Chapter 668: Soon We'll Go Missing Again

"It's time," Hazō announced grimly as the four members of Operation Twilight (Snowflake had decided that if Kei got to name the site of operations, then someone needed to name the mission as well) gathered on the central skytower. Furious winds lashed the outside of the old-fashioned seal-based air dome while the torrential rain pouring down it made Hazō feel like he was sitting inside an oversized Hōzuki's Mantle. The occasional flash of lightning reminded him that the team was altogether closer to the heavens than was currently sensible.

"Naruto has sent us a message," he went on. "Come back with your shark or in your shark."

"What?!" Kagome-sensei demanded as he rose sharply to his feet, the lanky man's head brushing perilously against the dome. "So that stinking Fox has finally got to the direct threats, has it? I told you we should never have–"

"Kagome!" Kei snapped. She held his gaze for a moment, and Hazō's sealing instructor sat back down sheepishly. After a second, the cold retreated.

"I will overlook, for the moment, the uncalled-for insult to my dear friend," she said. "Hazō was merely referencing a traditional Hoshigaki saying. It means, 'It is better to perish in the course of completing a mission than to abandon it and return to the clan in dishonour'. I must say it is a deeply ironic one to use in this particular company."

Hazō looked at his companions. Kei's eyebrows were quirked in amusement. Snowflake was giving him an 'oh, really?' look. Kagome-sensei seemed ill-at-ease.

"That occurred to me about half a second after I said it," Hazō admitted. "But I'm being serious. Itachi turned up in Leaf and demanded my return. Obviously, that's not an option. I can't gamble my life and Leaf's future on beating an Akatsuki interrogation. In other words, I have to go missing, and the people who know what I've been doing and why have to go missing with me.

"This is it. Either we complete Operation Twilight and are welcomed back to Leaf as heroes or we die at Akatsuki's hands before we can. For those of us who refuse to accept a future determined by Pain, there is no third option.

"I'm sorry it's come to this. It might not have if I'd been able to complete my research in time. But we all knew before we set out that it was more likely to turn out this way than not. I have to admit I hoped Naruto would be able to buy us more time, but I've long since learned not to count on best-case scenarios."

"He cannot be blamed," Kei interjected. "This part of the plan hinged on forcing him to face his personal nemesis, the man who stripped him of his power and doubtless tortured him in unimaginable ways in the process of preparing him for a uniquely agonising death that would use him as a tool for his loved ones' doom. A man, furthermore, with extensive experience practising psychic domination of other S-rankers with the aid of a Bloodline Limit ideally suited to the task. Your worst encounters with Orochimaru would be a luxurious soak in the hot springs by comparison. That the Eighth was able to stand firm and follow the plan at all is an achievement to be respected rather than a failure to excel."

Hazō sighed. "You're right, of course. Still, we are where we are. It takes less than two weeks to get back from the southern islands where we officially are to Hidden Leaf. Assuming Akatsuki bought the cover story in the first place, that's how long we have before they stop being polite and go after us with everything they've got."

"You are correct," Kei said, looking away, at the raging storm almost close enough to touch. "This was always the expected outcome. I… had believed I was better prepared."

Snowflake squeezed her hand. "At least now I no longer need to feel excluded from the formative missing-nin experience," she said with false cheer.

Hazō couldn't think of anything to say to that. Snowflake had fought hard, in ways none of them had ever had to, to make Leaf her home. She'd had to fight to be accepted as a person, then as a legal entity, then a citizen, all in the name of a place to belong that the rest of them had taken for granted ever since the skywalker trade and Jiraiya's subsequent adoption all those years ago. Now, she was about to lose everything she'd earned, with no guarantee and little agency when it came to ever getting it back.

He could only move on.

"Our first priority needs to be the other Gōketsu," he said. "In particular, I'm worried about Noburi, Mari, and Yuno. Without Noburi, my research slows down massively and Operation Twilight becomes a lot less viable as a race against time. On top of that, it seems like a natural move for Itachi to take them hostage to force us out of hiding. Obviously, that can't be allowed to happen. Our family needs to be out of Leaf before Akatsuki discover they need the leverage.

"Does that sound right to you three? If I'm exaggerating the danger, then obviously they need to stay in Leaf. I would never ask anyone to go through all the trauma and peril of going missing again unless there was no other choice."

"I don't know why you even need to ask," Kagome-sensei said. "We just watched those Akatsuki stinkers kill the Hokage and make Leaf pay for it. They're not going to stop at a little torture and murder when the stakes are high. Heck, those lunatics would probably do it just for fun if they could get away with it."

This time, Kei and Snowflake's combined glare could have frozen the air hard enough to create an air dome without any seals.

"What? What did I say?"

Hazō sighed once more. "Kei, Snowflake, not now, please."

"Stupendously insensitive though Kagome's comments may be," Kei said coolly, "I am inclined to concur with their essence. While there is a non-negligible possibility that Akatsuki will choose not to risk the stability of AMITY with further aggression against Leaf–their saner members must be aware that they have pushed their mandate to the breaking point–the stakes are simply too high as both parties' rift research surely grows closer to completion. Besides, said saner members are clearly not in a position to fully restrain the rest.

"Our loved ones may possess information regarding our activities, locations, and further plans, or may have indirectly noticed hints of which they themselves are as yet unaware. Furthermore, as you say, their abduction may serve to compel our return, and with multiple hostages available, it would be… only rational to torture one to apply proper pressure and make the point clear."

She hesitated. "Hazō, you have considered the possibility that others outside the immediate family are likewise vulnerable? You and I may be aware of the relative feebleness of our bonds with the others we have sworn to lead and protect, but Akatsuki may not be, or may believe that they will possess sufficient weight in aggregate. There is a vast and unbridgeable gap between the clan head who surrenders their seat before departing on a mission from which they do not expect to return, as Kani Mukan did, and one who abandons their people even in the knowledge that they are about to be placed in danger–much less when they are the indirect cause of that danger."

"I know," Hazō said. "It's not like I had a choice, Kei."

"I did not intend to imply otherwise," Kei said quickly. "My point is public perception, both insofar as Akatsuki may expect you to feel this way and act accordingly and insofar as it will be an obstacle to face in the event of a triumphant return. I very much fear that the populace at large, oblivious to the apocalyptic nature of the Akatsuki threat and seeing only that the missing-nin have bribed our way into Leaf a second time, will not be inclined towards acceptance and forgiveness.

"But that is a problem for a future it feels radically optimistic to even hope for. Our discussion pertains to the dispiriting present."

"Right," Hazō agreed uncertainly. "The fact is, though, that a mass extraction isn't realistic. First off, these people are generally going to be more loyal to the Will of Fire than to us. It only takes one to refuse to go missing and go to the authorities. Naruto being forced to act before the family can exfiltrate would be a catastrophe. Secondly, the more people are involved, the harder it will be to maintain stealth. Mari is an expert at getting out when a mission's gone to hell, but even she can only work so many miracles. Reo can't even use skywalkers.

"I know you feel responsible for the ex-KEI ninja, Kei, but this time round, we're going to have to count on our ex-Coordinator Hokage to do what we can to protect them, and hope that it's enough. Maybe he'll put them under ANBU watch, or into safehouses or something."

Kei bowed her head. "It is not as if I can deny anything you say. I have considered the same arguments and more during my hours standing guard against the Hyenas, a dozen terrible futures contesting over my imagination. But… I hate it, Hazō. What has it all been for, if I cannot even protect those in my care–worse, if my actions place them in danger they did not consent to?"

Silence. What more was there to say? Even Kagome-sensei had to imagine the possibility of Honoka being taken. Or if not, Hazō would choose to come back in his shark before pointing it out.

"We can stretch as far as Tenten and Fujisawa, at least," Hazō said. "Shikamaru is as untouchable as anyone in Leaf short of the Hokage–"

"For all that's worth," Kagome-sensei added bitterly.

Kei closed her eyes. After a few seconds, she opened them again.

"I am losing my patience. Kagome, do you recall what we discussed the other night?"

"Which part?"

"Your comment logically implies that, as Akatsuki are both able and willing to murder the Hokage without consequences, they will also be both able and willing to murder Shikamaru should they judge it desirable. This is plausible, and as an observation, it could even be of value in a hypothetical scenario where we needed to evaluate Shikamaru's safety. However, everyone present is already aware that Akatsuki could murder my husband and best friend at any time. The reminder is both unnecessary and hurtful."

"Oh," Kagome-sensei said, crestfallen. "I'm an idiot. A great big stinking idiot. I'm so sorry, Kei."

"Supposing," Kei went on, "that Akatsuki feel any restraint whatsoever, they will balk at abducting or otherwise taking extreme hostile action against the head of Leaf's most important clan. The same cannot be said of Tenten or Miyuki, KEI ninja whose disappearance would have only a limited impact on Leaf's military capability, and less still on its politics. I wish to believe that, as Hazō observes, the Eighth will feel some special responsibility for the vulnerable minority to whom he once swore additional oaths, and perhaps even some nepotistic concern for a close friend's lovers. However, if a choice must ever be made between those particular shinobi and Leaf's continued survival, I am unable to believe that he would not make the rational decision.

"With that in mind, yes, I wish to extract those two as soon as possible, or at least to offer them the option. Tenten has already once refused to compromise her principles in order to be with me, and Miyuki is a true believer in the Will of Fire in a way that we are not and never can be. Still, at worst, neither of them will take steps to prevent the rest of the family's escape."

"Good," Hazō said. "We can do that. Mari can easily get them messages–off the top of my head, don't Yuno and Fujisawa hang out all the time?–and for now, they're going to be under much less scrutiny than the others. With her guidance, they should have no problem slipping away with no one the wiser."

"They are likely to be interrogated sooner or later once it emerges that I have betrayed the village," Kei noted. "However, the Hokage is aware that actually receiving actionable information would be a disaster, so it is likely that he will avoid deploying the Yamanaka, and ideally delay questioning until any potential information is no longer actionable–a gap allowing for successful exfiltration."

"I'll leave composing the messages to you," Hazō said. "Not that Mari can't be convincing, but if we have to persuade them that this is the right course of action to begin with, then it has to be someone they know and trust.

"Now, since we seem to have a consensus, on to practicalities. Any objections to letting Mari take point on exfiltration and contact us via Noburi once they're safely out?"

"None."

"None."

"I mean, how else were we going to do it?"

"Pretty much," Hazō said. "We are stupidly lucky to have Mari, and always have been."

Kei gave him a look loaded with an essay's worth of meaning. Hazō had time to read the introduction, discussing how they'd only ever needed Mari's skills because she kidnapped them from their families and dragged them to the Swamp of Death, before he decided to leave thinking about it for another time.

