating despite the winter chill.

Eventually, Hazō tore his eyes away from the incredible sight. "How is that working?"

"It's the fin, M'Lord." Michiki backed a few steps, making abortive gestures of invitation that were desperate not to be seen as too demanding. Hazō followed his head of aerial research willingly enough as the man led him to where the rest of the research team waited around the second hazōlator (as they insisted on calling it). The men were all scrubbed clean enough to shine and dressed in their very best clothes, cleaned and pressed.

"This is the Mark Eighty-Nine, My Lord," Michiki said, gesturing to the airframe. "Or, rather, the Mk89a. The 89b is up there." He gestured towards the sky.

Hazō studied the Mk89a. It was nothing but a giant triangular wing with an open-mouthed tube slung underneath it. Levers bent around in front of the tube like the mandibles of an insect and were mirrored by an arrangement of footpedals and straps at the back of the tube. A triangular fin stuck up from the top rear of the wing. The wing itself was a wooden spine with spars extending to the sides, all of it covered in tight-stretched silk fabric.

"This is very different from the earlier designs," Hazō noted.

"Yes, M'Lord. We noticed that the spirits seemed to prefer larger wings, so we started making them larger and larger until finally they overtook the entire craft. We also noted that the spirits grow irritated quickly if asked to carry too much weight, so we did everything we could to shed weight. We experimented with making it out of paper, but that proved too fragile. We tried canvas, but that failed in a variety of ways. That spider silk that you so generously provided us was precisely what we needed. May I say, My Lord, that it was astoundingly perceptive of you to recognize its properties. Thank you very much for your consideration."

"Yosh!" The entire research team bowed until their backs were parallel to the ground.

"Right," Hazō said uncomfortably. "So tell me more about this. How does it work? How is that thing staying up there?"

"It's the sacrifical flames, My Lord." Michiki gestured to the vast array of bonfires dotted around the meadow. "I'm sure you remember the occasion on which you wisely suggested that during research it's important to try everything that might work. Well, one day we were discussing a separate issue and one of the men commented on how cold it was and how much he dislikes the cold. That allowed me to recognize that perhaps the air spirits dislike the cold as well, so we tested building sacrificial fires to propitiate them. We discovered it works quite well; they are very grateful and are far more willing to bear the hazōlators for long periods provided that the pilot remains over the flames, where the spirits may keep warm."

"How long has he been up there?"

"Just over forty minutes, My Lord. The key is the fin, you see." He scurried over so that he could gesture to the vertical triangle on the vehicle's spine. "It provides the pilot a clear way to communicate with the spirits. When he tilts the fin to one side or the other, the spirits understand the request and permit the hazōlator to turn." He hesitated. "It...is still a bit unstable. There have been a few incidents of lithobraking that rendered our no-launch windows wider than we prefer, but we always managed to come back from it and improve the next time."

"That's all anyone can ask," Hazō said, nodding. "How does it handle bad weather?"

"Poorly, My Lord. The silk stretches when it gets wet, which can lead to suboptimal performance characteristics."

"Meaning...?"

"Um...maximum flight times that are shorter than desired due to unexpectedly increased descent rates."

Hazō frowned, parsing through the words. "Do you mean 'crashing'?"

"...Yes, My Lord."

"It's okay to just say 'crashing', Michiki."

"Yes, My Lord." The fibers of the hat were beginning to separate from the intensity of the nervous twisting.

Hazō looked up again, studying the soaring, well, lumbering creation above him. It was slow, it was ungainly, and it wobbled like a drunken farmer on the way home from the tavern, but it was flying.

His heart soared alongside it.





Author's Note: As a general rule, it is not possible to make yourself pass out from using jutsu except through inordinately bad luck. If you don't have enough chakra to pay for a technique then the technique simply won't activate and the chakra isn't used. The only way you could make yourself pass out from jutsu use would be if you happened to have precisely the amount necessary, but that's very unlikely given that costs on jutsu usage are actually slightly variable from casting to casting. This is a well-known fact of ninja life, so Hazō did not ask Noburi about it. You tested various jutsu with him, casting until you couldn't cast again, then refilling and doing it all over. You have a moderate amount of data on a few different jutsu. (NB: The Shadow Clone is unique (as far as Hazō knows) in that it will always activate regardless of how much chakra you have and will simply kill you if you don't have enough.)

You had Mari give OPSEC lessons to the clan newbies. They are experienced ninja so it wasn't particularly necessary but they understood the desire.

You spoke to Asuma about paying for a dog to go to Pangolin Territory for future summoning. He's okay with it. You have an appointment to talk with Cantelope and Cantilever tomorrow evening Human Path time, midafternoon Seventh Path time.

You sent a letter to Mareo, the Bear Summoner, along with some chocolates. You have not had a reply yet.

This update covered 14 days.

XP AWARD: 31

Brevity XP: 10

"GM had fun" XP: 0

  • Chakra science is fun to write, but yours was predicated on an invalid assumption (that you could make yourself pass out from jutsu usage) so there was nothing to do.
  • @Velorien enjoys writing Rock Lee, whereas I find him exhausting. You can tell because of the fact that I Gaku'd my way out of that one.


Various clan members have been deployed on various missions at Asuma's request. We'll be rolling for everyone's survival after some discussion of the odds. Mission counts are based on the assumption that people survived through the first ones and will be modified if it's later determined that they died.
  • Akane and Yuno have been out as a team three times, running patrol and deconfliction missions (i.e. "go here and kill everything that moves unless it's a citizen of Fire")
  • Mari was out for 4 days with a KEI chūnin backing her up, details classified
  • Mari was out for 3 days with a KEI chūnin backing her up, details classified
  • Noburi powered another Zoo Rush, although the details were classified and you haven't heard what happened
  • Haru was teamed with a KEI chūnin and sent to demolish a civilian mill town in Rock


Again, we'll be rolling for everyone's survival after some discussion of the odds.

Vote time! What to do now?

Voting ends on Wednesday, December 8, 2021, at 12pm London time.
 
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Chapter 482: A Relative Falls
Chapter 482: A Relative Falls

The atmosphere in the meeting chamber could best be described as dreary. Maps, report scrolls, and those little banner figurines the Nara were so fond of lay scattered across the great table. Lamplight flickered lethargically, as if it couldn't be bothered to decide where to cast the shadows of those assembled. Occasionally, adjacent clan heads (or their representatives—this wasn't a Clan Council meeting, just a regular update) would exchange brief whispered comments, then stop as if remembering that they were at a war council rather than a history lesson at the Academy.

Hazō was more tired than anything, and guilty about being tired. These meetings were important—they were individual threads in the greater tapestry that would decide Leaf's fate—and they deserved his attention on the moral level as much as the practical. Somewhere out there, real people were dying every day to determine the locations of those figurines. At this very moment, there might be Leaf ninja fighting for their lives, or civilian villages getting wiped out because Leaf's defence of its people wasn't good enough. Meanwhile, Hazō sat at home, teaching summoning, teaching sealing, doing paperwork, and immersing himself in all kinds of safe activities that he took for granted while others died to keep him safe.

He'd never been aware of it more than he was right now, as members of his family took turns going out to fight, the results still unknown, while he could do nothing but pray for their safety (choosing between the ancestors who hated him and the Will of Fire which knew a lot more about his treason than Asuma ever would). He hadn't felt this way since his childhood in Mist, when it was his mother going out on difficult, dangerous missions while he sat at home knowing that any day, he could become an orphan. That was the nature of shinobi life. Hazō couldn't let himself forget that this was what it was like for everyone else. Whenever he saw another ninja, he was looking at someone who expected to lose their loved ones one by one over the next several years, if they themselves lived that long.

With the Gōketsu's mission-free honeymoon finally ending, was he going to be one of those ninja himself?

The door flew open, and Hazō gave silent thanks for whatever distraction was incoming. A civilian servant rushed up to the Hokage, passing on some kind of message in an excited whisper.

"Ask him to join us here."

A minute later, Hazō retracted the silent thanks, and replaced them with a series of choice sailor curses that had been too good not to filter through from the civilian world to the shinobi.

"I have returned from my mission," Orochimaru announced in a voice so apathetic it made him fit right in as far as this meeting was concerned. "That is all."

He began to turn to leave again.

But there was something different about the Hokage today. His expression was mild, his mouth relaxed, but the muscles around his eyes were tight with concentration. "Welcome home, Orochimaru," he said, and there was something about the warmth in that voice, and the tension, that was not quite right, not quite his. "Please report."

Orochimaru blinked. "The initial journey was uneventful. My escorts were able to dispatch the attacking chakra beasts without my intervention, and finding Isan was trivial with the aid of scout summons. Negotiations with the Isan Clan Council were brief. After three days, I set out north with a force of 214 Isan ninja. As Cloud scouts had no way to predict an assault from the south, our initial victories were overwhelming. However, since my chūnin escorts and I were the only skywalker users, it was impossible to prevent escapees from warning forces further up the coast, and the Isanese's unfamiliarity with the terrain slowed pursuit.

"I estimate that we eliminated a quarter to a third of the enemy expeditionary force. The rest retreated north through the archipelago towards Haran Bay, an area outside the scope of the mission."

Then whatever unusually cooperative mood had seized him dissipated, and his focused expression was replaced with a more familiar faint scowl. "I will send you the usual report in due course. Now, I am weary. Is there anything else?"

"No," the Hokage said. "Thank you, Orochimaru."

Orochimaru gave a disinterested nod and left without ever acknowledging the presence of the clan heads or the representatives.

The tone of the meeting changed instantly. Cloud had been repelled. The second front was no more. They might learn their lesson from being punched in the face with two hundred shinobi and an S-ranker out of nowhere, or they might try again without the element of surprise, but either way, the coast was now clear for Leaf to focus its efforts on obliterating Rock as it deserved.

However, before discussion could turn to this most glorious of subjects…

"I apologise," came the voice of a guard from outside, "but the Hokage is in a meeting right now and can't be disturbed. Please come back later."

"Allow me to present the matter to you from a different angle," an unmistakeable, insolently cheerful voice responded. "You know the Hokage's policies better than me. Which would be worse, the consequences for allowing a foreign ninja to interrupt an important meeting, or the consequences for preventing the emissary of the Village Hidden in the Mist from delivering urgent news that could change the tide of the war?"

There was a sigh.

"You know, you could have led with the 'urgent news' part."

"It would have been less dramatic. Everybody inside can hear us, you know."

The Hokage raised his voice. "Let her in."

"Lord Hokage," Ami said with a bow, "honoured clan heads, I am Mori Ami, here in an official capacity as the emissary of the Mizukage and the Village Hidden in the Mist."

"Welcome, Mori Ami." The Hokage gave an affable nod. If he was as impatient to hear the Mizukage's response as Hazō, he showed no sign of it. "What news do you have from our ally?"

Ami gave a warm but professional smile. "In recognition of the ancient bonds of friendship between our two villages…"

She paused meaningfully, and the Hokage nodded. Across the room, Shikamaru wrote something down in a notepad.

"…and in accordance with the terms of the recent alliance, Lord Mizukage is pleased to send Mist's finest forces in support of Leaf's defence against their ancient enemies. You may expect the forerunners to arrive within the next three days."

All eyes were drawn to the maps and the clear run from Mist to Leaf, unimpeded by Cloud forces. The war had just turned upside down. Hazō could sense that everyone in the room was impatient for Ami to leave so they could start grappling with the implications.

"Shall I return to my quarters, Lord Hokage?" Ami asked innocently.

The Hokage considered briefly. "If I may clarify one thing…" he said, "Lord Mizukage?"

"Oh, yes," Ami said. "I suppose I should have mentioned that. I regret to inform you that Kurosawa Ren is no longer Mizukage, as she stands accused of treason against the Village Hidden in the Mist. Fortunately, Lord Utakata has accepted the clans' unanimous invitation to assume the position of Sixth Mizukage in order to secure Mist's safety and stability in these dangerous times."

The clan heads' excited muttering was cut off as if by a kunai. As far as Hazō knew, it was impossible for a Kage to commit treason by definition, since they were the final arbiter of what the term meant and when it applied. In other words, the Six-Tails jinchūriki had deposed the Mizukage in a coup, likely facilitated by the fact that he was an unstoppable superhuman with powers Hazō couldn't guess at, and the primary guarantee of Mist's survival, while she was a diplomat with jōnin-level taijutsu and a compromise candidate.

Given that Jiraiya had done something very similar, and Aunt Ren was a terrible person, Hazō couldn't find it in himself to be as upset as he probably should have been.

Except…

"Lord Hokage, if I may?" Hazō raised a hand.

"Go ahead, Lord Gōketsu."

"When did the change of Kage take place?" Hazō had a horrible feeling he already knew the answer, but maybe, just maybe, this time he'd be wrong.

"January 26," Ami said perkily, "immediately after Kurosawa's arrest. I'm afraid I can't go into the detail of the charges against her for reasons of national security, but I can assure you that she is unharmed and will receive a fair trial according to the laws and traditions of Hidden Mist."

"I see," the Hokage said, brushing his hand across his chin contemplatively. "is there any other important news from Mist we should be aware of?"

"Nothing particularly relevant to Leaf," Ami said. "Lord Mizukage has named Mori Ryūgamine and Kuroda Shinzō as his chief advisors, and together they're preparing probably the biggest reform package in Mist's history. The Clan Council's been expanded, and it's going to do fascinating things to the power balance. Most importantly, I'm back in charge as the ambassador. That's relevant to Leaf." She gave a brief frown. "Only not, because I'll still be doing the exact same work. Possibly more. Suddenly I feel cheated.

"Anyway, there's nothing urgent, Lord Hokage. I would be happy to brief you properly later in my ambassadorial capacity."

"Very good," the Hokage said. "Thank you for conveying Lord Mizukage's message."

Ami bowed, to him and then to the assembled clan heads et cetera, and left with a jaunty step (which was almost certainly fake if she'd just spent all day travelling at ninja speed, although one never quite knew with jōnin).

-o-​

She caught him on his way out as he knew she would. Something had happened in Mist, something that surpassed the imagination of sane people like Hazō, and if there was one thing constant about the avatar of chaos, it was that she could no more resist boasting after a successful scheme than Noburi could resist pranking him when his back was turned, Kei could resist pointing out all his failures (which, to be fair, was her job), or Kagome-sensei could resist accusing people of lupchanzen possession when they acted out of character.

"Welcome back, Ami." He smiled. Strictly speaking, these days he could get by without his cane, but today he was very grateful for its assistance as he braced himself the instant before a massive hug.

"Ahh, that's the stuff," Ami said several seconds later. "Hugs you don't have to time are the best, second only to hugs from Kei."

"I'll take your word for it," Hazō said. "'Hugging Kei' is shorthand for 'suicide by stupidity' in the Gōketsu Clan—as in, 'Time travel seals? Why don't you go hug Kei while you're at it?'"

"Ooh, speaking of, how is she? Where is she? Who is she? Why is she?"

"She's fine, on a mission, legally Nara Kei, and I've never dared ask because I'm pretty sure her answers would all be very depressing," Hazō replied.

Ami's smile disappeared. "What kind of mission?"

"You know I can't tell you that, Ami," Hazō said.

"Is it another special summoner mission with Noburi?"

Hazō rolled his eyes. "How do you even know about those?"

"Hazō," she said, "hundreds of genin were involved in a massive operation that involved doing something really weird and ended in a legendary victory that was all thanks to them. You'd have better luck covering up the fact that Rock Lee believes in Youth. Why do you think the Hokage's had all his pawns spreading disinformation to confuse enemy spies?

"But forget that. Is Kei—relatively—safe?"

"I am unable to either confirm or deny the details of any ongoing Hidden Leaf mission, regardless of that mission's implications for my sister's safety," Hazō recited, taking care not to use an Iron Nerve poker face.

"Got it," Ami said with a grateful smirk. "I'll lavish my sisterly affection on you for now."

"I'll take what I can get," Hazō said, silently hoping it was an improvement on the other kind. "More importantly, Ami…" He glanced around. By this point, they were near the wall, with clear lines of sight that did not conceal any watching ANBU. "Did you depose the Mizukage?"

Ami beamed. "Nope. Lord Utakata deposed the Mizukage. The very idea that I, a humble jōnin who'd mostly been away for a year, should have set up a youth organisation that was able to offer a traumatised ex-missing-nin a place to belong during the chaos after Nagi Island, when he had no connections whatsoever in Mist, while Kurosawa couldn't afford to publicly reject Yagura's legacy of missing-nin hatred because the sharks were still pissed at you guys for existing and also for humiliating Mist before the world at the Chūnin Exams? Laughable. Next you'll be suggesting that my deputies built on his fear and loathing of Yagura and his regime, which Kurosawa was taking too long to dismantle because she couldn't afford to alienate the traditionalists, needed the toolkit to reinforce her fragile rule, and wasn't taking my people seriously enough as political actors whose demands mattered. What a wild imagination you have, Hazō.

"Still, there's an important lesson here for you. None of this was set in stone. She could have alienated me, and then played a perfect game and been perfectly fine, because there was no way I was going to put in the time and resources and take the risks necessary to bring down a Kage, especially when I was happy minding my own business over here. Or she could have kept me on-side and screwed up in the massive, unimaginable, epic fashion she just did, and I'd have interceded with the boys and bailed her out—or, frankly, warned her up front, because none of this was unpreventable. But bitter enemies and big mistakes? No. Either you pick one or you end up dead."

Hazō shivered at the cold in Ami's eyes. "Is she going to? End up dead, I mean."

"Well, no," Ami admitted. "Lord Sixth wants the Kurosawa under his thumb, not out for blood. The beauty of those Yagura-style trials she failed to abolish is that you can plausibly convict anybody of anything. She'll have her charges of treason downgraded to heinous malefaction—say what you like about Yagura, he had rhetoric—and then he'll pardon her as an inaugural act of charity, putting the Kurosawa in his debt. Obviously, the Kurosawa can't have a clan head who not only failed to hold onto the hat but got convicted of heinous malefaction by the new regime, so by this time next month she'll be just another jōnin, only with an aura of failure and disgrace that will follow her around for the rest of her life.

"I bet you find it even more delicious than I do."

Hazō couldn't deny the poetic justice of it. Granted, Aunt Ren wasn't going to get kicked out of the Kurosawa—presumably—so she still wouldn't experience more than a fraction of the suffering and privation Mum had been forced to endure, but still, if ever a twist of fortune had "karma" written on it…

"If Hana didn't hate the clan," Ami added, "I'd almost be tempted to try and get her set up as the next clan head to complete the circle, but those aren't feelings you can smother or wish away. Once you turn your back on the people who made you who you are, it's forever.

"On a more interesting note…" Ami grinned. "How was the commitment ceremony? After all the time we spent planning it, it had better not have gone off without a hitch."

"'We'?" Hazō asked. "Ami, please tell me that this at least wasn't one of your master plans."

Ami shook her head. "Nah, I just gave Kei a lesson in how Mori are beings of contingency, and how when you can't interact with the world head-on, what you do is set things up so that no matter what stimulus you get, it pushes you in a direction that you want to go. Case in point: the AMI wasn't set up to take Kurosawa down and replace her with an absolute dictator who'd spent a year being brainwashed by people who are in love with me. Nobody knew, in the early days of Kurosawa's reign, whether she'd be the leader we needed. Nobody knew she was capable of screwing up so incredibly that the youth of Mist would collectively decide they wanted their own Kage gone. Heck, nobody knew, until the literal moment the AMI announced its existence, that Lord Utakata would come back to Mist and Yagura wouldn't. But Mori are beings of contingency. We don't need to know the future. We don't need to choose it. We just need to make sure that every path it can go down leads to victory.

"So the commitment ceremony is the Hagoromo's last chance to stand in the way of the Concubine Laws. How do we win if they take it? How do we win if they don't? Most importantly, what are the most awesome ways we can win? With the right conceptual framework and a bit of nudging, Kei refined the political victory into brutal humiliation, and then optimised with Snowflake the way to get the Hagoromo there without suspecting anything and without time to do recon, but—and this is the best part—only if they were utter scumbags. If Lord Hagoromo had had the tiniest bit of decency in his shrivelled black lump of a heart, he'd have left two girls to celebrate their forbidden love in private, and it would have been a much quieter, victimless victory."

"Three girls," Hazō corrected.

"I'm sorry?"

"Three girls," he repeated. "Kei, Tenten, Snowflake."

"Well sure," Ami said, "but only Kei and Tenten were…"

She broke off to stare at him. "Hazō, don't tell me…"

Hazō studied Ami's rare and delightful bemused expression. "Yeah, they're a lawfully not-married triad now. I guess they were going to surprise you at the ceremony, only then you couldn't make it."

Ami continued to stare. "They pulled off a three-way not-wedding involving a shadow clone in a way that was lawful enough to satisfy half of Leaf's power-holders and the Hagoromo."

"That's right."

Ami was silent for a full three seconds.

Then, a deeply, deeply ominous grin began to stretch slowly across her face. "That's it. I refuse to be outdone by my little sister. Say goodbye to the Leaf you knew."

"Uh, Ami?" Hazō interrupted. "What about that whole thing with Aunt Ren and Lord Utakata?"

"Old news," Ami brushed him off. "My sister has just wielded the power of Law to rewrite society, the nature of romantic love, and the very definitions of metaphysics.

"Chaos must answer."

Hazō had a sudden, very vivid image of Leaf in ashes, with Ami and Kei holding each other atop the shattered ruins of the Hokage Tower. Ami was stroking Kei's hair.

The only way to save Leaf was to distract Ami with something very interesting and completely unrelated, just like Mari had distracted Orochimaru with… with… ah, crap.

Hazō realised, with perfect clarity, that if he did not tell her about the Orochimaru incident right now, then Ami would go away and hear Kei's version of the story first. And if he did tell her about the Orochimaru incident right now…

In his mind, Ami and Kei held each other atop the shattered ruins of the Hokage Tower. Mari's corpse lay at their feet.

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This chapter is set during the Chapter 481 timeskip, and thus receives no extra XP.

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Chapter 484: The Power of Teamwork

Immediately after Chapter 482, and not long before Chapter 483…

Ami's eyes glowed with the promise of a Leaf remade in her own image—the image of utter chaos, bent to purposes no sane man dared to imagine. Even Hazō hesitated to try. Fortunately, he strongly suspected that incoming revelations would distract her, just as they had distracted Orochimaru. Unfortunately, said revelations involved turning a powerful and unpredictable entity into a threat to a member of his own family, just as they had with Orochimaru. More unfortunately still, he had no choice. Kei might be objective in her narration, but given her track record of violent emotional reactions when hurt, it seemed like a bad idea to gamble Mari's safety on it. No, as Mari herself had taught Hazō, there were few more important tools in a politician's arsenal than the ability to anticipate and control the narrative.

"Actually," Hazō said, "before you transmute or destroy the foundations of my reality, could you do me a favour?"

The glow of doom faded a little. "A favour?" Ami asked. "That's certainly something, given how you're already so deep in debt with me that you can barely see the ancestors in the abyss far above you. Never set foot in a loan shark's office, Hazō."

"I think," Hazō said with perfect sincerity, "that you're far more dangerous than any loan shark I could find."

The glow faded a little further. Ami's lips stretched in what looked like an involuntary smile.

"For someone whose cause of death will be saying the wrong thing to the wrong person at the wrong time, Hazō, every now and again you do manage to roll a critical hit. Not that, on reflection, you have anything to fear from loan sharks—at least not while you have Haru."

"That's over," Hazō said definitively. "The Gōketsu do not harm civilians just because it's easy. Don't get the wrong idea, Ami—I hate that it happened, and if it ever happens again, then it'll be because I failed to enforce clan values, and I will take proper responsibility."

"I know," Ami said. "Akane has so much faith in you it's frankly unhealthy, and you should be doing something about it before she ends up like Kei."

"You've been talking to Akane?" Hazō asked, mentally filing away the most disturbing idea he'd heard since—actually, he'd just heard about Ami planning to unleash her full creativity on Leaf. Never mind.

Ami nodded. "We have tea together from time to time. Her worldview is so weird and alien that it has value to me, like most weird and alien things, and unlike Rock Lee, she can explain it in a coherent fashion.

"But forget people who accidentally let slip all sorts of interesting information about the Gōketsu because lying is counter to the very core of their identity. What's this favour you want from me?"

Hazō would have to have a serious conversation with Akane at some point. Two serious conversations, in fact. No, three, since he still didn't know her position on the Mari-Kei issue and the last thing he wanted was the rift in the family to grow wider still.

Assuming she was alive.

"I'd like you to help me optimise a sensitive conversation which could have some very bad outcomes unless it's handled just right."

"Ooh." Ami grinned. "A challenge. The Frozen Skein sucks at optimising social, so this is going to come down to me and my personal awesomeness. Which, of course, will be reflected in the cost. Who's the lucky target?"

Hazō breathed in slowly, then out again. This was the first of the pivoting points that might decide Mari's fate.

"One Mori Ami," he said as casually as he could without giving away the fact that he wasn't feeling casual at all. "I need a means of persuasion so good that it will work on her even though she was the one to help optimise it. Do you think you can handle it?"

Ami's grin stretched to extraordinary proportions. "I knew there was a reason why I didn't warp your cognition and leave you a hollow puppet subordinate to my will the first time we met. What's the lucky topic?"

"Something that might make Ami very angry and generally trigger an impulse to do counterproductive things that I really don't want her to do."

Hazō pulled out his last remaining favour token, Hidden Sand green, and offered it to her.

Ami accepted it, studied it from several angles like a jeweller might study a flawless diamond handed to her by a grimy ne'er-do-well, then snapped it in two with a tap of her thumb.

"A pittance to offer for manipulating the Mori Ami. On the other hand, I've just gone from being perched on the verge of execution to being functionally untouchable in two villages, so I'm generally in a good mood. Also, you've shown a rare understanding of the insanity that defines my worldview, and I've dated people for less. Hit me."