"We can set up a dead drop for Noburi, so if Akatsuki are opening our mail, they'll think we're on the move like we're supposed to be and don't have time to chat. I'm thinking some innocent, non-runic sealing notes for the main body. That's plausible if we're afraid of dying en route and all that value being lost, and hopefully, if Itachi looks at it, he'll recognise that it doesn't look like rift research."

"Itachi is a veteran shadow clone user," Snowflake pointed out, "and he knows about Noburi. The notion of multi-threaded research would hardly be unimaginable to him. Besides, in what way do you expect this evidence to affect his actions? He will not choose to retract his call for your return so lightly, nor will it allay his suspicions when he learns that you would rather go missing than report for interrogation."

"Fine," Hazō said. "It probably won't accomplish anything. But it also doesn't cost me anything–copying out a bunch of notes is hardly a big strain when I have a ton of shadow clones."

Snowflake's eyes narrowed. "Yes, of course. Why not create and destroy a few unique divergent perspectives for the purpose of trivial manual labour that you expect to accomplish nothing?"

"...On second thought, it would be safer to use the Iron Nerve anyway," Hazō said. "Can't risk copying errors when someone might use those notes for research some day." He had carefully avoided stepping into that trap array so far, and this was no time to change his mind.

"Anyway," he said, "the real purpose of the notes is so I can throw in some seals to help with the exfiltration–darkness domes, extra skywalkers, and so on. It must suck for the Gōketsu to have to spend months with both of their elite sealmasters gone."

"I hope the kids are getting on fine," Kagome-sensei muttered. "Noburi would tell us if there'd been any estate-melting sealing failures, right?"

"Of course he would," Hazō reassured him. Probably. Unless he decided that bad news Hazō couldn't do anything about would just distract him from his research.

Sage's ballsack, Hazō could totally see Mari telling Noburi to filter the news like that. Leaf might be a snake-filled crater right now, or the Hagoromo might have started a gay revolution for Naruto to have to violently put down, or Mari might have decided to experiment with the economy after all, or…

"I assume this will also be our opportunity to instruct Mari to exfiltrate?" Kei asked.

"...Right." Hazō forced his mind back onto more tractable problems. "I'll send her a letter telling her what to do to prepare for my return–gather documents and reports, make sure the right clanspeople are available for me to catch up with, notify all the business partners who I owe meetings, all that–and ask her to check with Ishikawa-sensei about Honoka's progress at the Academy, for Kagome-sensei's peace of mind."

"This is code for 'go missing ASAP, with no further contact until you have left the Fire Country," Kei explained to Kagome-sensei. "We are all aware that you trust Ishikawa's judgement as much as you would trust a Hyūga to keep his Byakugan deactivated while alone in the Gōketsu vault."

"The stinker said she had hereditary ageometria," Kagome-sensei spat. "Maybe if he'd ever explained why the interior angles add up to 180 degrees, or–"

"A monster," Kei agreed. "In the unlikely event that the opportunity ever arises, I will personally see to his doom now that he has served his purpose."

"Finally," Hazō said, "I have a thought about the hostage situation. You're right that we can't guarantee Akatsuki won't pick someone to be a hostage, no matter who we exfiltrate. The only way to protect ourselves from that for sure is to use the ultimate shinobi defence."

"Don't be there," the other three recited.

"If Akatsuki can't contact us, they can't coerce us, even with all the hostages in the world. That means we have to isolate ourselves from Seventh Path communication, which is their only means of reaching us when they don't know our location."

"Viable," Kei agreed. "I am currently far from the Pangolin heartlands where most of my contractors are located, and Pantsā has no interest in undermining my military utility by forcing me to attend to extraneous matters on the Human Path, much less casting me into Akatsuki's jaws. I am confident that the ruthlessly-organised Pangolin military can filter or sever communications at will."

"I don't spend much time with my spiders anyway," Kagome-sensei said. "I tend to creep them out. They say it's not natural how my organs are all on the outside of my exoskeleton, and the little ones always ask me what happened to the rest of my legs. They mean well, I know, but it does get tiring after a while."

"Can you put something more reliable than that in place?" Hazō asked.

"I suggest only permitting contact at a restricted list of locations," Kei said, "known to the clan boss and those individuals who are absolutely necessary for your function as a summoner and can be trusted, in the boss's opinion, to keep an oath of non-communication. I do not mean in terms of intent, since a properly-formed oath is absolute on the Seventh Path, but in terms of competence."

"I foresee a difficulty," Snowflake said. "For the deterrent to be effective, Akatsuki must know that taking hostages will accomplish nothing, as opposed to learning this only after they have abducted various victims and then found that they cannot communicate the fact to us."

"Right," Hazō said. "That's something our summon clans will need to make known. That does open them up to coercion, but I feel like having a furious clan boss between me and Akatsuki, as opposed to just one who's doing me a favour, is more of a win than a loss."

"There is no 'win' here," Kei said quietly. "Even with the most effective countermeasures, if Akatsuki decide to abduct the people in our care and torture them for information, or on general principles, we will be powerless to stop them. This is… damage mitigation. Until we can reverse the course of the world, until our momentum overpowers human nature itself, everything we ever do will only be damage mitigation."

"I know that," Hazō said. "But we're about to slay the world's greatest monsters and become the heroes who saved it from an age of tyranny. Then, as an encore, we'll conquer the afterlife and bring back the dead. Kei, you are about to see Uplift gather a hell of a lot of momentum."

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Hazō privately prayed to Lord Jashin. Apparently, the dead leopards were not sufficient for him to receive any tangible sign of the deity(?)'s attention, unless cutting his finger during weapons maintenance counts.

Snowflake performed the Nara ninjutsu tests in private, explaining that if Hazō, in learning more about how they worked, inadvertently discovered a Nara clan secret, or worse, a hard counter to a Nara clan secret (e.g. if Nara ninjutsu were unusable in the vicinity of a darkness dome), Kei would be obliged to report this to Shikamaru, and then things would get complicated for all concerned. In the event, she found that the techniques she knew either did not interact with the seal (because they did not rely on environmental shadows) or had a weak synergy (because the domes blocked the Nara user's line of sight to the target as normal).

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What do you do?

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Bonus Update: Schrödinger’s Farewell
Bonus Update: Schrödinger's Farewell

Envelope A (READ THIS FIRST)

If you are reading this, I assume you are following Contingency P27 as instructed. If not, stop reading immediately and do not resume until the P27 protocols are in effect. They are to remain in effect until you have finished reading the messages indicated at the end of this letter, as well as during any subsequent discussion.


Dear Tenten and Miyuki,

I wish this were another social letter, sharing trivial anecdotes from my mission while awkwardly circumnavigating the endlessly deep whirlpool of how much I miss you. Unfortunately, this is the other kind of letter.

As you are aware, I am presently on a self-assigned long-term research mission, serving as advisor and bodyguard to Hazō alongside Kagome. For both your safety and ours, I cannot yet provide additional details, save to say that this mission is essential to Leaf's welfare and potentially its survival. If this seems like hyperbole, recall that Hazō is the inventor of skywalkers, which transformed the face of warfare, and skyslicers, which have slain vast alien abominations and Akatsuki members both, as well as other exceptional seals whose time, I fear, will yet come.

Now, Uchiha Itachi has demanded our return for interrogation, at which time he will judge our mission to be a threat to Akatsuki and eliminate us, even at the risk of reprisal from Leaf. Just as transpired immediately after the Seventh's murder, the Hokage was threatened with Leaf's annihilation and submitted to the demand.

Our mission remains our priority, and we cannot continue it if assassinated or in Akatsuki's hands. Thus, we have elected to defy the Hokage's unwilling order. In other words, we have gone missing.

To recapitulate, all of us remain loyal to the Village Hidden in the Leaves. We recognise the Eighth Hokage as our legitimate leader, and our only goal is to protect the village we have come to love and the many people with whom we have forged deep bonds. We believe that completing this mission is the best way to do so, and that the Hokage would agree wholeheartedly were he not being forced to choose between us and Leaf's immediate survival.

Thus we come to the important part. We believe that as soon as Akatsuki recognise that we do not intend to return, they will seize those close to us for both interrogation and leverage. Our immediate family are already preparing to leave Leaf without the Hokage's knowledge and join us on the mission. I wish urge you to do likewise.

I appreciate the magnitude of the request. To any shinobi raised in Leaf, this is a betrayal of the Will of Fire and of all one's comrades. I do not ask this of you lightly. However, we are confident that if you remain in Leaf, you will be abducted and tortured or killed. Akatsuki retain the legal right to enter and leave Leaf at will, and as you can see, the Hokage is unable to reject a demand that can be expected to result in our deaths. It pains me to say this, but if this is true for Gōketsu Hazō and Nara Kei, it will certainly be true for Tenten and Fujisawa Miyuki–or if not officially, then in the dead of night, or when you next leave Leaf on a mission.

I am not inviting you to hide in the woods (though if that is your choice, I will accept it). I am inviting you to participate in a mission we believe worth bringing Akatsuki's full wrath down on ourselves. We are confident that, should it succeed, the Hokage will have both the will and the ability to repatriate us as heroes–and you, should you decide to join us. However, even were it not so, we would persevere. Leaf's future requires us to succeed, even if we cannot be part of it.

If you choose to leave, open Envelope B and destroy Envelopes C1 and C2 unread. If you choose to remain, open Envelopes C1 (Miyuki) and C2 (Tenten) and destroy Envelope B unread.

I do not pray, but please know that, whatever you decide, your safety is foremost in my thoughts.

Kei
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Envelope B (READ ENVELOPE A FIRST)

[several maps of rendezvous points, with associated meeting times]

[a number of exfiltration plans, each over 300 words]

[preparations and equipment checklist for first-time missing-nin]

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ENVELOPE C1 (FOR MIYUKI; READ ENVELOPE A FIRST)

Dear Miyuki,

If you are reading this, then this is likely our farewell. In the future I dream of, I will return to Leaf triumphant, only to perish of embarrassment when I face a Miyuki who has read this letter. As ever, I write on the assumption that my dream will not come true.

I am appalling at opening my heart to others. I do so with excruciating slowness. I fear that my hope, a candle flame I can barely light and must shield with my entire body lest it flicker, will be extinguished by reality. I fear that I will be rejected as the other recognises the self-evident truth that there is nothing in me worth loving, and then I will have no choice but to accept it myself once again. I fear that I will accept the other as part of my own heart, only to be abandoned, to be made forever less, and to take another step down the path to the self-chosen isolation that I once believed to be my fate.

Thus, I hope you understand what it means for me to confess that over the last year, perhaps even longer given my atrocious self-awareness, I have been gradually falling in love with you.

It has been a slow and difficult process, marked by extensive denial and futile bursts of resistance. It has also been as inexorable as the erosion of rocks to sand, as rain falling from the clouds, as the coming of adulthood. Still, I find myself wishing that I live long enough to complete it.