First hurdle, cleared. Even if things only went downhill from here, Hazō was officially a genius of the highest order. He was willing to bet that there was no one else in Leaf, or possibly the world, who would have not only come up with this plan but dared to attempt it. He'd have to make sure to give her a post-interaction survey form as well.

"The first approach I'd like you to consider," he said, "is the raw emotional approach. First, we explain the emotional truth of the situation to Ami. Specifically, we tell her that Kei feels Mari sacrificed her for my sake, and that this was a betrayal beyond what she could endure."

The grin evaporated, leaving a chill mist that blurred Ami's feelings into unreadability.

"Did she."

"The important part," Hazō hurried on, "is that this is an accurate emotional portrayal from Kei's perspective. Presenting its impact up front would allow Ami to prepare, and then process it constructively as I add further factual details. The portrayal would also prominently include the fact that Kei has already applied appropriate sanctions for Mari's behaviour. Keeping that in mind over the course of the conversation would help Ami accept the final conclusion that the matter is already settled.

"And the sanctions?"

"Kei cut ties with her completely." It was still hard to believe even as Hazō said it. Irrationally, he himself felt a little betrayed, not by either of the two, but by a universe that had refused to give them the chance to heal and rebuild that they both deserved. With all the suffering already present in the world, with all the horror of an interested Orochimaru, was it really necessary to add more drama still?

"As far as she is concerned, they're strangers now, not even connected by a bond of revenge. In other words, to Kei, it's over. Also, there's no longer a bond of trust to break, so Mari isn't able to betray Kei again in the future.

"I'm hoping that this approach will persuade Ami that, even though Kei was hurt, the incident is concluded, so there's no need for her to involve herself in a destructive fashion."

"I see."

"I'm aware of the obvious possibility for failure," Hazō went on. "Presenting the most impactful part first—Kei being hurt badly enough to cut ties—might cause Ami to view the matter in the most negative possible light instead, and then it'll be a lot harder to recover the situation than it would be otherwise."

Ami gave a thoughtful nod. "Yeah, that's a nice stab at how things might go wrong—if you're an optimist who makes Akane look like Kei. You're drawing Ami's attention to Kei being hurt and Mari getting proper consequences. Obviously, Ami's going to ask if the consequences did the job. Is Kei actually protected? Is Mari actually punished enough? You're gambling that she'll reach the same conclusions as you, yet your analysis is too shallow to serve as a secure foundation."

Ami's voice cooled—not in an aggressive way, but in a way that cut off the warm emotional connection with which they'd started the conversation. Her footsteps grew more regular as they approached the compound gates, then walked past them into the forest. Hazō had no choice but to follow.

"I would say that first, Ami would challenge the connection between cutting ties and the impossibility of future betrayal. In Ami's model of Kei, Kei claiming that she no longer has an emotional connection with Mari does not mean she would be able to follow through at a core level, at least not without a great deal of time. Lovers terminating a relationship constantly assert, to both each other and themselves, that it is 'over' in the most final way possible. As ways to cope with the pain of parting go, it is one of the least effective. Ami has been the object of many lingering attachments, and is aware that special means are needed to sever them swiftly and efficiently. Kei lacks this expertise, and as long as interaction with Mari continues, in any form, it is possible for Mari to reopen the wound with further betrayals.

"By the same token, Mari's continued presence in Kei's life, the reminder of the lost bond, would likely be the greatest risk factor for continuing pain, more than mourning her death. As an experienced shinobi, Ami is aware that the intensity of mourning is attenuated both by time and by the development of coping mechanisms that make the difference between one's own life and death. She would thus conclude that her natural instinct to destroy Mari in vengeance was supported by straightforward practical concerns. Conversely, in the unlikely event that the loss of emotional connection was genuine, Ami would no longer need to concern herself with Kei's reaction to Mari's death or total excoriation, and could give herself over fully to the desire to inflict punishment based on her own preferences.

"On the whole, this approach is very unreliable for the purpose of achieving your goal, which I presume is to protect Mari from excruciating destruction at Ami's hands."

She paused.

"Your concern that it would cause Ami to view the matter in the most negative light implies that there is more, which Ami could potentially consider to be even worse than the emotional betrayal. Obviously, my optimisation will be flawed if I am lacking information which Ami is likely to learn or be influenced by in her ultimate response."

"True," Hazō agreed, a little shaken by his success so far. "But my second approach will deal with that. I'd do things in the opposite order: start at the beginning and go through events chronologically, culminating in the sanctions, vividly described. Following the arc would let Ami conclude with a feeling of righteous justice, and finally catharsis, and a feeling that the issue was resolved.

"Of course, the danger is that Ami might reach the end, and the emotional high, only to feel the sanctions were insufficient, and then you have an Ami still filled with righteous justice and you've run out of narrative. It would be hard to recover from something like that."

"So what are the events chronologically?" Ami asked. "I can hardly model without."

Hazō gulped. This was the point where, if Ami snapped out of helpful mode, it was over.

"You know how I ran a summoner gaming night after the Battle of Five Clans? I told Noburi to invite all the summoners, and, unbelievably, Orochimaru turned up—though I think he would have done anyway because he needed to bring the Snake champion. Anyway, I decided that letting him interact with my family and their Bloodline Limits was a terrible idea, so I tried to draw him off into a private one-on-one conversation. My first few openers didn't break the ice, and eventually I hit on the idea of talking about the Great Seal. It's been my hope for a while to get him interested in helping with the Great Seal, though less so now when avoiding his attention is a massive priority.

"Anyway, in the process of telling him about the Great Seal, I accidentally hinted at a clan secret that drew his attention, and it looked like he was about to take me home and vivisect me, or something equally awful, in order to find out more. Mari turned up at the last second, and managed to lie her head off and convince him the clan secret was something boring and not worth his time. Unfortunately, it was starting to look like it wasn't enough, and he might take me away on principle."

He could tell Ami knew where this was going by the way the winter was suddenly a lot more wintry. After all, he'd mentioned sacrifice at the start.

"Mari had to come up with an idea in a matter of seconds while under enormous pressure. The idea she came up with was to point him at Snowflake as a cognitively-independent shadow clone, because he would love to have cognitively independent shadow clones to generate ideas, and therefore at Kei. She figured that, with Kei not being literally in the room and about to be taken, and with her having all her political allies and assets to protect her, she had much better chances of survival than I did."

Ami nodded, but didn't say anything.

"She told Orochimaru that Kei was in one of the far outbuildings, and led him there, when she was actually in the central room, thereby buying us time to get away at massive risk to her own life. We went to take shelter with the Nara and plan our next move, and then in the morning we got the news about Cloud. With Hinata's help, we managed to persuade Asuma to send Orochimaru out of the village on a mission, and then we persuaded Tsunade to come down on him before he left, and he promised not to kidnap anyone. I don't know what that's worth, but it's something. More importantly, we told him he couldn't have his own cognitively-independent shadow clones because he wasn't a Mori, and apparently that was good enough, so Kei should be in the clear." Assuming he didn't suspect a lie, given that Mari had only just lied to him the previous day.

"Why did the Hokage not deal with Orochimaru personally?" Ami interrupted.

"That's not relevant to the optimisation," Hazō said carefully. "What's relevant is that after it was all over, Kei told Mari that, even though it had been a rationally correct decision, Mari's willingness to sacrifice her to save me also meant she could never trust Mari again, and that they weren't family anymore—or anything else. It was devastating for Mari"—probably; Mari had avoided showing her true feelings on the subject to anyone—"and it was made even worse when they saw each other again at a party, and Mari tried to apologise, and both Kei and Snowflake completely rejected her. On top of that, Yuno's taken Kei's side and thinks Mari and I acted immorally, which I kind of get given Yuno's background, but it's another thing for Mari to have to live with every day. Honestly, I suspect the only reason Yuno hasn't murdered her is that I gave her direct orders and she respects the command structure.

"So do you think structuring it that way would work on Ami?"

Ami was silent for a long time. In the stillness of the snowy forest, it felt like forever.

"I believe you have missed an essential point," she said. "You have described circumstances under which Mari actively threatened Kei's life, and acted according to a rationale which is unaltered by her loss of connection to Kei. If anything, if Mari accepts Kei's decision, she is more likely to sacrifice her in the future, since her value to Mari will have decreased while yours and that of others will not.

"This leaves Ami with a problem to solve, and two choices of how to solve it. First, she could alter Mari's calculations such that Kei is more valuable than anyone she might be sacrificed to protect. However, Mari is too powerful for Ami to brainwash. Orochimaru or Tsunade might be capable of it, but persuading them to do so would be prohibitively difficult. Nor is it possible to blackmail Mari—clearly, the obvious thought of Ami's vengeance did not stop her in the original event. Persuasion would certainly be a fool's task, since Ami would have no control over whether Mari changed her mind when a new sacrificing opportunity arose. That means the only way is to eliminate everyone who might conceivably be more valuable to Mari than Kei, beginning with yourself.

"Alternatively, Mari must be eliminated, or disabled in a way that would prevent her from exercising her agency against Kei—in other words, made physically incapable of violence or communication in a way beyond Tsunade's ability to restore.

"Of these options, eliminating Mari is easiest, most reliable, and least problematic for Ami's future plans, although the torture element of incapacitation holds emotional appeal.

"With all this in mind, it is irrelevant whether Ami considers Kei's sanctions against Mari to be sufficient. To Ami, Kei's safety overrides any concerns of justice."

The cold seeping through Hazō (probably) had nothing to do with Ami's jōnin aura. If you took protecting Kei as your absolute priority with which you could take no risks, and if you thought that nothing you could do, nothing Mori Ami could do, posed enough of a deterrent… he could see how murder would begin to look appealing.

"All right," Hazō said. "I'm guessing that also rules out the next approach I was going to suggest, which was reciting the events in a completely neutral fashion and trusting in Ami's sense of fairness to reach a constructive conclusion."

"Indeed," Ami agreed. "The notion of fairness is orthogonal to protecting Kei from future sacrifice. For that matter, Ami respects Mari's powers of deception, and would not be able to completely trust that any display of suffering or contrition would be genuine, in nature or in extent. This is one reason why I&S specialists do not make genuine emotional bonds with each other."

Like sister, like sister.

"So arguing that Ami's desires have already been satisfied is a no-go," Hazō concluded. "That's fine. We can still switch tracks completely and go for an empathetic approach. There are distinct parallels between Mari's actions and some of Ami's actions, and highlighting those might help Ami understand Mari's standpoint and look for a less destructive solution, or become aware that her intent to hurt Mari would be hypocritical. Of course, Ami might not see it that way, or she might not care about being a hypocrite, but it's worth a try."

"What parallels are these?" Ami asked neutrally.

"First, I could propose to Ami that Mari sees me the way that Ami sees Kei. If Ami believes that her actions with regard to protecting Kei are justified, even at risk to others' lives, then surely she can feel compassion for Mari's decision to do the same thing.

Ami shook her head almost immediately. "Ami would never accept the premise. First, she possesses a strong irrational belief that her love for Kei is unique and incomparable, just as Kei is unique and incomparable. Second, she would draw on the more reasonable argument that Ami has loved Kei since the age of four, that love only being strengthened through its endurance of changes in both of their personalities and their relationship over fifteen years, and having become a core constituent element of their personalities. You would not be able to persuade Ami that a fully-developed twenty-[REDACTED] adult could achieve the same with your teenage self over two years of acquaintance. The attempt would risk offending her, which would impact further dialogue, as well as reducing her faith in your emotional intelligence."

"OK," Hazō said, "should've seen that coming. What about the Final Gift Programme?"

Ami gave him a quizzical look. "Is that relevant?"

"I think so," Hazō said. "Mari took a risk with Kei's life as a way for me to escape the threat posed by Orochimaru. Ami knows that threat full well, because she made the much greater, ongoing sacrifice of numerous KEI ninja for the same purpose. I also recently met Kichi Gai, who told me that Ami permits him to manipulate people into sacrificing themselves even when they otherwise wouldn't, still for the same purpose."

"Wow," Ami said. "That sure would be a great way to shut down dialogue fast. Hazō, I don't think you get what the Final Gift Programme is. When Ami created it, in what she considers a burst of genius to be proud of given the extreme constraints she was under—she created a single solution to a whole bunch of problems. Ami survives, starving families get saved, Orochimaru stops kidnapping innocents, and the Hokage stops losing face and having his authority undermined because he can't stop Orochimaru kidnapping innocents. For every ninja enjoying Orochimaru's hospitality right now, there's a family that's not going to starve or do any of the vile things that poor people are forced to do in order not to starve."

"Ami could have persuaded the Hokage to pay the families of crippled ninja anyway, without any of the torture and death," Hazō countered.

"Mm-hmm," Ami said. "Ami would not be impressed by that argument. First, it's a moot point because if she hadn't offered Orochimaru something really good, she wouldn't have made it out of the compound alive, and nobody would've got anything. Failing to follow through once she was out? Probably even worse. Second, seven Hokage in a row haven't given a toss about crippled ninja. Nor have any other Kage, to the best of my knowledge. It's not like they're hidden in some underground catacomb, you know—every Hokage sees mission reports saying 'X lost her legs and is no longer fit for duty', makes a note, then moves on to the next. No, it took getting a concrete reward—chaining the monster in the Basement—before the Seventh signed up to throwing money at people who couldn't give him anything in return. Ami is a cynic, with very little time for the notion of altruism from those in power.

"But that's not the big one, because Ami is very confident in her abilities. If you asked her whether she really couldn't manipulate a Hokage into throwing money away with no reward, her pride wouldn't let her claim surrender. The big one's the kidnappings. In Ami's mind, putting an end to the kidnappings—something the Hokage himself couldn't do—is a major gift to the KEI, not only in terms of ninja lives saved (and also civilian lives, but she doesn't care about those so much), but also in terms of the peace of mind that every ninja has from knowing the boogeyman isn't going to turn up and kidnap and murder them or their loved ones. Going on a mission while knowing your loved ones are back in Mist and might be in danger and you aren't there to protect them is a genuine risk factor for mission failure; Ami would have no problem running the numbers for you.

"Also, Kichi Gai's a sadistic, power-tripping asshole whose continued survival is an unfortunate consequence of the KEI Master Database: crippled ninja who lift their families out of poverty through ninjutsu trade et cetera aren't going to sacrifice themselves, meaning Orochimaru gets fewer sacrifices, meaning he gets less happy, meaning there's an increasing risk of the Programme shutting down, at which point we go back to regular kidnappings. Also people with less to trade, like taijutsu specs, who incidentally happen to be the most at risk from crippling injury, go back to watching their families starve to death. That means there has to be some mechanism to make sure enough people keep signing up, even as the community's fortunes improve overall.

"I think Ami would be very pissed at you for describing her imperfect solution to four different problems—five if you include power maximisation—as a purely selfish act of mass murder. In theory, she could even argue that her survival is of more net benefit to the KEI and Leaf and the AMI and Mist than the lives of those crippled ninja, but I don't think she would because she's too self-centred to weigh her life against anyone else's (except Kei's, which weighs more).

"The other thing is, with you framing this issue in terms of hypocrisy, Ami would immediately point out that you never did anything for crippled ninja yourself, despite being keenly aware of their issues. In principle, you could even have gone to the Hokage yourself and persuaded him that they deserved payment without having to sacrifice themselves. Now, that's not specifically a counter to your approach, since it doesn't affect her actions as weighed against Mari's, but you have to consider how seriously Ami will take your judgement if she decides you're a hypocrite accusing her of being a hypocrite.

"I think I've made a sufficient case for why the empathetic approach as you've presented it would backfire disastrously, but there's one last issue to consider. Ami's model of you says that her actions as you've presented them—causing the torturous deaths of dozens of innocents for her personal benefit—should be monstrous and unacceptable in your eyes. However, the model also says that you would intervene if you saw someone you care about performing monstrous acts. Yet you have never attempted to persuade her to stop, or to seek more moral alternatives. To Ami, who is constantly looking for additional data points with which to navigate the ambiguity of your relationship, that you should not confront her until you need a tool to use in an argument tilts that ambiguity heavily away from 'family' and towards 'outsider'. It is best not to dwell on the emotional implications at this time, except to advise you not to follow up such an argument with any appeal to the relationship between Ami and the Gōketsu."

"Got it," Hazō said.

That was… no, he had to keep his mind on his objective. Everything took second place to making sure they got out of this without a conflict between Mari and Ami.

"Let's go the other way," he said. "Not empathy, but pragmatism. Suppose we focus on the reasons why Ami's initial desires, with regard to inflicting harm on Mari, would be counterproductive. There's any number of reasons for that. Mari is a jōnin and necessary in wartime, so Ami would be endangering Leaf and angering the Hokage, who might execute her, or imprison her, or banish her from Leaf, and in any of those scenarios she wouldn't be able to protect Kei or see her again at all. The Gōketsu would be forced to protect her, and then Ami would have to hurt us as well, and that would hurt Kei emotionally, even if she didn't care about Mari herself. It would risk undermining the Leaf-Mist alliance, and then Mist might not help us against Rock and it would put Leaf and Kei in danger. And so on.

"If Ami takes this reasoning seriously, that gives us an opportunity to pivot to discussing constructive responses to the situation, at which point the fundamental problem is solved and we can just apply our intelligence to figuring out which alternative is best."

Ami considered. "Better. I'm sorry to say that your emotional appeals don't show a very good model of Ami's personality—which isn't a big deal, since there's only one person in the world with a good model of Ami's personality—but pragmatism is equally effective coming from anyone.

"Your problem is the aforementioned threat to Kei's life. For as long as inflicting harm on Mari is necessary to protect Kei, the consequences don't matter. Ami will sacrifice anything and everything, including herself, for that purpose.

"More broadly, Ami doesn't think in terms of insuperable barriers. If it's necessary to eliminate Mari without angering the Hokage, she will find a way to eliminate Mari without angering the Hokage. If eliminating Mari would hurt Kei, she would find a way to minimise that hurt, though I would say that Ami is unlikely to consider that a major issue when Kei's life is at stake. If it's necessary to eliminate Mari without undermining the Leaf-Mist alliance, then she would have to make sure the alliance was sufficiently solid, or that Mari's death would not have a strong impact on it, or she could simply wait until the war was over, though this is undesirable because it could leave plenty of time for Mari to attempt to sacrifice Kei again.

"You cannot propose an obstacle which Ami would feel herself abjectly unable to overcome, and while ordinarily, some obstacles would be too expensive to be worth bothering with, this does not apply where Kei is concerned. Her only issue would be settling matters before Kei is in danger of sacrifice again."

"In other words," Hazō said, "we won't get anywhere unless we can persuade Ami that Kei's life isn't in any further danger."

"I would say not."

"That actually fits my next suggested approach," Hazō said, "which is try to convince Ami to accept my best-light interpretation of the situation. Mari objectively did her best to save everyone, which is to say that she not only chose the highest-probability gamble, but she also put her life on the line by lying to Orochimaru—and he did hurt her as a result—and she was right in thinking that, thanks to both of us getting out of the building and then getting help from Kei's allies, we'd be able to get through the situation without anyone being kidnapped by Orochimaru, now or in the future.

"Besides, it averted the worst-case scenario where Orochimaru found out about Snowflake at some random later date, and kidnapped Kei at a time when we weren't ready to marshal all our resources to save her.

"In other words, everyone did their best and everything worked out for the best. Following that up by hurting Mari would only ruin the success."

"The Snowflake point is an interesting one," Ami said thoughtfully, "and might give Ami pause. What concerns me is that you are approaching the incident solely from the perspective of consequences. As a logistician by blood, Ami is inclined to consider probabilities, and the more she considers the issue, the more she will identify points where, but for a greater or lesser amount of luck, everything would have ended in ruin. Ami can not only generate many scenarios of failure, but also estimate their probabilities to her own satisfaction.

"Recall that Ami's concern is Mari's initial act of sacrifice. It does not help your case for Ami to think, 'Mari was prepared to risk Kei's life with only a 70% probability that she would die'. Nor 50%. Nor 30%. There is no plausible number that Ami would consider acceptable, insofar as it is only through deliberate mental discipline that she accepts Kei's right to risk her own life by serving as a ninja. Nor is it permissible for Mari to believe that there is such a number.

"Furthermore, even if Ami were to approve entirely of Mari's handling of the situation in general terms, which I believe to be entirely possible, general terms do not apply to Kei. As far as Ami is concerned, Kei is exceptional in every way, and any situation involving her must be analysed on its own terms.

"Moving back to the perspective of consequences, to Ami, hurting Mari would also be a natural part of the consequences of endangering Kei, no less so than Kei severing ties with Mari. Indeed, it would have been much more predictable than the other elements of the outcome, as Ami is extremely predictable when it comes to Kei."

"I'm running low on ideas here," Hazō admitted. "There's still the adversarial approach, which I really don't want to turn to, but needs listing because right now I'll take anything. Suppose we bribed or threatened Ami?"

Ami gave him an incredulous look. "What with?"

"In terms of bribing, there's nothing one can bribe Ami with except a favour, is there?" Hazō asked. "Favours are convertible into any other kind of good or service."

Ami nodded. "That is certainly Ami's perspective. However, given your existing debt to Ami, and the fact that the issue concerns Kei's safety, it seems unlikely that a favour from you would carry meaningful weight. What about threats? What could you threaten Ami with?"

"The Gōketsu are a powerful clan," Hazō said. "We have options. We could refuse to cooperate with Ami on future projects. We could actively obstruct her or even damage her general position in Leaf. In an adversarial scenario, Mari would have no reason not to go all out, and we'd have no reason not to go all out to protect her. There's also that one thing she's hoping for from us which we could withhold if we had to."

Ami chuckled. "Hazō, Ami is fresh from having brought down a Kage. She is in no mental state to submit to intimidation, and she certainly considers her position in Leaf to be stronger than the Gōketsu's, insofar as both have made disproportionate contributions to Leaf and both hold the promise of many more, but only one has a track record of risking the village's very survival. Moving the conflict from an Ami versus Mari to an Ami versus Gōketsu footing would not improve your situation. As for the other thing, you are not the only one in Leaf with the capability. Ami has plenty of contacts who would happily help her to fill in the blanks if you refused to share.

"It is probably worth mentioning, since it hasn't come up and I can't be sure you'll figure it out for yourself, that all manner of interesting things will happen if I die while certain conditions are met. Making Kei sad would be the least of the perpetrator's problems.

"Anyway. Threatening Ami. Terrible idea. Either she doesn't consider you a credible threat and will laugh in your face, or she does consider you a credible threat and will act the way any jōnin does when faced with a credible threat."

"Then that just leaves one thing," Hazō said wearily. "I could stage a crisis big enough to distract Ami from the whole thing."

Ami gave this one some thought.

"No. My model of Ami says that in a crisis big enough to distract her from her sister's welfare, she'd eliminate Mari first to make sure she didn't do anything stupid while Ami was elsewhere. Especially if it's any crisis that could theoretically be mitigated by throwing Kei under the cart."

"All right," Hazō said. "I've presented a bunch of options, and none of them sound very good. Now you know what they are, what approach would you take to reach an optimal outcome with Ami?"

"What indeed," Ami mused. "This is a tough one. If I'd known, I'd have charged you more."

After a few minutes of silently walking through the snow, Ami turned to Hazō.

"I think you'll want to start with the second approach. Describe the situation accurately, then build up to the full extent of Mari's punishment thus far. That will indicate to Ami that you have some awareness of the gravity of the situation, but you have to shift to the pragmatic approach fast, before she can decide that you've missed the safety implications and she has to do the rest on her own.

"The pragmatic approach is the lynchpin of your argument. You have no chance unless you can present a convincing constructive proposal to ensure that Mari will not risk Kei's life again, with 100% certainty. Unfortunately, there is information known to Ami but not to you which predisposes Ami to be sceptical of Mari's capacity for consistency. Since you have proved that you cannot prevent Mari from making decisions which place Kei in danger, you must instead persuade Ami that you can create a situation in which Mari is permanently unable or unwilling to harm Kei. Ami is likely to have her own thoughts on the subject.

"With this accomplished, you will want the best-light approach, as your task will now be to convince Ami that Mari should not receive additional punishment or elimination for hurting Kei yet again. The Snowflake point is a good one, and you should definitely use it, but your priority is Kei's feelings in the aftermath, so you will want a certain element of the first approach in there as well.

"Be sure to finish off with an apology, reflecting your culpability as Mari's superior, but also personal guilt as Kei's brother. If there isn't an element of genuine contrition in there, then Ami will think you've done all this purely to bargain for Mari's life—which is true, but she doesn't need to know that.

"Is that all clear?"

"Yeah," Hazō said, a little dizzy at everything that had just happened and was about to happen. "Thank you, Ami."

"This is no weather for dress rehearsals," Ami said, "so let's get started. Good luck."

-o-​

"Ami," Hazō began, "there's an incident you need to know about that happened right before you left."

Ami perked up. "The good kind of incident, like Anko's clothes falling off because Tsuchiko put stitch-eater worms in her box in the changing rooms? The bad kind of incident, like when Hyūga Dōshi got caught wandering around the Red Light District and was forced to pay the voyeur fee to every brothel at once? Or the weird kind of incident, like a hail of perfectly regular cubes falling on Leaf right as I'm standing outside a metalworker's trying to pick a good chopping knife?"

"The bad kind of incident," Hazō said. "I invited Orochimaru to the summon gaming night on the assumption that he wouldn't want to come, though I think he'd have had to come anyway to bring the Snake champion. In the process of distracting him from my family and their Bloodline Limits, I ended up talking to him about the Great Seal, and accidentally hinted at a clan secret which he found the vivisection kind of interesting. Then Mari came in at the last second and persuaded him it was nothing important after all. Unfortunately, then he started getting interested in me again, and Mari, under enormous pressure and with only seconds to think, ended up pointing him at Kei."

"She did what." Ami's glare was worryingly authentic, and liable to burn a hole in Hazō if he didn't hurry on.