I have attempted and failed to resist your optimism, like the dance of refracted sunlight that never stops long enough to burn. I have attempted and failed to resist your determination, unyielding once you have identified your heart's desire, no matter how much that heart's desire may seek to keep you at arm's length. I have attempted and failed to resist your inner strength, your indomitable smile in the face of a past darker than mine and chains whose weight you feel not when you stop to reflect, but in every social interaction. I have attempted and failed to resist your endless well of idiosyncratic creativity, your thousand prisms through which I see worlds I did not know existed within my own.

Here and now, when it is too late, I admit defeat. If we meet again, I will finally surrender to you.

Kei


I am aware that you do not know how you feel about me, Miyuki, and in truth, I do not know how I feel about you. How do I tell which sparks are mine, or how many, within the blazing fire of Kei's feelings?

Still, I wish to learn. Belatedly for many of the same reasons as Kei, and more hopeless ones besides, I wish to learn. That is all that I can offer you because that is all that I have. There is still precious little for you to learn about me, and I cannot conceive of what I could offer you that Kei cannot. But at least you have my curiosity, and that is mine alone. Of the countless thousands of people in this world, you are one of the special few of whom I am keen to learn more. You are one of the special few with whom I wish to define a relationship, and explore it to whatever depth we are capable of reaching together.

This is my heart. Please accept it.

Snowflake

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Envelope C2 (FOR TENTEN; READ ENVELOPE A FIRST)

I promise.
 
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Chapter 669: Extreme Exfiltration

"Hey, got a—whoa!" Noburi spun around, putting a hand over his eyes for good measure.

Mari lifted her head from where it had been reclined on the headrest of her bathtub. Her sybaritic bathtub that had been a birthday present from her son, the Gōketsu Clan Lord and Dragonslayer. It was huge, far more than the tiny woman needed. Huge enough that she could have comfortably shared it with her former not-official husband, the Gōketsu Clan Lord and Fifth Hokage, Master of the Bedroom Arts, Author of blah blah blah.

"Noburi," she scolded. "What do you think you're doing, walking in on me in the bath?"

"I wasn't! What do you think you're doing, leaving the screens down while you bathe?! Seriously, why did you set this thing up in your sitting room?"

"Don't try to make this my fault. What would Yuno say?"

Noburi had survived in the wilderness, faced down enemy ninja of greater number and higher rank, and stood on air two thousand feet in the sky. He was no coward, right? Surely not. Yet, somehow, his knees were a little wobbly right now and his stomach was trying to emigrate.

"Ahhhh..."

Mari laughed. "Don't worry, I won't tell her. To answer your question: it's in the sitting room because it means the servants can get the water out and clean the tub without having to go into my personal room. As to the rest, I'm covered up. What have you got for me?"

Noburi risked a glance over his shoulder and found that Mari had taken the towel off her hair and draped it over the inappropriate bits of herself. The ones that floated above the soapy bubbles that blanketed the rest of the tub. He turned around and extended a packet of papers.

"I just got back from training with the Sages," he said. "Hazō dropped by as we were finishing and he gave me a bunch of stuff to give to you and Gaku. He said yours was something about an intelligence-gathering thing he wants done."

"Oh? Interesting. Let me see." She extended a glistening arm for the packet. Noburi handed it over with a smile and turned to leave.

He was barely halfway down the hall when Mari called him back with a sharp word.

"What?" he demanded, entering the room more carefully this time. Fortunately, Mari was already out of the tub and was vigorously toweling herself off behind a screen.

"Where is Yuno?"

"Downstairs, last I saw. She was making a snack."

"Ooh, that sounds good. Would you mind asking her to dig up one of the sweet'n'sour barbeque seals for me? I ran out in my daily carry collection and keep forgetting to restock. I'll meet you both down there in a minute."

"Uh...sure?" Odd request, but whatever. He headed back the way he had come, half expecting Mari to call him back again just to mess with him.

Yuno was indeed still in the kitchen. Noburi passed on the request and helped her look through the drawer of meal seals until they found one that matched Mari's sudden craving. In part this was Noburi being helpful and in part it was an opportunity to stand close with his wife, shoulders and hips together as they rummaged in the drawer. The heat of her body spread through his jacket and into his arm, focusing his entire awareness onto her. He felt her stiffen slightly, just for a moment, and then relax and go back to rummaging around in the long pull-out drawer of storage seals, each seal holding a bento box filled with a freshly-cooked meal that had been timelocked moments after plating and tossed in a drawer to satisfy whatever random craving a Gōketsu ninja might come up with months or years later. A quick flick of the eyes revealed that yes, she was blushing furiously. He grinned.

Yuno spotted the relevant seal and plucked it out of the pile, only to freeze in place when Noburi took her hand and pulled gently so that she turned to face him. He looped his arms around her waist and leaned his cheek against hers. She was too stunned to react for several seconds, after which she hesitantly put her arms around him and squeezed slightly.

He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound in his broad chest, and pressed a kiss to her temple, then went back to simply holding her.

"You're a really good wife, and I love you," he said quietly, lips almost against her ear.

Yuno had been blushing since the moment he stood next to her but now her face was so red it would have worried the medics. She leaned back slightly so she could see his face, but she did not seek to escape the circle of his thick arms, nor did she take hers from around him.

"Why?" she asked. The soft hesitation, the sheer uncertainty in her voice made Noburi's heart want to break but the hope that also lived there made him feel like a hero of legend.

"Because I do," he said, smiling down at her in amusement. "Because you're caring, and loyal, and smart, and funny in your own very weird way that I'm still learning to understand. And you're beautiful, that's always a bonus. And because you're absolutely terrifying on the battlefield and you use those skills to keep me and those I care about safe. Because you want me, and you see me, in ways that no one else has. Because I feel comfortable telling you things like this and knowing that you won't laugh at me."

"I would never," she promised.

"Oh, I think you'll laugh at me eventually," he said with a chuckle. "I'm sure I'll deserve it for something."

Yuno's red lips parted to reply but the words went unsaid as a faint scuff of a shoe in the hallway presaged Mari's arrival. The warning was just enough time for the two of them to disengage and step back from one another so as not to be seen doing anything so inappropriate as hugging in public.

"Hey, guys," Mari said, sauntering in. She was wearing fuzzy slippers and a loose house robe, something comfortable but far too shabby to be seen in outside the home. It had once been a brilliant green but had faded to tepid teal over the course of many washes. She was plaiting her hair into a loose updo as she walked, but her face lit up when she saw the barbeque seal. She tossed the loose hair over her shoulder and hopped up on one of the stools that ran along the counter.

"Thank you so much for this, guys," she said, activating the seal and conjuring forth the contents. She lifted the lid off the bento; her eyes drifted closed in feline pleasure as she inhaled the spicy scent of the meat. "That's the good stuff."

She lifted the chopsticks out of the box and then paused. "Oh, hey, Yuno—Noburi brought some messages back, and one of them is a letter from Kei for Fujisawa. Would you mind running it over to her before it finishes getting dark? I would do it, but I think it's better from you." She held out a bulging envelope.

"Of course," Yuno said, glancing at the clock on the wall. The gloaming was already upon them; she would be coming back in darkness even if she hustled.

"Thanks."

Yuno took the envelope and disappeared on ninja-rapid feet out of the manor.

"Heard your foot scuff the rug," Noburi said with a sly smile, reaching for a tea seal as he spoke. "You're normally quieter."

"I figured you would appreciate me not walking in on you two canoodling," Mari said, her words staccato and incisive as she pushed the bento aside and stripped off her house robe to reveal a field uniform, complete with dozens of pockets loaded with seals of all stripes. She kicked off the slippers and pulled a pair of battle sandals from one of those seals, sliding them onto her feet and knotting them in place with rapid fingers.

"What are you—"

"Codeword: Riptide," Mari said. "We are going missing again, full explanations later but it's because Hazō said so and he said so because Akatsuki is likely to be after us. Get your stuff, get Yuno's stuff. Everything. Every seal, every book, everything you or Yuno care about. Get into field gear, get hers ready. Anything sensitive, bring it or burn it. We are exfiltrating two minutes after she gets back. You, me, her, no one else. I'm going to go loot Hazō's office for the ninjutsu scrolls and burn anything that seems appropriate. Go!"

"But— Right." It took his brain a second to catch up but he dropped his unopened teapot seal and sprinted for the stairs. It could take Yuno anywhere from four minutes to twenty minutes to reach Fujisawa's house, depending on how fast Yuno was traveling and how. Two to fifteen minutes before she started back, depending on whether she simply dropped the letter off and left or if she stopped to chat over tea. (Fujisawa's writing-only communication tended to be slower than speech.) The return trip would probably take longer than the outbound since it would already be dark and Yuno would know of no reason to rush. He had anywhere from ten minutes to an hour to pack up everything he and his wife cared about.

Mari had better have a really good explanation.

o-o-o-o​

The door opened the way ninja open doors: a small crack at first, with the opener standing to the side and bracing it with one foot before opening it the rest of the way once the person knocking was revealed as not a hostile.

Miyuki nodded a welcome to Yuno and tipped her head inquisitively. She stepped back, gesturing an invitation to come inside. Yuno bowed politely but shook her head.

"I apologize," she said, holding out the packet. "I am only here to drop off this package from Kei. I really must get back."

Miyuki packed an entire 'I understand the need but regret the necessity and hope you return again soon' into one brief nod and a slightly crinkling of her eyes. She accepted the packet, bowed her thanks, and closed the door as Yuno turned away. She had the packet slit open and the contents extracted before she had taken three steps back to the fireplace. Three envelopes and a top sheet.

She read the top sheet with a frown.

For my two lights. Please be together when you read these, and know that I regret my absence from you with true pain. I still look forward to eating pea soup and drinking spiced tea and all the other things we discussed as soon as I return.

Kei had been in an unusually affectionate mood when she wrote that, Miyuki thought. There had to have been other phrasings that would have allowed her to hide the code words without being so schmoopy.

She looked out the window, considering. It was fully dark now, and Miyuki wasn't sure if Tenten would be at her apartment or at the Nara estate. Unfortunately, the two places were in opposite directions and the night was chilly already, as well as damp. She had been drawing by the fire when Yuno arrived. Nothing in the coded message stated that the letters were urgent...

She glanced from the sketchpad on the table next to her chair, where there was warmth and light and toasty blankets, to the slivered-moon darkness outside the window. Tenten would be annoyed if she decided that Miyuki had kept the letters from her overly long, but she likely wouldn't be bothered if Miyuki found her first thing in the morning. Which wouldn't be hard, since she would undoubtedly be training at her favorite field.

On the other hand, Miyuki couldn't read her letter until she caught up with Tenten. Did she really want to delay gratification that long?

She looked back and forth from fireplace to window, frowning uncertainly.

o-o-o-o​

"I'm back!" Yuno called as she came through the door, scraping the mud off her sandals before toeing them off and replacing them with house slippers. Mari had undoubtedly finished her barbeque by now, but Yuno hadn't eaten yet and was definitely ready for something. Maybe fish? She remembered seeing a nice salmon filet with ground pepper among the meal seals. That sounded g—

Noburi and Mari were there, wearing full combat gear and skywalker sandals. Noburi had his finger to his lips as he approached and handed her a field uniform before twirling one hand in a 'gather up, time to go' gesture. He turned away and started emptying the bowl of explosive notes that lived on the shelf by the door, stuffing handfuls of them into his pockets and leaving none behind.

Yuno was too well-trained to demand answers in what was clearly a time-critical situation. Instead, she started peeling off her clothes and handing them to Mari to be sealed up while Yuno pulled on the combat gear and the skywalker sandals. Mari handed her a bandoleer of quick-load inserts for the sandals and gave her a quick check-over, tugging on straps and inventorying to make sure that everything was in its place and settled, then standing still so that Yuno could check her as well.

Ninety seconds after Yuno had entered the house, the three were climbing into the nearly moonless sky, chakra swirling constantly through their systems to hold off the exhaustion caused by essentially running up a very steep staircase that happened to be half a mile long.

Behind them, Kei's envelopes remained as unexploded tags that would either earn them two new recruits or a swarm of ANBU racing after them.





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Chapter 670: The Manifold Perils of Fujisawa Miyuki

Hazō paced back and forth anxiously between the weird psychedelic mushroom trees of the Toad forest. Noburi had missed his check-in. Noburi was dead. They never made it out of Leaf. Mari missed the message and Akatsuki made their move early. Akatsuki intercepted the message and interrogated her. Naruto decided he wasn't letting Noburi go and seized him as soon as he came back from the Seventh Path. Itachi had been watching the compound and intercepted them. Leaf's hunter-nin had pursuit capabilities they didn't publicise and caught up with the team. Mari had seen the message, weighed her options, and decided to cut ties rather than leave.

"Hazō."

Hazō spun around. "Noburi! You're all right!"

Noburi looked exhausted, shoulders drooping and bags under his eyes. His expression on seeing Hazō was not relieved but grim.

"We set fire to our lives and walked away," Noburi said. "Nobody's all right."

"You're safe," Hazō amended. "Where are you right now?"

"Tea," Noburi said. "There's no sign of pursuit, so we're on a direct path to join you, fast as we can."

Ah.

"Noburi," Hazō said tentatively, "where do you think I am?"

"Somewhere near Crimson State Island, right?"

"...No," Hazō said. "That was a lie for Akatsuki's benefit."

Noburi facepalmed. "And it didn't occur to you to mention that before?"

"You know I couldn't give you my location while you were still in Leaf," Hazō said. "Akatsuki could have questioned you at any time. It's the same reason I went out of my way not to talk about it in our check-ins. I couldn't put it in the note because we don't have a code for 'western Gaikotsu Bay', and in any case I had to think about the worst-case scenario. If you failed to get away and Akatsuki found out our location, it would be game over for everyone."

"Gaikotsu Bay?" Noburi repeated. "You have got to be kidding me. If we have to go around Fire, that's going to take forever."

"Well, if you're near the southern islands where Akatsuki will be looking for me, then I can't be the one to come to you," Hazō pointed out.

"Whatever," Noburi said. "It's not a big deal."

He slid off his barrel and sat down, slumping against the stalk of a vividly purple mushroom tree.

"This sucks," he said with feeling. "Yuno's miserable. Last time she went missing, she didn't have anything–anyone–to lose. This time she had friends, students, even a future she was working towards, and she gave it all up to follow me. I feel like a total bastard, and it wasn't even my order.

"And me? I had a career. I was helping people. I was trusted. I'd just got private tutoring from Tsunade–sort of–which was going to take me to the next level. Now I'm back in the woods and it's like my life never happened.

"Mari's gone quiet. She's not talking any more than she has to, and I'm kind of afraid to push given the state she's in. So it's down to you to explain. What the hell, Hazō?"

Hazō sat down next to him.

"I've been doing runic weapons research to kill Akatsuki, on Naruto's orders. Everything else was just a cover. The message you gave me last time was a contingency trigger to go missing because he couldn't stall them any further."

Noburi silently absorbed this.

"I guess that tracks. The others–Kei, Snowflake, Kagome–did they know when they signed up?"

Hazō shrugged. "I'm pretty sure Kei figured it out because she's Kei, but I couldn't tell anyone. I certainly couldn't tell anyone the Hokage had ordered me to go missing if things went badly.

"I'm sorry for uprooting you all, I really am. But I couldn't come back and have Akatsuki find out I was directly working against them, and once they figured out I'd gone missing, they were bound to go after my family."

"Dammit." Noburi slammed his fist against the stalk beside him, leaving a deep impression. "This was always going to happen, wasn't it?"

"Kind of," Hazō agreed. "I couldn't give up fighting Akatsuki, not with the world at stake, and they weren't going to stop monitoring me. I had to get away, and I had to go missing once they forced Naruto to order me back.

"But maybe I could have avoided it. If I'd just been smarter, better at research, maybe I could have come up with a superweapon by now, and we could be back in Leaf killing Akatsuki instead of… this."

"It's fine," Noburi said after a second. "I mean, it's not fine, this whole thing is a steaming pile of bullshit and I hate everything about it, but if I was going to complain about you being dumb, I'd have been doing it way before now."

"Noburi, you complain about me being dumb all the time. Just the other day, you told me how much of an idiot I was for forgetting to write to Ino, and how lucky I was to have a brother with a gift for plausible excuses."

"I'm pretty sure she didn't buy it, for the record," Noburi said. "You're really going to have to make it up to her when…"

He winced.

"We're not coming back, are we?"

"We are," Hazō insisted. "We're going to kill Akatsuki and be welcomed back as heroes. If you think skywalkers were worth adopting a pack of missing-nin over, wait till you see what Naruto's prepared to do for Akatsuki-killing runes, not to mention all the other craziness I'm working on."

"I guess we'll see," Noburi said. "You'll forgive me if I'm not at my most optimistic right now."

He levered himself to his feet.

"I'd better get back. I can't leave Yuno alone right now. You said western Gaikotsu Bay?"

"Actually, no," Hazō said. "I mean yes, but if you have to make it all the way from Tea, then it would be better to meet up in northern Iron. That's our first rendezvous point with Tenten and Fujisawa, assuming they take Kei's warning seriously and come join us."

Noburi froze. "Fujisawa's coming?"

"We hope so," Hazō said. "She's on the list of people we expect Akatsuki to take hostage sooner or later. Why, is there a problem?"

"No," Noburi said quickly, his eyes wide. "It's fine. No problem at all."

Hazō stood up. "Noburi, I'm your brother and your clan head. Talk to me."

"You're not my clan head anymore," Noburi said, without hostility. "I doubt there's even going to be a Gōketsu Clan by the end of the week, between the treason and Mari taking or torching the good stuff."

"Fine, whatever," Hazō said, shoving that thought in a deep vault and throwing away the key. "I'm still your brother. If there's something wrong, I want to help."

Noburi looked away.

"It's nothing," he said. "I just think… she's cute. Fujisawa, I mean. Easily five stars."

"I guess?" Hazō said. "Assuming you're into girls who can't smile."

"I had a crush on Kei, didn't I?"

Hazō laughed.

"I don't mean I have a crush on Fujisawa or anything," Noburi clarified. "I don't really know her, and I've been going out of my way not to know her, just in case, even though she's my wife's best friend and if she's noticed, she probably thinks I hate her. But if we're going to be missing-nin together for however long…"

Hazō nodded.

"I'm not saying I'd cheat on Yuno!" Noburi exclaimed without provocation. "I'm not that kind of guy. But Yuno has razor-sharp intuition for this stuff. If she picks up on her husband being attracted to her best friend… well, there's no scenario that doesn't end in a bloodbath, is there?"

Hazō and Noburi shared an ominous silence.

"We'll figure something out," Hazō said, without confidence. "We still have at least a week before everyone's together. In the meantime, you guys should head for Nuken'in Temple in northern Iron."

"Never heard of it."

"It's not far from the Liberator's fortress," Hazō said. "I'll have the map copied–I mean, I'll copy the map out for you by next check-in.

"Noburi…" he said as Noburi strapped on his barrel. "Tell everyone I'm sorry."

"...Yeah."

-o-​

Kei was moving the instant Snowflake signalled "clear", leaving Hazō and Kagome far behind in her haste to be in that clearing even a second sooner. She needed to know. Needed to see. Nothing else mattered.

Tenten, with her perfect understanding of Kei, was already braced, and did not collapse beneath the sudden impact of her embrace (on skywalkers, there was no need to touch down first before proceeding to her destination). She was… she was here. Alive. Safe. Hers. Holding her, confirming Tenten's existence with her own hands, instantly dispelled a week of nightmares.

However, even for Tenten, Kei's stamina was not infinite. Finally, reluctantly, she disengaged, allowing Snowflake to take her turn.

With her field of view regrettably no longer fully occupied by Tenten, Kei looked around the clearing, a sense of wrongness steadily rising through her body and beginning to curl around her heart.

"Tenten," she asked anxiously, "where is Miyuki?"

The silence, like all Tenten's silences, said everything that needed to be said.

"No…" Kei whispered.

"She trusts you," Tenten said firmly. "But she doesn't trust the Mad Clan Lord.

"Her words," she added apologetically, looking at Hazō.

Hazō nodded absently.

"I should have known," Kei said as the magnitude of her failure began to become apparent. "I should have factored Hazō's reputation into my persuasion. I should have anticipated that she would distrust claims of a grand, Leaf-saving mission from the treasonous megalomaniac–"

"No offence," Snowflake supplemented.

"–and overemphasise the irrationality of my loyalty to same. Of course she would assume that I permitted my love to blind me to the realities of the situation. Perhaps she even believes, not unfairly, that the need to protect you has led me to follow you beyond the point of reason. I should have been clearer. I should have been more convincing. I should have–"

"This was her agency," Tenten said. "Only hers."

The images washed over Kei, the nightmares returned to consume reality. The T&I catalogue available on request from the main office, come to life in Uchiha Itachi's hands. The blazing fire of the Sharingan that even Naruto had been unable to endure. The bloodthirsty madness of Hidan and the cold cruelty of the sealmaster who hollowed out shinobi to use as his puppets.

"It was my responsibility!" Kei exclaimed. "Were it not for me, she would be nothing to Akatsuki! She would be safe!"