"She told him about cognitively-independent shadow clones, which she rightly guessed were very interesting to him, and then, once he was no longer focused on kidnapping and vivisecting me, she led him away to the other end of the compound while I ran away with Kei. We ended up taking shelter with the Nara. Then, in the morning, there was a Clan Council meeting about the Cloud invasion, and we managed to get Orochimaru sent on a mission with Hinata's help. Finally, we persuaded Tsunade to come down on Orochimaru and make him promise to stop kidnapping people. We also explained that he couldn't have his own Snowflake without being a Mori, and he seemed to accept that."

"Why didn't the Hokage come down on Orochimaru himself?" Ami asked.

"No comment," Hazō said, grateful for the rehearsal. "Anyway, after it was all over, Kei told Mari that even though she thought she'd done the rational thing, it also meant she could never trust Mari again, and things were over between them. Now Mari's miserable, and to make things worse, Yuno's taken Kei's side, and the only reason Mari hasn't been murdered is that I gave Yuno explicit clan head orders. Oh, and also Orochimaru did something vicious to her after she lied to him, and she's only recently recovered. Mari's paid an enormous price for what she's done, and I'm sure she's"—probably—"wracked with guilt as well."

"I see," Ami said. "Where is Mari right now?"

"Out on a mission," Hazō said quickly. "But before you worry about that, I want to promise you that Mari will never do anything like that again. I'm happy to work with you to come up with a way to make you confident of that."

"Oh?" Ami asked sceptically. "What makes you sure you can stop her when you couldn't last time? Or that you can stop her from doing it when she's out of your sight? What guarantee can you possibly offer me that's better for Kei's safety than utterly destroying the woman who deliberately risked my sister's life?"

This was the sticking point. What could Hazō actually do? Was there any order he could give Mari that would convince Ami that she would never risk Kei's life again? Was there any order he could give Mari to convince her? Given that, ethics aside, Mari's actions had been objectively optimal for the goal of saving everyone, could he sincerely tell her to do the wrong thing next time and let him or someone else die, as long as Kei lived? Would she listen? He somehow doubted that clan head orders would override her desire to protect them. She'd brought Orochimaru's anger down on herself for them; she'd risk punishment for disobeying.

"A contract." The idea struck the Dog Summoner out of nowhere.

Ami looked intrigued. "A contract?"

"A contract," Hazō affirmed. "We can promise that if Mari tries to sacrifice Kei again, the consequences will be so terrible that it'll be worse than whatever Mari stands to get out of it. More terrible than letting me die, for example. Since I don't think Mari intends to ever sacrifice Kei, even without a contract, I'm comfortable giving terms you'd feel confident with in return for you not hurting Mari now."

"And what can you offer me?" Ami asked. "What's so awful that it is 100% guaranteed to override Mari's instincts to protect her family at the cost of mine?"

Hazō hesitated. "I don't know yet. Pretty much by definition, I'd have to pledge something big enough that it would be irresponsible to pledge it without consulting with my clan first."

"Mmm," Ami said. "A good example would be a legal precommitment to hand over all Gōketsu assets to the Hyūga in the event that a clan member makes a deliberate choice to endanger Kei's life without her consent, including severe risk to her health, or a deliberate choice to allow such endangerment, as judged by Mori Ami, or, should she be unavailable, by her named representatives."

"That's… extreme," Hazō said slowly.

"Hazō," Ami said with icy patience, "the only guarantee for Mari not to sacrifice Kei to save you is if the consequences for everyone would be far worse than your death. Now, it's a good suggestion, and I'm open to negotiation, but bear in mind that this time, you're responsible, not just Mari. If she or anyone else sacrifices Kei because you didn't do enough to stop them, I will take everything I have, without exception, and use it to utterly annihilate you, them, and the Gōketsu. It is in your interest to give the clan compelling motivation never to think of doing it, and based on Mari's actions, fear of me isn't good enough for that.

"You have a week to come up with something, during which I'll be busy laying down contingencies in case you renege."

Hazō shivered at the implacability in her voice. This was definitely not the Ami he'd been optimising with.

"I'll see what I can do."

"Great," Ami said. "That just leaves the issue of how to handle the fact that Mari hurt Kei, even worse this time, after I let her off exclusively because Kei wanted me to. Mercy is cute, but sooner or later, you have to face reality."

"Ami," Hazō said, remembering his briefing, "please remember that, whatever choices were made, everything ended well. I'm safe. Kei's safe, and now she doesn't have to worry about Orochimaru randomly finding out about Snowflake and kidnapping her without us knowing." What had she said? Kei's feelings? "Kei drew a line herself. She did probably the worst thing she could do to Mari."

"All that tells me," Ami said, "is that Kei lacked options. Mari used her as a tool knowing she could die. Never wanting to see her again is a given; it's not punishment. Nor is it prevention of further crimes."

"Kei chose her own way to deal with the situation." Hazō had a sense that he needed to tread lightly. If he got too confrontational, Ami might argue with him, or she might just lose interest and leave to do whatever terrible things she intended to do. "I don't know if she could have hurt Mari worse, but she didn't try. She decided this was what was best. If you ruin that for her, if you decide to take revenge for her when she didn't take revenge for herself, will that be the right thing to do?"

Ami didn't answer straight away.

"Yes," she said, but her voice wasn't quite as rigid. "Kei is too gentle. Too kind. She doesn't value herself as much as she deserves, and she lets people hurt her and get away with it. I've had enough."

"This is the ending Kei wanted," Hazō reiterated. "Don't you think you'll hurt her worse if you change it without her consent, and violate her agency, and then she's stuck living with the consequences?"

"And what about me?!" Ami demanded. "Should I stand by for the rest of my life, watching her get hurt, watching her suffer, and pretending it's OK because she still hasn't learned to fight back? You give big speeches about how the Gōketsu protect their own, but you want me to do nothing while the Heartbreaker does what she does best to my only sister? You nearly ended a clan for being rude to her, but I'm supposed to brush off Mari abusing and destroying her trust?"

Maybe the stress and the accumulated tiredness of the day had left Hazō's brain in a slightly stranger place than its normal strangeness, maybe his mind just happened to be in the right shape at the right time, but something enormous went click in his head at her words, just like that.

"Ami," he asked, "why didn't you do anything about the kids bullying Kei?"

Ami froze. Completely. Perfectly. Silently.

Hazō waited.

"Because she asked me not to," Ami said quietly.

"Why?"

"Because she said she could endure anything as long as I was there to greet her with a smile at the end of the day, but if I became someone who went around hurting people who hurt her… I might not be able to smile like that anymore."

Hazō stood there for a while, soaking that in. He'd found his path to victory.

"Has that really changed?"

"She has other people's smiles to sustain her now," Ami said. Her voice trembled a little. "I'm allowed to protect her for my own sake."

Ah. Hazō's path to victory had turned out to lead him off a cliff, and also well away from helpful-Ami's conversation plan.

"Even at the cost of her agency?" he tried.

"People's agencies come into conflict all the time," Ami said, voice growing stronger. "Doing something she'd disapprove of isn't the same as violating her agency."

Hazō had a sharp, urgent feeling that he was running out of time. He needed something more potent.

"Even if it betrays her trust?"

"I never promised her not to hurt Mari for my own sake." Ami turned around, back towards Leaf.

"Would she want you to?"

"Mari is nobody to her now," Ami said. "She gets no protection."

No. He was doing it wrong. He'd been on the right track with Ami's plan, but now that he was off the map, clinging to it wasn't going to save him.

"Will hurting her make you happy?" he asked.

"Won't know until I try."

Gah.

"Ami, can you—"

"Twenty questions is over, Hazō." She cut him off. "You've lost."

He'd lost. He'd failed to protect Mari after she'd risked everything to protect him. Kei was the only piece of leverage he'd ever had against Ami, and when Ami was unchained from Kei, it turned out Hazō had no backup options.

Now, something disastrous was going to happen. Probably not lethal—that was what the contract was for—but Hazō honestly had no idea what Ami would and wouldn't do to hurt somebody she felt needed hurting. The last two people she decided to hurt were in jail for treason and being hunted as a missing-nin.

He wouldn't give up. There had to be something he could do for the woman who'd put her life in Orochimaru's hands for him. If he couldn't win against Ami...

It wasn't about winning against Ami.

The last time he'd fought to protect someone, he hadn't been able to win against Ami either. That time, he'd been fighting for Kei. And the thing that had saved her, after Hazō's intellect had failed him…

The Gōketsu went pretty damn far. Hazō sank into dogeza. In the snow.

"Ami."

She turned around.

"If you're doing this for yourself, then that means you can stop. Please stop. Mari is precious to us. To me, to Noburi, to Akane, to Kagome… She's like a mother, or a sister, or an aunt, or something else we don't have words for. She is to us what she was to Kei before Kei cut her off. If you hurt her, you'll hurt all of us, deeply. If you kill her, you'll leave a hole in our hearts that won't heal. I'm not asking you for Kei's sake. I'm not asking you for Mari's sake. I'm asking you for ours."

Then, he waited, because Ami didn't respond.

He waited some more, without being able to see her expression because that was how dogeza worked.

An unexpected sensation of touch.

Before he knew it, Ami had pulled him up to his feet.

"Thanks, Hazō," Ami said. "I think Ami must have got a lot out of that."

Then she pushed him, just enough to make him take a couple of steps back, not enough to make him lose his balance.

"But the meta's over now," she added. "So are… other things. Go home, Hazō."

Hazō went home. Ami went in the opposite direction, deeper into the forest.

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Chapter 483: Wisdom is Knowledge Gained Too Late

January 29, 1070 AS

Something shifted above, large enough that Hazō could feel the vibrations through fifteen feet of sandstone. He deactivated the Tunneler's Friend seal that was his only source of air and froze in place, doing everything he could to become one with the stone through which he swam. There were at most thirty seconds left on his Hiding Like a Mole jutsu, but he was taking no chances of being n.ticed b\| what was uP there and the r3membeeered feel of Akane's heartbeat p0unded in his mind as he struggled to bring up the scent of h3r hair and use it as a shield for his mind and soul.

The Dr—the source of the noise settled down. Hazō held his breath for a slow count of ten but then could wait no longer. He ducked back to the tunnel, emerging from the rock before his jutsu ended. With the way the Great Seal distorted chakra effects around itself, Hazō was taking no chances on being trapped inside the stone.

Besides, he had what he needed. For days now, he had pored over the image of the Great Seal that he held stored in the Iron Nerve. He had traced its every curve, reviewed the angles and twists and thicknesses, all in a desperate attempt to seize the key insight that would let him understand what was going wrong and how to fix it. Yesterday's meditations had brought a hint of terror to the back of his mind, leaving him no choice but to return to the Seventh Path and once more infiltrate the butte atop which rested one of the Sage's greatest works. He had swum through the mundanity of the sandstone, running his hands slowly and carefully along the smooth and unfamiliar mineral that comprised the Seal.

As he had feared: There were tiny cracks all through the bottom.

o-o-o-o​

January 30, 1070 AS

Cannai raised his massive head as Hazō hobbled up. The Alpha Dog was lounging on the grass in the territory of the Slow River pack, having moved on from Grassy Hills a few days ago. His easygoing mien vanished the moment Hazō appeared alongside Canzone, the six-month-old mastiff who had boosted Hazō up to the Seventh Path.

"Cannai? Do you have a minute?" Hazō asked as Canzone lolloped away, eager to pester the Slow River bard for a singing lesson.

Cannai nodded expectantly but said nothing, which made Hazō suddenly nervous. Cannai was usually much more engaging.

"You remember how, a few weeks ago, I was asking you about sending a dog to the embassy in Pangolin territory so they could participate in the Conclave?"




"...so, anyway, having a dog at the embassy with all the other clans would have a lot of advantages," Hazō finished.

Cannai ruminated on that for a moment before responding. "How so? This trade network you have spoken of...we can participate in that as things currently are, since the goods are physically exchanged on the Human Path. Likewise, if I wish to have a diplomat meet with a Pangolin diplomat, they can do so on the Human Path. It seems to me that Dog having a presence at the Conclave is useful to you since it would allow you to meet other Leaf summoners on the Seventh Path while you were in different locations on the Human Path. I'm unclear what advantage Dog would get out of it." He paused, then hastened to add. "Not that this is inherently a bad thing. Partnerships must be valuable to all parties, but that does not mean that every specific aspect must be useful to both sides. I am not entirely adverse to doing things that are of benefit to you and not us, provided that we gain enough value elsewhere. Still—"

"So you're in?" Hazō asked, excited.

Cannai cleared his throat meaningfully. "As I was about to say: Dogs are a social clan who live close to the land. You are asking that one or perhaps a pawful should travel hundred or thousands of miles through enemy territories, across a mountain range, to live amidst a warlike and xenophobic species who have recently been on a conquest spree. Those dogs would be away from our lands, eating unfamiliar foods, and away from their packmates for months or even years. I would never order something so cruel." He cocked his head as a thought struck. "Speaking of the pangolins, that group on our eastern border reached out yesterday. Pandā, your sister's summon? He said to remind you that, quote, Kei's commitment ceremony is coming up soon and Hazō better not forget or I'll thwap him, oh, but he shouldn't tell her that I told him because otherwise he won't get the credit for remembering and I've got his back. Unquote." He snorted. "He sounded like a charming young man."