Tenten shook her head.

"We chose not to be safe."

Kei's thoughts ground to a halt. "I beg your pardon?"

"Politics. Homophobia. Akatsuki. The un-Uplifted world," Tenten listed. "I knew your enemies. I knew being with you made them my enemies too. So did Miyuki."

She stepped closer to Kei.

"We could have chosen safer lives. No enemies. No lovers. Just us, alone, until we died."

"So it truly is my fault," Kei concluded. "I drew you into an entire world of danger where you did not belong, all out of my own selfishness."

"We chose," Tenten repeated. "Just like you chose to follow Hazō. I am here because of my own choices. Miyuki isn't, because of hers."

Kei stood silent. At least Tenten was safe. Miyuki would be abducted, likely tortured, possibly killed, but at least Tenten was safe. In the back of her mind, a vile, hideous voice whispered relief that at least it had not been the other way around. Kei quashed it as best she could.

"Can anything be done?" she asked Hazō, pleading. If there was ever a moment for his genius to save them…

"I'm sorry," he said. "With Tenten gone missing right after the others, there's no chance of Fujisawa getting away too if she hasn't already. Even Mari couldn't extract her from under that much surveillance."

"We don't know Akatsuki will kidnap and torture your girlfriend," Kagome said with an edge of desperation. "It's not like they know who she is. I barely know who she is. And they're all crazy lunatics with maybe a tenth of a brain between them. I'm sure they'll just overlook her."

"Do not comfort me like a child!" Kei snapped. "This was the entire reason for the envelope system. They were supposed to flee or stay together, because if one left, it guaranteed that the other would immediately come to Akatsuki's attention. Except apparently I failed even at that."

She closed her eyes. She did not wish to see the pity on their faces. Miyuki. Beautiful, indomitable, inventive, innocent Miyuki. Even if Hazō's staggering optimism was validated and they one day returned to Leaf as heroes, it would be too late.

"Please tell me about the mission," Tenten said eventually.

Of course. Kei had failed even to explain what she had asked them to risk everything for.

"Hazō has created a new sealing discipline," Kei began.

"Kei!" Hazō exclaimed.

Kei whirled around. "Hazō, if you believe that after everything that Tenten has sacrificed, I will allow her to be–"

"Excuse me," Snowflake interrupted. "I believe what Kei is attempting to say is that runecrafting is not a clan secret due to Orochimaru's possession of same"–without even knowing what runecrafting was capable of, Tenten gave her a look of utter horror–"nor is Tenten in any position to disclose it to anyone until its existence is in any case revealed by its large-scale deployment against Akatsuki."

"Even if it were a clan secret," Kei noted, "we are missing-nin. It would technically belong to Jin and the others, with ourselves being clanless thieves to be eliminated in order to protect it.

"More to the point, you will note that Tenten has chosen to be here, aligned with Akatsuki's primary target, and not, say, on the eastern continent where she could live in relative safety until our victory or defeat. She is a member of Operation Twilight now, and entitled to full disclosure."

"I concur," Snowflake said. "That said, if you believe that it is both desirable and physically possible to conceal runecrafting from Tenten for however many months while you are conducting regular prototype infusions in her immediate vicinity, and while Kagome, aware of every detail of your research, is also within her immediate vicinity, we can–"

"Fine," Hazō said, holding up his hands, "you win. Tenten, we're out here researching runes, which are three-dimensional seals with vastly more potential power than ordinary paper seals, with the specific goal of killing Akatsuki, on Naruto's orders."

Tenten nodded. "To prevent them from opening the rift?"

Hazō looked at Kei.

"Nothing about the rift race is classified," Kei said impatiently. "The existence of the rift is known to the senior members of all council clans, and doubtless to anyone they gossip with. All of the pieces have been not only available but in plain sight ever since Itachi blurted out Akatsuki's interest in dimensionalism research in front of the entire Clan Council and it emerged that you were the only person conducting same."

Hazō sighed. "That's right. They're planning to open the rift and bring back Pain from the afterlife, which would allow them to conquer the world. Considering Pain's the kind of man who called Hidan a friend and enabled his massacring tendencies, I don't intend to find out what he'd be like as a global dictator. We're going to wipe out Akatsuki, open the rift ourselves, and then rescue Akane, Jiraiya, and as many of Leaf's heroes as we can. Hopefully, all of that will be enough justification for Naruto to accept us as Leaf ninja again."

Tenten nodded again. "How can I help?"

After a pause that made it clear Hazō had no idea, Kei spoke in his place.

"We are missing-nin now. We will be hunted, not only by Akatsuki, but also by lesser threats, such as the hunter-nin of every village in the world aware that the creator of skywalkers is now fair game. We must be ready to hide, flee, or defend ourselves as necessary, above all protecting Hazō while he conducts his research. Kagome, please brief Tenten on bystander sealing safety at the earliest opportunity."

"I can do that," Kagome said enthusiastically. A younger Kei might have taken it for delight at acquiring a new target to inflict his obsessions on, as opposed to relief at finally having some way to engage with the complex and awkward situation he found himself in (and also delight at acquiring a new target to inflict his obsessions on).

"We should get going," Hazō said. "This is probably the last place in the world where anyone would cooperate with hunter-nin, but we can't say for certain that nobody saw us come down. We can figure out further logistics once Mari and the others join us tomorrow."

As Hazō handed Tenten a fresh set of skywalker seals, Kei took one last look back, towards Leaf and the girl she would never finish falling in love with.

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Interlude: Home Defense
Interlude: Home Defense

"Smith! Get out here!"

Master Ōshirō sighed. He jerked his chin at his apprentice and nodded towards the metal that the master had been working. Takatoshi set down the tools that he had been cleaning and hurried to take over the work of keeping the metal hot so that Master Ōshirō didn't lose all the work he had done.

The master smith emerged from his forge into the front room of his smithy. It wasn't open at the moment, meaning that Clan Lord Hagoromo had barged in past a sign saying "Closed".

"How may I help you, My Lord?" he said, bowing deeply.

"I need a new hold-out knife. That traitorous Gōketsu whelp destroyed mine a while back and I haven't been able to find anything already existing that met the same standard and I'm sick of carrying garbage. You're supposed to be the best smith around. How long will it take?" He paused for only a moment and then remembered to add, "Money doesn't matter." He pulled a heavy sack from his sleeve and dropped it on the table. It hit with a thunk that said it contained enough metal coin that you could use the bag to beat someone to death without half trying. He did not, however, push it across to Ōshirō. It was a demonstration, not a delivery.

So, this ass barged past a 'Closed' sign, acted rude, and now he was insulting Lord Gōketsu? Lord Gōketsu, who had saved Ōshirō when his forge burned down, who had given him zero-interest loans and generous profit rates on consignment selling where the sales were performed by skilled negotiators, far better that Ōshirō had ever managed on his own? The smith's income had more than doubled since he started working with the Gōketsu and he wasn't having to do all the bullshit parts that he hated. He usually didn't even have to take orders—one of the Gōketsu factors would come out periodically to check on his availability, with a list of potential commissions in hand. Ōshirō would choose the ones that looked interesting, the Gōketsu would be responsible for telling the losers that their commission wasn't able to be handled at this time and fob them off on some other smith. When the work was done another Gōketsu would swing by to pick it up and deliver it. Ōshirō only had to work with his beloved steel and leave all the annoying bits to someone else.

Ōshirō started to open his mouth to refuse, then smiled. There was a much better solution.

"It would be my honor to provide you with such a weapon, My Lord," he said, bowing deeply. "Although I fear I am backed up a bit at the moment. I have an order from another clan which is going to take some time." Meaning it would take Sagebedamned forever and this rich prick could dangle. If he was waiting on Ōshirō then he wouldn't go to another smith in the meantime.

"How long?"

Ōshirō shook his head regretfully. "It is difficult to say, My Lord. Perhaps three weeks? It depends. They have an extension clause such that if they like the work then they can expand the order a certain amount." Yes, the entirely hypothetical client could expand their entirely hypothetical order indefinitely.

"Hmph. Who is it? I can get you out of it."

"I apologize most profusely, My Lord." Deep bow, hold. "I ask your understanding that I can't give names of customers or details of their orders. Would you want me telling someone that I had made a holdout for you, or the size and shape of that blade, or where you keep it?"

"...I suppose not. Very well. I'll pick it up in three weeks."

"Respectfully, My Lord, three weeks is not the date that the blade will be ready. It is the earliest that I might be able to start on the piece, and even that is uncertain. It might be somewhat longer before I can begin."

"Hmph. Very well. How much?"

Oh no. You weren't getting out of here that easily. First let's waste a bit more of your time.

"I am certain the money will be of no object to you, Great Lord. Before we deal with that, why don't you tell me more precisely what you need? Blade shape and length, details of the hilt, and where you intend to keep it, if you please."

Suspicion lit the ninja's eyes. "Why do you need to know where I keep it?"

Ōshirō frowned. "Have the smiths you worked with in the past not asked? They failed you. Obviously, I will be providing the sheath and straps to go with the blade, and they must be set differently if you wish to keep it in at your wrist, ankle, shoulder, or elsewhere. Additionally, the blade itself must be perfect for its hiding place. For example, if you will wear it on the top of your wrist then the hilt must be designed not to catch on the bone, here." He tapped the protuberance on the outside of his left wrist. "If you wish a thicker blade then it will not be easily concealable on your wrist and should be worn at your neck, belly, or ankle. If you wish for—"

"Yes, yes, fine, fine. I want one like my father made for me, the one that pig Gōketsu destroyed. Here." He sketched it on the counter with his finger.

The price doubled at the words 'that pig Gōketsu' but outwardly Ōshirō only bowed. "Excellent, My Lord. Allow me to get some parchment and charcoal. We can design something more precise."

And then he would demand a truly eye-watering price, enough to make this asshole's brain explode.

o-o-o-o​

"—and then we got back," the visiting ninja was saying to the bedridden one as Ageha entered the room.

"No sign of the traitors, then?" the patient demanded. "Damn, I wish I had been able to go on the patrols. I always knew that anyone who would betray their original village would betray the Leaf. No trace of the Will of Fire in them."

Ageha's ears had pricked up at the word 'traitors'. The little shit had to be talking about the Gōketsu and that nonsense about them 'going missing'. Ha! As if Great Lord Gōketsu would go missing! The man had done more for the village than any other three clans. The idea that he could be lacking the Will of Fire was ludicrous. Either he had fallen in battle or he was on a secret mission or something. He definitely had not gone missing.

Ageha kept those thoughts locked away in the vault deep behind her eyes, the one that every civilian held. The one where they could hide all of their anger and hatred away from the light in a place arrogant ninja couldn't see.

Outwardly, she said only, "Good afternoon, honored ninja. I am Ageha, one of the civilian auxiliaries. I am here to take your lunch order, if you please." She extended the menu with both hands, holding a deep bow to prevent any risk of the ninja looking through her eyes and into the vault.

"What? Oh, yes." He took the menu from her and skimmed through it. "I'll have option four. Extra pickles."

"Yes, honored ninja." He would get his extra pickles, and also an extra helping of spit in his tea and a little snot mixed into his soup. Also, the chalkboard on the wall said that the attending nurse was Koruri; she was a KEI ninja and would likely be interested to hear about this rude man's comments.

It took only two minutes to find Koruri; the woman was starting her rounds and currently halfway down the ward, only three doors from SpitDrinker's room.

"Good evening, honored nurse," Ageha said, bowing until her back was parallel to the floor.

"Little mother, I've told you before, you don't need to do that," Koruri said with amusement. "You are old enough to be my grandmother. What did you want?"

"I wished to verify a food request, ma'am," Ageha said, keeping her eyes down. "The honored ninja in room seven. When I entered to take his dinner order he and his friend were having a conversation." She leaned just slightly on the final word before quickly moving on. "When they paused, I asked for his dinner order. He said he wanted option four, the beef teriyaki and vegetables, but I was to provide extra pickles. I wished to be certain that extra pickles would not interfere with his treatment."

Koruri's brow furrowed very slightly. Ageha had been working at the hospital forever; she knew perfectly well that extra pickles wouldn't interfere with the treatment for anyone who was allowed food. Food verifications like this were for when a patient requested sake, or extra spicy food that might be harmful to the digestion, or something with specific herbs that reacted poorly with some of the medications the hospital used in various cases. Pickles?

"You are most dutiful, little mother. If I may ask, was the conversation they were having in any way relevant to the patient's condition?"

"No, honored nurse. The patient was saying something about one of the clans...the Gōketsu, I believe, although he didn't mention them by name."

Koruri's face donned its professional mask, the one that prevented patients from becoming alarmed when things were going badly. If Ageha was bringing this to her then clearly the little shit had said rather more than how the Gōketsu enjoyed their tea.

Koruri's little sister, a civilian, had gone through the Gōketsu Educational Department's curriculum and thus she knew her numbers and letters. Knew her numbers rather better than most clan kids, if you were being honest. Chisato was mad for numbers, learning everything she could get her hands on. More than that, she had read poetry and maps and histories. She had read enough that she might have trouble finding a husband, but Koruri could not bring herself to disapprove. The light in Chisato's face every time she came home from the GED made lamps unnecessary.

"Oh, interesting," she said, in a tone that indicated she was only being polite and didn't really care. "What was he saying?"

"I do not wish to be seen to carry tales, honored nurse," Ageha said with another deep bow. "I suspect he will be more than happy to speak energetically about the Gōketsu if asked." The slight and completely deniable twist to the word 'energetically' indicated that it would not be a positive energy.

Koruri smiled. "Ah, very wise. I should not be asking for gossip, little mother. Thank you for reminding me. Now that I think about it, I do remember noticing some perturbations in the patient's gut the last time I scanned him." Perturbations that would absolutely be there after she spent a few minutes 'checking him over'. "It's probably nothing but could indicate an imbalance in his bile, in which case spicy foods could be a problem. In fact, why don't you tell the kitchen to note him down as on restricted diet. Marshweed only, boiled for no less than thirty minutes. No salt in his diet, no spices."

Marshweed was easy to digest and very healthy but it tasted like a skunk that had rolled in a midden before dying and rotting in the sun for a few weeks. And if you boiled it for thirty minutes it fell apart into a glutinous green mass that looked and felt like snot.

"Thank you for the instruction, honored nurse," Ageha said, bowing deeply but allowing the angry little smile to remain on her face just long enough for Koruri to see it as she straightened up. "I shall pass it on to the chef immediately."

o-o-o-o​

"To seeing the backside of those Gōketsu fuckers!" Motoyoshi shouted, his words clear despite the fresh glow in his cheeks from the shots of sake he had already downed.

His three friends hoorahed and raised their glasses high, clinking them together and then slamming them back.

Pouring a drink a few drunks down the bar, Daiji forced himself not to frown as his professionally-sharp ears caught the words. Motoyoshi was a clan ninja, Daiji was a civilian. Expressing disapproval was not going to go well for the bartender, not even with the protection of the Soggy Tag's owner. Sure, Motoyoshi might get banned from the bar but Daiji would still be in hospital.

"Toldja they weren't real Leaf," one of Motoyoshi's friends said. Daiji didn't recognize him; he wasn't wearing a crest but he carried himself like clan. "Not a flicker of the Will of Fire in any of 'em. Lord First would be ashamed that they ever poisoned our soil with their feet. Kampai!" He slammed back the last of his sake, went to pour another, and found the bottle empty. "More, more, more!" He started drumming rhythmically on the bar with both hands, an annoying pursuit that his friends immediately joined.

"Of course, gentlemen," Daiji said, hurrying over. "It sounds like you're celebrating."

"Damn righ'!" said the third friend, a Hyūga that Daiji didn't recognize. "Those Gōke'su fuckers 're gone! Betrayed us all. Ran off, the whole lot of 'em. Including that smarmy lil git at their head. Fuckin' asshole." He turned to his friends. "Attacked me one time, y'know? Completely unprovoked. We had a big conference, all the sealmasters. He walks in and jumps me. Sucker punched me with no warning."

"That's not what I heard, Makito," Motoyoshi said, wagging a finger and grinning. "You put your hand on him and he locked you up."

"Didn't happen! He sucker punched me!"

"Ahhhh!" the second friend said, noogying Hyūga in the shoulder. "He beat you hand-to-hand? What a chump you are! Can't believe you lost to a traitor, Makito!" He leaned in close. "D'you think it's true that he ran off because Lady Yamanaka caught him cheating on her?"

"Probably with his cat," Hyūga grumbled. "Always looked like a guy who would fuck cats."

"Gentlemen, looks like your bottle needs a refill," Daiji said, coming up from under the bar where he had been prepping. Honestly, it was nice to have polite customers once in a while. Sure, they were ninja and therefore assholes. Sure, they were drunk and therefore even worse assholes. Sure, they were shoveling muck on the back of the man who had given Daiji's family a house when theirs was destroyed in the Collapse, ensuring that they didn't freeze to death. Still, at least they had kept yammering and ignoring him long enough for him to finish spiking their drinks.

"Yes!" Motoyoshi said, waving his empty glass high. A half dozen other patrons were clamoring for drinks farther down the bar. "Another bottle!"

"Here you go," Daiji said, sliding a bottle across the bar to each of them. The men looked surprised, clearly having expected a single bottle to split. "Your stamps, please?" He held the board out in front of them. It was a clever innovation, invented right here at the Soggy Tag: patrons never had to open their purses. Instead, when they came through the door they chose a stamp from the bucket and signed themselves in with their name and the stamp to show which they were using. From then on, each drink came with a tab board covered in wax. The server marked down what you had ordered and you pressed your stamp into the wax next to the mark. At the end of the night, you settled up. It saved a lot of time, and it meant that people weren't thinking about how much they were spending.

These three certainly weren't thinking about the fact that Daiji had just handed them each a large bottle of the most expensive sake in the house. They also probably weren't thinking about the possibility that he might have spiked their drinks with the grain alcohol that the bar used for cleaning the counters. Not enough to leave them blind, but enough to get them good and hammered. Worst case, he could keep pushing drinks on them until they were bled dry of coin. Best case, they got drunk enough to start a fight and get banned from the Tag for a month, or forever if this was a second offense. (The possibility that they might end up dead from the fight wasn't likely. It would be nice, but fights in the Tag were rarely lethal.)

The three ninja glanced back and forth, none of them wanting to be the ones to look cheap by saying that they had only wanted one bottle to share. Daiji held the board with a bland expression until all three of them pressed their stamp to the wax.

"Kampai, gentlemen!" he said, before hurrying off to the next patron.





Author's Note: One of our delightful players recently approached me about writing a commission. (I shall leave it up to them if they wish to raise their hand.) They wanted something sweet and healing showing the difference that Uplift had made in Leaf, and they suggested civilians defending the now-missing Gōketsu. I had intended to do this as a separate item from the chapter but it took me until late afternoon to get the gumption together to sit down and write, which is a good sign that I don't have the juice to write an actual chapter. Plus, I was pretty confident even yesterday that I wasn't going to have it; it's been a bad day for a couple of days and I'm finally starting to get past it but I'm not completely out yet. Put all this together and it dawned on me that I could shirk my responsibilities write an interlude instead of a chapter (hopefully one that people would enjoy) and also satisfy my new commission! Woot, everybody wins!

It's way too late now for me to run this past my UK-living co-QMs, so I will say that my intent is for it to be canon and I doubt that will be an issue but it might get reverted to omake status if there's an issue I didn't think of. Also, note that the timespan of this update is not specified; it might be a few days or a few weeks. It doesn't advance the timeline from the players' perspective so it doesn't matter.

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Chapter 671: Team Uplift Traditions

They didn't talk again until they were safely away from the clearing and back at their temporary base. Kagome-sensei went off to check the perimeter and Kei and Snowflake to gather the portion of their supplies they'd set aside for Tenten's use (and to silently reintegrate Fujisawa's), leaving Hazō momentarily alone with Tenten.

Hazō remembered his first time going missing. Even years since, he remembered his first and simultaneously endless footfalls down a one-way path, with murderous hunter-nin snapping at the squad's heels and no hope of return even if he did everything right. He remembered the constant, acute awareness that he was now the village's number one enemy; that through no fault of his own, he was now hated, hunted, and doomed to kill or die if he ever ran into his old comrades. How long had it taken him to accept his new way of life? How long before he was able to look beyond pure survival and find the new purpose that he'd eventually name Uplift? Could he have done it on strength of will alone, without constant support from Mari, who'd taken being a missing-nin in stride exactly as if she'd been planning for it from the start, and normalised what would otherwise have been a constant state of heart-rending abandonment and betrayal?

Hazō was the leader now. It was his responsibility to manage the transition for the people in his care, and none more than Tenten, who would actually have been betrayed by her village and forced to flee for her life, only she'd run in advance, making her the betrayer.

"Tenten," he said, putting all the warmth into his voice that he could, "thank you. Really. I've been where you are, more or less, and I get what it must have cost you to leave Leaf with nothing to go on but Kei's words on a piece of paper."

"I was prepared," Tenten said, with gentle denial.

Hazō blinked. "You… were? Kei can't have warned you about the mission. If she knew why we might have to run, then she knew OPSEC would make the difference between life and death."

Tenten shook her head.

"Kei talks about you all the time," she said. "I listen. One day, you'd make her choose between you and Leaf. I needed to choose too."