Hazō laughed. "He really is. The first time we met him was hilarious. See, he fancied that he understood something about human sexual mores and familial bonding, so he said..."





"I do indeed remember that," Cannai said calmly. "Why do you mention it?"

"Well, you said that you wouldn't order any dog to go serve as diplomat. We got distracted onto a new subject, but later on I started thinking that there are always outliers in any group, and maybe there might be some dogs with wanderlust who would be interested in seeing new sights. I started asking around, but last night we were talking over family dinner..."




"I'm starting to think the dogs are a lot more settled than I thought they were," Hazō said, passing the mashed potatoes to Akane so that she could pass them on to Yuno. "They live out on these giant prairies, hunting migratory herds of bison as well as the local small animals. Under those conditions I would have expected a lot more of them to have itchy feet, to want to see what's over the next hill."

"Thank you," Yuno said to Akane, taking the potatoes and serving herself. "Do you find that they are not?" she asked Hazō.

"Not really. I've been asking around, trying to see if anyone would be interested in going over to the embassy in Pangolin lands. It seems like it would be an exciting adventure, right? I mean, yes, Cannai made good points about how it's a long ways off and away from family, but there's are a lot of dogs. Some of them should be outliers, right? Or maybe even an entire pack wants to go? Instead—"

"Hang on," Mari said, a note of insufficiently-hidden alarm in her voice. "It sounds like you're saying that Cannai didn't want to send anyone to Pangolin but you're trying to send someone to Pangolin. Are you?"

Hazō shook his head. "Not without his permission, no. He said that he wouldn't order anyone to go but he didn't say that he would stop someone from going if they wanted to. I figured I'd ask around, see if anyone was interested. If not, no harm done. If so then everyone wins—the dog or dogs in question get an exciting adventure and Dog gets a representative at the Conclave."

The noise level in the room plummeted as Mari, Akane, and Noburi all stopped eating to stare at Hazō. Kagome-sensei stopped eating so that he could grab an explosive and look around wide-eyed to figure out what had everyone else so alarmed. Yuno simply looked confused.

"Hazō," Mari said carefully. "As far as sending representatives to the Conclave, there are, in theory, three possibilities: Cannai wants it to happen, he wants it to not happen, or he is ambivalent. In practice, he's either ambivalent or opposed, since if he wanted it to happen then he would be doing the asking around himself. If he's opposed and you're asking around then he's going to be furious that you're preempting his authority. If he's ambivalent then he's still going to care very much about who the representative is. None of the eastern clans have ever seen a dog before, probably. Whoever goes to the Conclave is going to be defining Dog's reputation with all of those clans and setting their expectations for decades or centuries. If the representative isn't careful then they could leak important Dog secrets—I have no idea what, but there must be some. Also, if they say the wrong thing, they could potentially start a war. Have you asked Cannai what he wants in a diplomat?"

"Well, no. I figured I'd find someone as a proof of concept that some dogs actually are interested. Once we knew that there was at least one such person then Cannai could organize a better search. If there is no such person then I won't have wasted his time."

"So you're setting this random dog up for disappointment?" Noburi asked. "Getting them excited about the idea of going, but then Cannai doesn't let them go? That sounds rough on the dog and annoying for Cannai to have to be the bad guy."

"I mean...they could always go as a bodyguard, right? Or an embassy aide. Or just as company for the diplomatic corps."

"Hazō," Mari said, "this is high-level geopolitics and you should not be putting your oar in without getting the local ruler's sign-off. Remember what happened when you sent a letter to Itachi without talking to the Hokage?"

"Hey, I ran that idea past all of you and Kei. None of you objected."

"Dude," Noburi said, disappointment and irritation dripping from his words. "Yeah, we dropped the ball, but you're the one who threw it. Let's try not to repeat our catastrophic errors, eh?"

"Oh, fine," Hazō said, rolling his eyes. "I'll talk to Cannai about it. Honestly, I can't see it being that big a deal. I'm not going to send anyone anywhere, I'm not going to involve any other clans. All I'm doing is asking dogs if they would like to travel. How is that a bad thing?"





"Your relatives sound quite perceptive," Cannai said calmly, once Hazō had finished retelling the key points of the conversation. "I am surprised that you waited so long to talk to them."

"What?"

"You have been 'asking around', as you put it, for several weeks now. Yes?"

"Uh..." Some part of his subconscious finally twigged to Cannai's tone. It was calm and even, just like always, but the trace of subtle humor and liveliness that usually hid beneath the surface was absent. Hazō's brain insisted on very briefly flirting with the idea of dissembling, but fortunately the idea was nigh-instantly rejected.

"Yes sir."

"Hmm...Hazō, you have been a good Summoner thus far. Your sleds are very helpful and you were willing to escort Canabisu's team all the way to Arachnid with essentially no notice. You are polite, intelligent, and I have enjoyed our conversations. I have therefore been confused as to why you were defying my orders."

"Sir?" The grass around them was moving slightly, and not in the direction of the wind. Was Hazō imagining a faint heat shimmer in the air?

"I told you no, Hazō. I was very clear about not sending a dog to Pangolin territory. Why you would hear those words, obviously understand them, and then sneak around behind my back to defy me on something that so clearly had not a hope...I couldn't understand what you thought to gain.

"Now I see that it was stupidity, not malice." He paused, then shook his massive head. "Perhaps 'stupid' is unfair. You are intelligent, so this was not due to stupidity. This was simply you being oblivious, pathologically unaware, and arrogant."

A trace of heat was creeping into the Alpha Dog's words. "I am the Alpha here, Hazō. I am responsible for the safety and well-being of every dog in existence. I decide if and when and where and how we fight, what treaties we make, and how our herds are managed and our lands preserved. You are an outsider with almost no knowledge of our culture, barely more than a child yourself. I rule over a Clan of tens of thousands and have done so for centuries. You, according to your own words, are lurching along on the edge of disaster as you learn how to manage a paltry few hundred. The idea that you—"

Cannai's voice had been rising as he spoke, the heat shimmer in the air getting more and more intense. He broke off in midsentence and took a breath; the air went back to normal and the grass stopped rustling. When he resumed, his voice was calm again.

"I am glad to see that this was an issue of misunderstanding on your part, and not an explicit defiance of my authority. Violating pack hierarchy the way you appeared to be doing is not acceptable. I have held my paw this long simply because your actions seemed utterly bizarre and I wanted to find out what you were thinking.

"You do not understand my people yet, Hazō. Do not think that you know them better than I, and do not ever think to defy my orders or preempt my authority. Do you understand?"

Cannai had hauled in his anger enough that the world around him was not actively altering itself in reflection of his mood, but Hazō could still feel the expanse of the prairie stretching out for endless leagues around him in a silent statement of how tiny he was. In contrast, Cannai seemed to loom, higher and higher. He had not changed size at all, yet it simultaneously felt as though his head was scraping the clouds.

All Hazō could do was nod furiously. "Yes sir. I understand. I wasn't trying to do that. I just thought—"

"You already explained yourself," Cannai reminded him. "I do not need to hear it again. It was a mistake, nothing more. It is forgiven."

Hazō let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

"However," Cannai said, causing Hazō's breath to catch again, "the fact that this happened demonstrates that you have an arrogance and essential disrespect that I am not willing to accept from a Summoner. Perhaps a bit of running through the dusty hills of Hyena will help sand off some of those rough edges. I recognize that you have obligations on the Human Path, so I will not insist that it be continuous...five hours per day should be enough. I will assign you to one of the punishment squads."

Hazō blanched. "Um...sir?" He raised his cane in mute entreaty.

"Yes, I'm aware that you aren't capable of long-distance running at the moment. That aspect of your discipline training can wait until you are healed. Until then, why don't you do pushups until I get tired? Silently, if you please."

With a carefully-smothered sigh, Hazō dropped down into front leaning rest position and started hammering out pushups.

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February 11, 1070 AS

"—and so he ran down the street after me, buck naked and screaming 'Bring back my forks!'" Mari said, concluding her ten-minute recitation of her latest successful intelligence-gathering mission into Cloud. The table broke up in laughter.

"Your venture appears to have been far more enjoyable than ours," Akane said, smiling in a way that did not show any of the pain she must be feeling from her right arm, which was immobilized across her chest while it healed. The smile looked grotesque under the massive shiner that had swollen her right eye closed; the medics had been working on it and the healing was accelerated, so it was in its full yellow-and-green glory after only 24 hours. "You escaped with military intelligence and top-quality brandy—"

"And a pair of solid-gold heirloom serving forks," Mari noted, smiling.

"—and a pair of solid-gold heirloom serving forks," Akane acknowledged, "whereas Yuno and I...well."

"Oh?" Hazō asked. "What happened? I thought you guys were doing great."

"The previous two missions were nothing," Yuno said. She stroked Satsuko's hilt, because of course the axe was leaning against her chair in easy reach. "Boring patrols. The three of us work well together. This one..." Her eyes drifted off into memory.

"We ran into a Cloud jōnin in the northeast corner of Fire," Akane explained. She shifted slightly and then bit her lip to keep from crying out as her arm almost visibly stabbed pain through her.

"Bad?" Mari asked.

Akane nodded. "It was so close. If Yuno hadn't been there..."

"And Satsuko! We would have been lost without Satsuko."

"Surely true," Noburi said. "Thank you, Satsuko, for looking after my wife and my sister. Sis, wife: Thanks for looking out for each other and for Satsuko."

Yuno looked at him strangely. "Did you address me simply as 'wife'?"

"Uh...look, honey, I was just being funny. I didn't mean to— I mean—"

"What happened?" Mari asked, mercifully diverting Yuno's attention. "There was a jōnin?"

"Yes," Akane said. "We saw smoke half a day out and went in at a run to find this Cloud ninja scorching a village called Tall Sky. Maybe a hundred people, and most of them were dead by the time we got there. Most of the houses were on fire, there were bodies and blood everywhere. She was trying to draw us in."

"You specifically," Mari asked sharply, "or Leaf nin in general?"

Akane looked over to Yuno; the other girl shrugged. "I don't know," Akane said. "Presumably Leaf nin in general. I don't know how they could have known we would be nearby."

Mari nodded and gestured for her to continue.

"Anyway, she had tortured and maimed some of the residents, then dragged them off to the side and left them there, screaming. When we arrived she was kneeling down, emplacing explosives against a house. She wore the flash on her flak jacket that Cloud uses for those of jōnin rank and she was operating alone so we took it to be accurate. There was smoke everywhere and we tried to sneak in close enough to ambush her."

"She must have noticed me," Yuno admitted, embarrassed. "I didn't think she had, but she must have. She drew her sword and went inside to kill the family, so I went after her. When I arrived—"

"By which she means 'when she smashed through the wall, Satsuko upraised," Akane said with a smile.

"—when I arrived, she was there with a trap." She looked down. "I walked straight into it."

"Yes, but it didn't hit you," Akane reminded, nudging her patrol partner. "You dodged it." She looked around the table. "She dodged actual lightning. It was amazing. There was a seal on the woman's belt, and it was throwing lightning everywhere, and Yuno slid across the floor under all of it and practically chopped this woman's leg off with the most youthful strike I've ever seen!"

"She stabbed me, Akane. She kicked Satsuko's throat to stop her motion and then struck back with her...thing. Whatever it was."

"Chakram. I asked at the desk." She turned back to the family. "It's this metal ring with a crossbar that you grip it by. The desk chūnin told me that they are an antique weapon used mostly in Rock, but hers was different. They are usually metal throwing weapons, but she used hers for melee combat. It was throwing tiny lightning bolts everywhere, and it had a rope of lightning that she used to snap it back and forth."

"She lashed it into my knee," Yuno admitted. "Had I not been using the pangolin jutsu it would have been bad."

Akane made a disparaging noise. "Hardly! Yuno was so youthfully fast and flexible, she would certainly have escaped with barely a scorch mark!" Her face fell. "I...was not nearly so youthful. I must work harder!"

"What happened?" Hazō asked, reminding his imagination that it could shut up now because Akane was here and she was fine, it was just a minor injury and she'd be better in a week-ish, so please stop parading images of her dead, burned body around in front of his eyes.

Akane looked away, shamefaced. "I entered the building behind Yuno and walked straight into the lightning trap. It burned me and suddenly my muscles were not working properly."

"I did not notice any impairment," Yuno said, smiling. She looked around the table. "She screamed 'YOOOUUUUTTHHHH!' and then exploded into flames and light and sound and flew across the room like a kami! It was amazing."

"If I had hit, certainly," Akane said, not letting her teammate dress it up. "I promise you all, I did my very best. I used the strongest Flame Aura I could manage, and the Mythological Beast That Is Really Strong And Tough, and the Banshee seals, and my narrow-angle blast rings—" She glanced over at Kagome-sensei. "I couldn't use the wide-angle ones without hurting Yuno." Kagome accepted that with a grumble and Akane continued. "I used all of that, and the Strobelight seal, and even my Rocket Boots."

"What happened?" Noburi asked, eyes shining like a child at bedtime story hour.

Akane grimaced. "She stepped effortlessly aside, wrapped the whip of her chakram around me, and slammed me into the floor. It dislocated my shoulder, micro-fractured my arm, and bruised my face. Fortunately, she realized that Yuno was the real threat so she didn't take the time to finish me."