"Oh," Hazō said after a moment to absorb this. He found himself intensely curious to know what kind of things Kei said about him, especially if they'd led an uninvolved third party to reach that conclusion, but this wasn't the time–and besides, he doubted Tenten was in any hurry to have an extended verbal conversation (even if she'd apparently made stunning progress under Kei's tutelage).

"Still," he said, "it's enormous that you made that choice, no matter how long you had to think. I never got a choice, and I'm almost glad for it when I think about how difficult it must have been for you."

"I learned from the Nara," Tenten said with a small smile. "Kei on one side. Then Snowflake too. Everything else on the other. It…"

She paused to find the right words.

"It hurt, but… it wasn't hard. You choose the side that weighs more."

Huh.

Yeah, it was kind of like that, wasn't it? Hazō had left Ino back in Leaf, even knowing that he'd probably broken her heart, and he might not be able to reverse that just by eventually proving he'd had a good reason. (He'd managed to win Akane back once just by fixing his mistakes, but Akane was Akane, and miracles like her didn't happen twice.) He'd left behind Gaku, Atomu, Honoka, Sasha, and a dozen other Gōketsu who meant something to him when he remembered they existed. He'd left behind hundreds of civilians who'd placed their lives in his hands. He'd left behind projects, aspirations, and ambitions. He'd left behind a torn but apparently salvageable bond with Shikamaru and a potential friendship with Naruto that kept failing to click. He could keep listing people and things he'd lost all day and never run out.

He also didn't question for a second whether he'd made the right decision.

If Hazō ever turned out to be wrong, it was because there had been a more efficient, more reliable option for accomplishing his goals and he'd been too tunnel-visioned to see it. The notion that he'd chosen the wrong goals to begin with was abstract, meaningless, something for future historians to argue about when they had nothing better to do.

Apparently, Tenten was like that too, only her goal was Kei–and once she decided Kei outweighed everything else, it didn't matter that the everything else was also precious and worth giving up her life for.

"The rest of us will make sure we're worthy of your trust," Hazō said. "I promise you that. We won't let you regret your decision.

"I don't think there's much I can add right now. Welcome to Team Uplift, Tenten. Now, I've got a bunch of new seals to scribe, so I'll let Kei take point on helping you customise your loadout, and then there are…" he trailed off when he realised Tenten wasn't listening.

"Tenten?"

Kei appeared beside her. "Ah," she said sheepishly, "this is embarrassing. Hazō, I suspect that over the course of our relationship, I may have given Tenten the impression that, my bond with her aside, there is nothing more"–she looked away for a moment–"nothing more important to my existence than Team Uplift and my place within it. The notion of being included in this most crucial part of my life, from which she was naturally barred as an outsider and expected to be so forever, is perhaps a touch overwhelming."

"..." Tenten added, her face somehow conveying the most exotic mixture of shock, joy, more shock, unease, disorientation, hope, and some extra shock in case anyone missed it the first and second times round.

"You may need to work on the banter," Hazō said with deadpan seriousness, "but you've already checked off the treason, family loyalty, Uplift compatibility, complicated love life, and 'being prepared for me to cause trouble' requirements. All you need now is a distinctive special interest and–"

Tenten tapped her shuriken holster meaningfully.

"–welcome aboard," Hazō concluded.

Kei hugged Tenten, Tenten recovered enough to hug her back, and with that, a fragment of guilt that Hazō hadn't even known he had suddenly melted away.

-o-​

"That's a problem," Hazō said.

"It's a problem, yep," Kagome-sensei agreed. "But hey, the rift is closed!"

At least that was true. Years ago, the bladehorrors, Hazō-imitating monstrosities of razor-sharp steel, had sprung from a rift that looked like a shimmering piece of dark metal in this spot. Now, there was no sign of that metal hovering in the air. That was good.

Unfortunately, Hazō could see the rift's former site. Granite rubble surrounded the old foundations of the box, which varied between a couple inches and a couple feet, all connected by the smooth cuts of a razor edge rather than the jagged fractures of intense force. That was bad.

"So, the bladehorrors got out of the box, and then did… what?" Hazō asked.

Kagome-sensei shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Probably terrorized the nearby everything. It's been years, so the rift closed up, and if the critters are still running around, they're gonna be so spread out that we won't get swarmed. Someone else's problem. Probably."

"It was a good thing we moved camp immediately, then," Hazō said. "I hope everyone remembers where this is."

"That was a good idea you had," Kagome-sensei said. "Checking the team for genjutsu from that cheating-eyeball stinker. Hope they don't get annoyed at needing to run four more hours to meet us."

"It should work out," Hazō said. "I'll run back tomorrow and drop Canvass off to greet them. If she smells followers, she'll dispel and I'll know immediately. Otherwise, she can lead them along my trail."

"Can the stinker genjutsu Canvass?"

"I… I don't think so. Itachi probably wouldn't know how to replicate her sense of smell exactly, and she'd probably notice the slightest mistake, right? She's smelled most of those people before. But…" Hazou hesitated. "I can't say for sure when the Sharingan is involved."

Kagome-sensei scowled and muttered something threatening about the eyeball cheaters. Hazō decided to let his sensei stew. Within a couple hours, he'd probably come up with a half-dozen potential improvements to their contact plan to keep the team safe. Instead, Hazō started the slow process of erecting walls and creating Substitution target chains so he could approach the rift to inspect it.

o-o-o​

"I told you, boy, I don't have any interest in swearing any oaths at my age, least of all to you!" Fukasaku said. "And even if I did tie my soul into a knot for a squirming tadpole of a human, I damn well wouldn't be promising absolute secrecy for something you haven't even told me yet!"

"It's important," Hazō said. "Really, truly important. Not just for my safety and for Noburi's, which are both true, but for the fate of the world."

"And I don't give a flying flea! I'd sooner take an oath to tell everyone. I'll keep it quiet if I want, but I won't be swearing a thing."

Hazō swore (as in, profanely) internally. He really needed the Toad Sages to make the oath so that Akatsuki wouldn't somehow be able to cut through the Toads to get at Hazō and his team, but they were too obstinate. Fukasaku was, at least, and Shima was apparently out and about running errands.

"Fine," Hazō said. "But I'll want you to swear that you'll keep it a secret after I tell you."
"Fat chance, boy."

Hazō grit his teeth. "You'll see. So, this is about the rift on O'uzu-"

"I knew it!" Fukasaku said. "Skip all the bullshit, I don't want you explaining it all to me a third time."

"Well, Akatsuki finally came by Leaf asking about me, and I can't let them find me and discover runecrafting. I'm going missing from Leaf so that I can keep developing runes to oppose them, to try to stop them from gaining control over the rift and resurrecting Pain."

"Hmph. Leaf seemed like a nice place. That Hiruzen fellow was quite polite. You could learn a thing or two from him."

"He's dead, sir," Hazō said. "Though not for long, if all goes well."

Fukasaku scowled. "Right. Your damn rift. If these other schmucks are taking it seriously, then maybe there's something to it."

"Exactly. Plus, I'm not betraying Leaf, you know. I'm not breaking any of my oaths. This is really in Leaf's best interests. Here, take a look at this," Hazō said, handing over Naruto's carefully written letter instructing Hazō to go missing.

Fukasaku took the letter and frowned, then brandished it back at Hazō.

"Bah! I hate reading your ugly human script," Fukasaku said. "It's fine when there's an elegant poet or a genius ninjutsu designer penning beautiful scrolls, but the rest of the time it's nastier than pondscum in August. Well, I don't care about your damned letters any more than I care about the damned oaths you think I should take. Any polite visitor would speak their demands to my face, instead of foisting off the responsibility to ink and paper."

"Right, sir, I'm sorry," Hazō said, the Iron Nerve keeping any irritation at the Toad Sage's frankly unreasonable outburst off his face. "The letter…"

The letter revealed a critical secret – that Hazō was going missing at Naruto's request. Hazō going missing could damn his family in Leaf, his clan, to Akatsuki's torture, but this secret was bigger. If Akatsuki knew that Naruto had ordered this, they could burn Leaf to the ground.

And Itachi or Kisame might come visit the Toad Sages to ask about Hazō and Noburi, both of whom had been known to interact with the Toad Sages. And the Toad Sages wouldn't take any oaths on Hazō's behalf. The Toad Sages were strong, and they wouldn't be as easy for Itachi to coerce as Naruto had been (and for all Kei's words, Hazō was still irritated with the boy Hokage who apparently had all the willpower of a particularly recalcitrant peanut), but if they leaked word to Akatsuki that Hazō's plan was anything less than a total betrayal of Leaf, it could spell the village's end.

Besides, Fukasaku didn't seem to particularly mind that he'd betrayed Leaf anyway. The Toad Sage liked Leaf, but he'd only had one truly loyal summoner in Jiraiya. He'd get over it.

"The letter wasn't very important," Hazō said, finally. "I'm sorry for wasting your time, sir."

"Don't just say it. Act like it by leaving me alone," Fukasaku said. "Is there something important happening, or are you finally going to take your dogs and get out of here?"

"Uchiha Itachi," Hazō said. "He's a Sharingan user and extremely skilled with genjutsu, to the point that he can outright puppeteer people. He was the one to visit Leaf, and might have suspected that I'd go missing. If so, he might have hit Noburi with a genjutsu to make him think that he wasn't being monitored, then followed after him to find me. When Noburi reverse summons to Gamadai, can you check him over for genjutsu, and if he's clear, tell him to meet us by the bladehorror rift?"

Fukasaku thought about it for a second. "Sure. 'Bladehorror rift,' huh? It's a little annoying to head down to Gamadai, but we can do it once. And if there's one thing me and Ma know forwards and backwards, it's genjutsu. Can't let the Crow Summoner be fooling our clan's summoner when he's on important business. Now, if that's all, get out of here."

o-o-o​

Hazō heard the team coming before he saw Canvass' mottled gray-brown coat break out of the forest's thorny underbrush – mostly through the occasional sound of a branch snapping as the much larger Noburi struggled to follow the dog and the pair of jōnin he'd found himself with.

Canvass hadn't dispelled herself, so she hadn't noticed anything amiss, right? Hazō waved to Mari, Yuno, and Noburi from behind the walls of Kagome's improvised fortress while his Earth Clone went out to ask them for recognition codes. If they were careful, Canvass should have smelled any ground-based pursuer, and what sort of aerial pursuer would have followed Noburi's team for so long? Any Leaf patrol would long since have attacked, and even Akatsuki… well, the Toad Sages apparently hadn't noticed anything wrong with Noburi. So they were safe. There was no one following them.

The earth clone raised its orange flag ("Use orange and blue, so in case the stinker uses a genjutsu on the earth clone, he won't know which one is the good one," Kagome-sensei had said), and Hazō wasted no time leaping over the walls and following the safe path out to meet the team, Kagome, Kei, and the newly-Uplift Tenten close on his heels.