"Akane, do not denigrate yourself like that. I...have simply had more time to train than you have?"

Akane smiled and nodded. "It's all right, Yuno. I know there will always be people better than me and I don't mind that you're one of them."

Yuno seemed very uncomfortable all of a sudden. "I would not have been nearly so successful were it not for your flame jets." She looked over at Hazō. "The jōnin turned to attack me but Akane signaled me to go left and then she threw jets of fire from her Aura, forcing the woman to dodge, exactly into where I was already attacking."

"You nearly chopped her arm off, and the unyouthful coward fled!"

"It was barely a scratch, Akane. I put everything I had into that attack and it was not even disabling. It was her own technique that injured her to the point that she fled—I could see the lightning burning her hands and forearms."

"Bah!" Akane said, waving her un-immobilized hand dramatically. "No matter what, our Youth would have conquered all! Indeed, it did conquer all, for did she not flee before our might, fail to escape, and then fall to Satsuko's edge?! What is this if not the power of Youth?!" She struck a heroic pose that mirrored that of the Senju Hashirama statue from the corner of Senju Court and Namikaze Way.

The table burst out in applause; Hazō could not help noticing that Haru's was forced.

"Sounds like an exciting time," Hazō said, smiling for his girlfriend. "Haru, what about you? You've been back two days and I am just now realizing I haven't heard about your mission."

Haru looked down at his soup and shrugged one shoulder. "I lived. Wasn't as cool as those two, though."

"C'mon, bro," Noburi said. "Share with the class, Mr Gōketsu."

Haru shot him a glare. "My partner died, okay? I don't really want to talk about it."

"Haru, please tell us?" Mari asked. "Not all injuries are physical, honey. Telling us can help."

Haru sighed, but he put his spoon down. "I was teamed up with a KEI guy named Matsumura Haru, okay? Nice guy. He was joking that we should make an all-Haru squad with his friend Chisaka Haru. He...he asked me a lot about what it's like being in a clan now." He cleared his throat and continued. "Anyway, we were up in Rock on a search and destroy. Basically, go from here to here"—he sketched an arc across the table with his finger—"and kill everyone you meet. Burn the farms, poison the wells. Cause as much damage as you can." His lips twisted. "Apparently, it's all about 'breaking the enemy's will to fight' and that means killing as many civilians as possible."

Every eye was wide and the entire room was silent except for Kagome-sensei's mostly-too-quiet-to-understand muttering that occasionally involved the word 'stinker'.

"I'm sorry, Haru," Mari said, resting a hand on his arm. "You shouldn't have had to do that."

He shrugged one shoulder, not raising his eyes from the bowl of soup that he had wrapped his hands around as though for warmth. "Anyway, we're done with the mission and heading home, crossing from Rock into Grass, and we get jumped by a three-man squad. They were hiding in a bunker and we didn't notice it until we were basically on top of it. They come boiling out and the first one shoots a jutsu into the air that makes bright lights and noise, which says that there's going to be reinforcements on top of us in no time, so we booked it.

"It was absolute hell. There's explosions everywhere, and this giant fanged maw made out of black energy keeps almost catching us. I just barely stayed ahead of it all...I've got bruises all over my back from a scatter of gravel coming from one of the blasts behind me, and my uniform shirt is ripped up and it keeps flapping around, catching the air and slowing me down. Matsumura got tagged by the edge of something and spun around, but he kept running. We can hear the reinforcements coming, maybe half a minute out, maybe less. We get to this gorge..." He stopped.

"Haru?" Mari asks. "It's okay, honey."

Haru clears his throat and shakes his head. "I used my Rocket Books to jump over the gorge, because I forgot that Matsumura didn't have them. He needed to do it the slow way: go down into the gorge, then back up on the other side." He cleared his throat again. "I remembered that he didn't have them about half a second after it was too late. I was already in midair, no way to stop, and I looked down to see what was happening. The kunai went right into his spine, probably would have killed him all by itself. Then the explosive went off and he was just chunks, everywhere."

"I'm sorry, bro," Noburi said gently. "Life sucks. Matsumura should have been able to grow up and get married and raise a bunch of fat little kids with big red cheeks."

Haru snorted. "Yeah, well, he didn't. Anyway, then I put my skywalkers in and got out of there. The end."

He stood up. "I'm not that hungry. I'm going to bed. G'night."

He turned and left. It was a long minute before conversation resumed, and the tones were far more subdued.





Author's Notes: Hazō has been reporting to the Seventh Path every day in order to perform five hours of intense calisthenics under Cando, a grizzled old mutt who serves as a trainer for young puppies who want to become warriors. At Cannai's suggestion he has been giving you special, and disturbingly gleeful, attention. All of the exercises are designed to work around Hazō's injuries but no less intense. At the end of every session Hazō is exhausted, shaking, vaguely nauseous, and so sore he can barely hobble even with his cane. He is almost past needing the cane, at which point he will graduate from Cando's gentle paws to become the junior man on a three-dog punishment squad consisting of Hazō, a dog being punished, and a respected fighter who is along to supervise and make sure that both of you get the lesson about not violating cultural norms pounded into your heads. The squad will be running along the Dog/Hyena border all day every day. Fortunately, Hazō is only required to be there for five hours each day. You'll be on this detail until Cannai says you're done and you should expect it to be a few weeks.

You're going to need to do some time management because you don't have time to train Harumitsu, train Kagome-sensei, manage the clan, do 5 hours of exhausting exercise each day, run the clan, take care of normal food/hygiene/biology, and also sleep. Figure out which of those things you want to give up on.

You celebrated the skyslider team, you suggested waterproofing methods to them, you notified Asuma of their capabilities, and I'm not clear on what the "Train Akane and any others on Team Uplift to use them from skytowers â using Shadow Clones for safety?.[sic]" line was supposed to mean (ask for information? actually do the training? with everyone or only Shadow Clones?) so you didn't do that.

This plan was way too big. I count eight scenes:
  1. Meet with Cantelope + Cantilever
  2. Meet with Cannai
  3. Celebrate Akane's birthday, which counts as 3 scenes because we've repeatedly said that birthdays are an update unto themselves
  4. Celebrate Akane's birthday, which counts as 3 scenes because we've repeatedly said that birthdays are an update unto themselves
  5. Celebrate Akane's birthday, which counts as 3 scenes because we've repeatedly said that birthdays are an update unto themselves
  6. Give the skyslider team a bonus and talk about waterproofing
  7. Train the family on flying the skysliders
  8. Talk to Asuma


Other than being way too big it was a decent plan; the individual pieces of it were well written and clear (except for that training one mentioned above) and you did a great job picking things that I would have enjoyed writing.

XP AWARD: 3

Brevity XP: 1

"GM had fun" XP: -5
  • -5 (As I've said before, every scene over 3 is -1 XP)


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Chapter 485, Part 1: Complicated Feelings

A respectable quorum of the Gōketsu Clan—Hazō, Noburi, Akane, Kei, and Snowflake—sat in a circle of sofas and luxury armchairs around a table laden with green tea and biscuits, while a well-stocked hearth crackled comfortably in the background. Say what you like about the Nara, they knew how to set up a private discussion space.

The hearth was just as well, since the conversation topic Hazō had brought was pretty sensitive, and it was unlikely they'd get through this without a single instance of Kei's bone-chilling allegedly-not-an-aura firing off at some point. He hoped that bringing the clan's most stable, diplomatic minds (it was worrying that the clan's actual diplomat was not on that list) would help smooth the course to a murder-free resolution to the Ami problem.

"Hazō, Akane, it is good to see you as usual," Kei began, and Snowflake nodded. "Noburi, it is very rare to see you here. Have you finally been drawn in by the siren lure of fresh Nara baked goods?"

Noburi shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Yuno tends to get antsy when she thinks we're spending time alone together. Sorry."

"She does?" Kei asked. "Why?"

"Because everyone knows that the Pangolin Summoner, being Akio's Chosen, is irresistibly attractive to men," Akane explained in a matter-of-fact voice that only slightly trembled with amusement, "while Gōketsu Noburi, being Gōketsu Noburi, is irresistibly attractive to women. It's a disastrous combination even before you consider the fact that Yuno has Satsuko-sharp intuition and you two have a history."

"We do not have a history!" two people exclaimed in unison.

"Maybe you should make that clearer to her," Akane said wryly.

"Yuno is just drawing on some bizarre aspect of Isanese religion, yes?" Kei asked with a touch of trepidation. "I am not actually irresistibly attractive to men?"

"With our stellar social skills, I can see us missing any number of romantic advances," Snowflake agreed.

"I think I've seen a few men successfully resist you," Akane said, "but you should probably keep an eye out at the next KEI meeting."

"Enough of this horrifying subject," Kei said, bringing a teacup up in front of her as if in a warding gesture. "Surely this red-sign discussion topic that you have brought to us will provide innocent solace and relief to my frayed nerves."

Hazō, Akane, and Noburi exchanged glances.

"Yes," Hazō agreed, "only the opposite of that. You know how Ami just got back from Mist?"

Kei glanced alertly at Snowflake.

Snowflake spent a few seconds looking at Hazō, studying his expression.

"I will be fine," she muttered.

"Right," Hazō said. "So after the war council, she and I ended up talking…"

-o-​

"…and then she just walked off into the Forest of Death as if it was nothing."

Kei and Snowflake sat in silence, absorbing. Occasionally, they exchanged silent looks for a couple of seconds.

Then, without warning, Kei exploded.

"What is wrong with you people?" she demanded. "Is my agency a joke to you? A toy? A piece of wishful thinking by a child unqualified to manage her own affairs? First Mari conducts an independent risk assessment, decides that the risk of my death is sufficiently low, and plunges me into mortal danger without my knowledge or consent. Then Ami conducts an independent risk assessment, decides that the risk of my death is sufficiently high, and threatens my clan on my behalf without my knowledge or consent. I find myself longing for the halcyon days when you merely pretended my feelings were irrelevant to you dancing on the ashes of my most treasured relationship, while Shikamaru declared me his fiancée before a world nearly as shocked as myself."

"I don't think it's a fair comparison, Kei," Hazō objected. "Mari was sincerely trying to find the best possible outcome for everyone. You yourself acknowledged that much."

"You're talking like that justifies anything," Snowflake cut in. "The last time we talked, you yourself admitted—"

Kei sharply held up a hand. "Apologies, but if this is going where I expect, could I ask you two to step outside for a minute?"

"Sure," Akane said. "Can I take a biscuit with me?"

"OPSEC stuff?" Noburi asked.

Kei nodded to both.

Once the door was closed, Snowflake continued. "You told us that, despite understanding why the Hokage acted the way he did, you were furious with him, and felt that a bond of trust between you had been betrayed, yes?"

"That's right," Hazō said. "Some of us get killboxed at the very first hint that we're not loyal to the Hokage, but I'm just supposed to smile and nod when he acts disloyal to us?"

"And this does not strike you as at all hypocritical?" Snowflake asked. "Consider. Like Mari, the Hokage was faced with Orochimaru, a threat against which all his conventional tools were useless. Like Mari, instead of accepting a high risk of losing what was most important to him, which is to say the village, he chose to minimise overall risk by endangering someone who should not have been endangered to begin with. Like Mari, he offered us what assistance he could indirectly, and trusted that with our resources and allies we would be able to find a way out of the situation where nobody had to die. And behold, it all worked out for the best, as he expected. Yet neither the optimal nature of his choice nor the optimal nature of the outcome allay your anger at his abrogation of his moral responsibility to protect us."

"It's not a proper parallel at all," Hazō objected. "Mari risked her life for us, while Asuma wouldn't even talk to Naruto or Tsunade. That's all it would have taken."

"If I may interrupt," Kei said. "Hazō, surely you are not telling me that, in the aftermath, you did not conduct even the most basic research on Orochimaru? I buried myself in the Nara Library for days as a mediocre coping mechanism. I was humiliated to realise how fully I had missed the obvious. Orochimaru treats us as nails in need of a hammer because that is all we are to him. Behind the mannerisms of an arrogant thug lies the cunning of a man who was able to conceal his vile crimes for years, perhaps decades, from Sarutobi Hiruzen, the God of Shinobi, and from Jiraiya of the Three, the legendary spymaster, men of unparalleled insight with world-class intelligence networks who had known him intimately for his entire life. The Hokage would have been irresponsible, no, insane to gamble that the immature Naruto or the infamously direct Tsunade would be able to outmatch him in deception and conceal the Hokage's involvement."

"As to Mari," Snowflake added, "I find your fixation on the risk she took to be bemusing. Hazō, you do realise that, had she not risked herself to distract Orochimaru, he would have headed straight for Kei, and we would have been kidnapped and murdered with one hundred percent certainty? Her luring Orochimaru away was no act of heroism. It was a mandatory requirement for transforming our death sentence at her hands into a manageable risk. Should I weep with gratitude that she placed herself in danger to avoid a death she herself would have caused?"

Hazō could feel himself increasingly on the back foot in an argument he hadn't even intended to have. "You weren't in any actual danger. We proved that. We told Orochimaru about the Frozen Skein, and he backed off immediately."

…and there was that unnatural cold he'd been waiting for.

"By the ancestors, what an upset!" Kei exclaimed. "A man coerced into a commitment does not struggle to immediately pursue a prize which would violate that commitment. Can you promise me, Hazō, that had Orochimaru taken me that very night, or the next day, he would have believed my claims which sound exactly like something invented to save my life? Would I even have been able to speak coherently, faced with the terror of a scalpel-wielding Orochimaru after likely being manhandled in the process of the kidnapping?

"Even if he believed me, can you promise me that he would not dissect me anyway, in the hope of identifying the mechanisms by which Snowflake was possible, and either bypassing the limitations of the Frozen Skein or extracting only the part that facilitates divergence? Having already decided that I was a valid kidnapping target, and with the promise of a grand prize within reach, what possible motivation could he have to release me instead of experimenting to his heart's content? Would he benefit from having me run free, to testify about my experiences to the Hokage, and rally my allies in revenge? Would he benefit from not investigating my Bloodline Limit, which he once considered worth kidnapping a foreign diplomat for?"

She took a few seconds to calm her breathing. "Enough. We have more immediate issues to consider. Snowflake, are you sure?"

Snowflake nodded, and rose to open the door.

-o-​

"Kei, Snowflake, you understand the situation now," Hazō said. "What are your thoughts? Kei, I realise that, as you've cut ties with Mari, you might prefer to remain uninvolved, but if so, I'd still like to hear Snowflake's perspective."

"Do not be ridiculous," Kei snapped. "Even if Mari has reaped what she sowed—which she has, for this scenario was predictable and should have been factored in alongside the risk for my life—do you honestly believe I wish her dead? Is that the impression you have of me, that I am someone who would condemn a stranger, not even an enemy, to death for the mere crime of destroying my trust in her? Hazō, my feelings are feelings. They do not have the weight of a person's life.

"I will not deny," she continued, "that it would be a relief to me to know for certain that I will not suddenly have a second threat descend upon me one day because Mari has decided to sacrifice me without my knowledge or consent. However, I am an adult with the right to make my own threat assessments. If ever I decide that Mari poses a mortal threat to me, I will be the one to weigh the risks, I will be the one to seek solutions, and if all else fails and I conclude that only one of us can survive, I will be the one to sign off on her elimination. Until that day, I refuse to have murder done in my name.

"It should go without saying that I do not wish the clan endangered in my name either. Nobody else made Mari's choices for her; nobody else should suffer the consequences."

Hazō went smoothly through relief and into guilt. Honestly, Kei had a right to be a lot madder than she was at the suggestion that she'd stand by and watch Ami murder Mari just because of their personal differences. It was clear that Kei was still angry with Mari, no matter how much she claimed they were no longer connected at all, but Hazō himself had plenty of people he was angry with (half the world, honestly, when he thought about the sheer depths of cruelty and discrimination that people inflicted on each other), and he wouldn't think of unleashing a murderous Ami on most of them. Maybe Lord Hagoromo.

Granted, hearing that Kei, too, would have Mari killed if she were a threat was less than encouraging, but from a shinobi perspective it was hardly unnatural either. If Hazō believed that, say, Yuno was a mortal threat to him and could not be dissuaded, he couldn't see himself kneeling for the blow either.

"I can see the logic behind the contract," Snowflake said. "There is something safe about knowing that Mari will not simply throw me away because my life is trivial next to her other clanmates. But if the risk is the destruction of the Gōketsu as a whole, it is a fact that I am not worth it. Neither is Kei."

Kei gave her a sideways look, but ultimately nodded.

"It is impossible for such a thing to be foolproof," Snowflake said.

"Ami could manage it," Kei objected.

"On the contrary," Snowflake disagreed. "Ami could fashion a flawless contract. However, to claim that something is foolproof is to vastly underestimate the potential of human folly. A third-party guarantor, and one would be necessary, could sabotage the contract accidentally or even deliberately. An unrelated party could learn of it as a result of the Gōketsu's legendary mastery of OPSEC. Doubtless we could find other failure modes if we attempted to optimise. Then, once it is known, it becomes a critical weakness for the clan, and I am hardly fond of the fact that the ways in which it becomes a critical weakness generally involve Mari being framed for our murder."

"So you're opposed to the contract," Hazō concluded. "To be honest, I am too. I know it was my idea, and in terms of the specific task of protecting Mari, it gets the job done—at the very least, it's bought us time to look for other options—but anything that involves existential risks to the Gōketsu is not a good solution."

"I don't like framing it as you girls not being worth it, though," Noburi said. "You're family. You're part of the Gōketsu Clan. We're not going down a road where we weigh you versus everyone else and decide you're the ones to sacrifice. Never again."

"Thank you, Noburi," Kei said quietly.

After a pause (which Hazō filled with tea), Kei spoke again. "I did not realise you and Ami had become so close, Hazō. To be honest, it makes me a little uncomfortable. Please be aware of the responsibilities involved in such proximity."

"Close?" Hazō asked incredulously. "I mean, it's nice to hear, but which part of that had anything to do with 'close'?"

"Hazō," Kei said impatiently, "you presented Ami with news that demanded an obvious, immediate, and, as far as she was concerned, fully necessary and justified reaction. What was her response? She coached you on how to persuade her to instead act according to your preferences, all the while dispensing valuable insights into her personality which you have in no way earned."

"I asked her for the favour," Hazō said. "It's not like it was her idea."

"You know," Kei replied, "it is never too late for remedial training in respecting other people's agency. Perhaps we should ask Scalpel to give you classes.

"Ami is not a doll. Were she to so desire, she could have refunded the favour at any point, minus value of insights already given, and then directed her efforts immediately to the vengeance you were attempting to prevent. Instead, she optimised your ideas, providing not only warnings as to which ones would be ineffective but also why, and finally presented you with a roadmap which was fully successful until you decided to forsake it in favour of your own unoptimised 'brilliance'. It boggles my mind that she would offer such a gift to anyone, much less you."

Huh. Hazō had never considered it that way. He'd assumed it was a combination of his own genius—he didn't care what anyone said, that plan had been genius—and Ami's profound weirdness, but in retrospect, was even Ami weird enough to work directly against herself like that without a compelling reason?

Actually, he would have to table that question, probably forever. He honestly had no idea.

"Speaking of agency," he said instead, "there's a precedent being set here, or at least I assume it's a precedent, that bothers me. Ami said she'd prioritise your safety over your agency and your desires. Is that something you're prepared to allow?"

"I hope," Kei said coolly, "that that was not a transparent attempt to set me against my sister. I realise this is a complicated issue, but that would be very, very unwise of you."

"Sorry," Hazō said. "Phrasing. But my point is that if she's OK killing Mari, or destroying her or whatever, irrespective of what you want, what does that mean for other people who threaten you in the future, or who she thinks threaten you?"

"I think you are missing an obvious point there," Kei said. "Mari is not a random threat. She has demonstrated an explicit willingness to end my life for her own purposes. No other shinobi of Leaf has done so, not even Lord Hagoromo, who loathes me and for whom it would mitigate a grave danger to the moral future of Leaf that his clan is dedicated to protecting.

"Ami is not insane, Hazō. She is a rational agent who takes considered action based on her priorities. That you and I disagree with her in this one instance does not mean we should seek to demonise her with some inane slippery slope argument.

"With that said, as I mentioned earlier, I do not wish Mari killed or destroyed. Her life is not mine or Ami's to take. Her suffering is no concern of mine, but suffering being inflicted in my name without my consent is."

Progress. This was progress, right?

"Then that just leaves one thing," Hazō said. "You know how I may have accidentally made Ami decide to take revenge for her own sake? I think I managed to persuade her out of that by throwing myself at her mercy, but I'm not sure, and with Mari's welfare at stake, 'not sure' isn't good enough. Are you prepared to help us deal with that?"

Kei hesitated. Snowflake looked at her nervously.

"Mari and Ami are both mature adults who can settle their own differences," Kei finally said. "It would be inappropriate for me to interfere."

Snowflake reached for her. "Kei, no."

"I have agreed to challenge Ami over her denial of my agency," Kei said. "I refuse to deny her own in return. She has every right to be upset, just as I would have every right to be upset if someone were to mistreat her, irrespective of the fact that she is more than capable of defending herself and handling her own retaliation."

"You know this is a terrible idea," Hazō said urgently. "It doesn't matter what her motivation is, if a foreign ninja hurts Mari, the Hokage will have to come down on her. Or Mari might hurt her back and endanger the alliance. Or Ami might go too far and do damage to the clan and to Leaf. Or… or… there is no way this can end well for anyone. If I could trust those two to settle this amicably, then sure, but Mari doesn't hold back against her enemies, and Ami is furious, and I don't want anyone's life in danger or the social equivalent of two S-rankers going at it in the middle of a crowded city."

"I trust Ami," Kei said firmly. "If she wishes to harm Mari without any danger to herself, she will succeed. I also trust her to be able to draw the proper lines and control how much damage she deals. If her feelings for me are not involved, then she will exercise moderation, whatever that may involve in her judgement."

Akane opened her mouth, but Snowflake beat her to it.

"Do not do this, Kei. Please. You know you don't want to do this. Stop hurting yourself."

"You know it's not so simple, Kei," Akane added. "I won't argue with you about your feelings, and what Mari does and doesn't deserve, but there's no way for Ami to hurt Mari without hurting the rest of us. Even if it's just emotional, like what Hana did, a fraction of that pain gets passed on to everyone in the family. Only you can decide whether that's fair, and only you can know if it'll be worth it for Ami in the end."

"This is emotional blackmail," Kei said miserably. "Do not imagine I do not see what you are doing."

"Kei, I…" Snowflake sighed and closed her eyes.

Then she disappeared.

Kei sat silently, processing.

"Fine," she finally said. "Ami is coming for dinner tomorrow evening. I will speak with her. But I make no promises of success, and I have one condition."

"What's that?" Hazō asked.

"No first strikes from Mari," Kei said. "Mari can assume, in general, that if she harms Ami, she will make an implacable enemy of me. This is as much of an axiom as the reverse. However, if she deals the first blow, in any way, while Ami is occupied negotiating with you and me, then the next morning she will find me on her doorstep together with the Nara, the KEI, the Kei, Naruto, and everyone else loyal, friendly, or indebted to me or Ami. Please convey this to her."

"I'll… do that," Hazō said as visions of the Gōketsu compound being levelled by a hundred angry Narutos filled his head. "I think Ami should understand, though, that the Orochimaru issue was a one-off. It's not going to happen again. I don't see how it could. On the whole, having Mari alive and well is good for your welfare, Kei—just because you've lost your connection doesn't mean she doesn't love you and want to protect you. Given how good Mari is at her job, any damage Ami deals to Mari, whether it's for your sake or hers, hurts your odds of survival."

"I will have to take your word for it," Kei said. "Would you like more biscuits before you go?"

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Continued tomorrow.
 
Chapter 485, Conclusions


To summarise the clan meeting regarding Ami:

• Mari does not believe this was a sophisticated power play by Ami. In her words, every player has their own style, and Ami avoids overt threats and intimidation in the same way that Mari avoids surrendering control. This was a case of Kei-induced temporary insanity, which can generally be taken at face value.
• Nobody in the clan likes the idea of the contract. Mari thinks it's an unacceptable precedent to give anyone that sort of influence over the clan. Akane and Noburi have taken to heart Kei and Snowflake's observations about how horrifyingly it could go wrong. Kagome just started gathering explosives when he heard about the idea.
• Nobody knows what Hazō is talking about with regard to bullies and projection. Akane is sad to learn about this element of Kei's past. Kagome thinks Ami was a bad sister for listening to Kei instead of teaching the bullies a lesson they wouldn't forget. Noburi is less sure, but joins Kagome in seething on Kei's behalf. Mari shows little interest in the topic.
• In terms of handling things, Akane thinks Hazō should have taken the conversation much more slowly and given Ami time to process and calm down before reaching conclusions—it would be unreasonable to tell someone that their sister had just nearly been kidnapped and tortured to death and expect their first reaction to be calm and rational, much less if they concluded that the danger was ongoing. Mari thinks that asking Ami to optimise her own persuasion was sheer lunacy and can't believe it wasn't an unmitigated disaster that would have made the whole situation so much worse.
• Mari acknowledges Hazō's preference with regard to acting on her own.
• Kagome believes that Ami must be killed immediately, before she can take any hostile action against Mari. Mari approves in principle, but is also aware that the clan is at a severe disadvantage in terms of contingencies—unlike Mari, who knows that Hazō will have to answer for anything she does even after she's dead, Ami is free to posthumously do as much damage as she likes as long as she keeps Kei out of the crossfire. Akane is sure that, as long as Ami can be made to see that this was all a big misunderstanding before she does anything unrecoverable, she will apologise and things can go back to normal. Noburi is less convinced, but thinks it would be a "dick move" to ask Kei and Snowflake to de-escalate the situation and then immediately do things that escalate it.

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Apologies for the lack of a full Part 2. The spoon drawer is not my friend today, and I couldn't find a way to make the update interesting enough to be worth writing.

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