He reached the edge of the trap perimeter and opened his mouth to call out, only to have the breath taken out of him as Mari accelerated in a streak of red to grab him in a hug.

After a moment, he closed his arms around her back and felt that knot of uncertainty in the back of his mind finally relax.

"I'm glad you're safe," she said, breaking the hug and stepping away from him. Hazō looked, but her eyes were dry.

"I should be saying the same thing," Hazō said. "We've just been waiting in seal fortresses in anonymous parts of the wilderness. That's the safest thing ever. You're the one that had to flee the village of Hyuuga and Inuzuka."

And then Mari was behind him, kicking his knee forward to bend him over so she could ruffle his hair.

"Also, dammit Hazō! I was having Yumenori prepare me a hundred different perfumed baths, all sealed up at exactly the perfect temperature, but you called right before she finished and now I don't have any perfumed baths at all!"

"That's what you're worried about?" Hazō said, bending lower to get her hands off his hair and ducking away. "I'm sure we can heat some water with some nice plants in it for you, Mari."

Mari barely quirked her lips and glanced at Noburi and Yuno for an instant. Right. Mari was trying to lighten the mood, but Noburi and Yuno had both had deep social connections in Leaf, futures that they were looking forward to, and that Hazō had now yanked away from them (for very good reasons!). Noburi trusted Hazō, but Yuno… Well, for better or worse, Hazō's strongest connection with her was their shared religion, and he wasn't sure if he should leverage it to win her approval or forgiveness.

"Well," she said, as Noburi and Yuno came into earshot, "Noburi has already given us the run-down, so we can skip the whole 'What the hell, Hazō?' part of this reunion."

"What!?" Noburi exclaimed. "Why would we skip that? It's the best part! What the hell, Hazō?"

"What the hell, Hazō?" Mari agreed.

"What the hell, Hazō?" Hazō heard Kei say from behind him.

"I thought it was pretty reasonable," Kagome-sensei said. "Gotta get away from the Akatsuki stinkers."

"What the hell, Hazō?" Tenten said.

Yuno looked back and forth between everyone, confused.

Noburi took a step to her side and reached around her shoulder with one arm, gesturing at Hazō.

Yuno hesitated. "What the hell, Hazō?" she finally said, slowly.

Mari and Noburi cheered, Tenten smiled, and Hazō sighed.

"A fascinating pack tradition, summoner," Canvass said, looking back and forth between the various parties. "Try to get me something good to track next time, okay? If that's all…" the bloodhound disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"Seriously though, I think it's not as bad as last time," Hazō said. "Materially, we have far more resources."

"True," Mari said. "It'll be pretty much impossible for hunter-nin to find us if we play it smart. Still, we also know the mission you're set on, and I, for one, will be planning for failure. Even if Akatsuki doesn't kill us, it's probably the woods for the rest of our lives.

"But!" she quickly said, realizing how morose her words had turned the mood in an instant, "on the flip side, we're free of all the expectations and bullshit that came from being in the village. I for one am looking forward to never seeing a metal-bearded asshole again except in a context where I can kill him."

"Speaking of which," Hazō said, "I have some ideas of things we can do now that we're freed from the village's rules. But first, let's get some distance away from this place that we haven't exactly kept secret."

o-o-o​

"You want to what!?" Noburi exclaimed.

Hazō heard Tenten making some vaguely-choking-like sound behind him. This wasn't exactly the reaction he'd expected.

"I want to teach everyone shadow clone," Hazō said. "We're missing-nin anyway, and it's the single most powerful technique we have, except maybe the Summoning Technique. It's non-elemental, so everyone can and should learn it."

He glanced at Tenten, who looked vaguely horrified. She didn't say anything, but she was apparently still too loyal of a Leaf ninja to grab a free albeit treasonous power-up. Whatever, she'd come around.

"I want to learn it!" Kagome-sensei said. "Teach me!"

"Absolutely," Hazō said. "In fact, I can teach everyone who wants to now. It'll just take a couple-"

"Hold on," Noburi said, pulling his barrel off his back and holding it out towards Kagome. "Kagome, dip your hand in my barrel for a second."

Kagome blinked, then stepped over and dipped his hand in the barrel.

"You don't have enough chakra," Noburi said instantly. "I think you have less than when Hazō learned the technique, and even that was low enough that Lord Seventh barely felt comfortable teaching him. The technique is supposed to kill you if you don't have enough chakra, so you should really train your reserves before you try."

"It will in fact instantly kill you if you don't have the chakra to form the number of clones you try to make," Hazō said, holding back a grimace as he saw Kagome-sensei's face fall. He should have thought of this – Kagome-sensei was a sealmaster and a trapmaker, not a ninjutsu specialist. "Don't worry, Kagome-sensei. Train your reserves for a few weeks or months, then I'll teach you as soon as Noburi says it's okay."

"Fine," Kagome said.

"Will you be learning it, Yuno?" Hazō asked.

The axemistress considered, then nodded. "I think it would be wise. My chakra reserves are larger than yours. There is no downside to knowing the technique, is there?"

In fact, Snowflake had raised a number of philosophical objections to spreading the technique widely (and increasing the risk that it got spread even wider, if ever the group was separated or captured), but she'd ultimately been overruled. Shadow clones were really too valuable to pass up.

"Not really. And you, Noburi?"

"You know I want to," Noburi said immediately. "But I don't know if it's safe yet with my bloodline, I never got a straight answer out of Kabuto, and I never bothered asking Tsunade. Now I guess I never will."

"If you want to learn it, you need to make the choice," Hazō said. "No more relying on anyone. It's up to you."

Noburi thought about it.

"Not yet," he said finally. "Working with Tsunade taught me a lot about how bloodline research works, and I think I could try to figure out for myself if it's safe or not. I probably won't be able to tell for sure, but I'll at least be able to take a pretty good guess. And like you said, the Shadow Clone Technique is worth it. If gaining the technique means I can skip risking my death at some other point in the future, then it's worth a little risk now, right?"

"Computing which side of the tradeoff is favorable requires more detailed information on probabilities and frequencies of risks," Kei said. "In general principle, I would recommend against attempting the technique unless you are absolutely certain you can cast it safely."

"No such thing as absolute certainty, sis," Noburi said. "Not when working with bodies and bloodlines. But I'll see how close I can get."

Hazō turned to Tenten, raising an eyebrow.

She shook her head.

Hazō sighed. "Just you then, Yuno?"

"I do not know when I will get the time to train the technique," Yuno said, "not when there are other more immediately compelling ninjutsu to train, such as the Strength of the Storm technique you acquired from Orochimaru. Still, it is probably better that I learn the basics sooner than later."

"So be it," Hazō said. "Let's find a nice place to sit, and we can go through the basics."

o-o-o​

"Hey, is that what I think it is?" Noburi asked.

Yuno pivoted to focus her telescope down at where her husband was pointing. After a couple of seconds, she locked onto what he was pointing at.

"That does look like a zigzag streak of red in the wall," she said. Immediately, she started scanning her telescope back and forth. "And look, I think I see a square shape in that pile of stones there. That must be the building foundation that Hazō mentioned."

Noburi followed her gaze, then took a step to snake his hand around her waist. "Good eye! I love how observant you are."

Somehow, despite the fact that they were spending all day out on skywalkers underneath the blazing summer sun, Yuno managed to turn a shade redder.

Yuno turned to Noburi. "Shall we-" she stopped as he leaned in for a kiss. She leaned back for a second, realized there wasn't a single living thing for miles, then relaxed to accept his kiss.

"Shall we go report to Hazō that we found Orochimaru's chakra-enhancing cave?" she said, once Noburi released her.

"Let's," Noburi said. "And let's get some of the ice out of the storage scrolls to beat the desert heat. At least we'll be able to come here after nightfall now."

"I wonder what we'll find in there," Yuno said as they turned to head back to the skybase.

"I don't know, but I'm looking forward to exploring it with you."



Many thanks to @Velorien for the initial Tenten scene!

Kei has taken charge of reading Tenten into Team Uplift's handtalk, combat codes, strategies, etc. Tenten already has Flame Aura, but doesn't train or use it much, as she believes it is too dangerous to be worth it for a ranged-weapons user.

Noburi will work with a few summons to set up an information-isolated enclave on the Seventh Path, but the Toads are far less cooperative than the Dogs or Arachnids, so Noburi will probably only be able to maintain one such site. Still, he expects Gamabunta will be willing to spread the message to Akatsuki, if only to piss off Jiraiya's killers.

Hazō preps the four rift runes as described by Orochimaru via Naruto. Setting aside Orochimaru's uncharacteristic generosity in sharing this information with Naruto for basically no reason or benefit, Hazō gets the following difficulty results:
  • Rift-opening rune: Hazō thinks this rune is well within his capabilities.
  • Rift-unanchoring rune: Hazō thinks he could maybe do this rune.
  • Rift-kicking rune: Hazō thinks he could maybe do this rune.
  • Rift-attractor rune: Hazō thinks this rune is beyond his capabilities.
As a result of studying the bladehorror rift, Hazō is confident that he could develop runes that would work with either the bladehorror or the O'uzu rifts by using the bladehorror rift as a testing site for his research.

This update covered 7 days: 1 day studying the rift, 1 day after reuniting with the team for them to rest off their intense long-distance run, 3 days to run to the mountains in western Wind Country where Orochimaru's magic-chakra-water-cave-place is marked on your map, then 2 days of aerial + telescope searching to find the landmarks and eventually the cave mouth.

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Interlude: Noburi and Tsunade, Sitting in...er, Doing Research Together in a Completely Appropriate Manner

"Ma'am, how did you do that?"

The greatest medic-nin in the world glanced at her protégé her research partner her colleague Noburi with a frown.

"Do what?"

Noburi gestured at the still-warm corpse on the table. Ten minutes ago this had been Tanaka Osamu, a 19-year-old warehouse worker. He had fallen from a loft in the warehouse and shattered his everything. He had been rushed to Leaf General where Tsunade had done everything that she and her staff could to put his shattered spine, punctured lung, fractured skull, and depressed brain back together, but no one ever imagined that it would be possible. The only meaningful thing she was able to do for him was to ensure that his death was not pointless, that he would contribute to someone else not dying in the future by helping with her and Noburi's research.

"You didn't move your fingers when you opened him up."

She lifted her hands from the body and held them out, palms up. Tiny bursts of medical chakra rose from her fingertips and transformed, becoming hooks and wedges and blades. They roamed around her hand, changing size and shape and angle as she willed.

"Scalpels to part the flesh, retractors to open it," she said as though it were nothing. "Fun party trick. And yes"—she turned her right hand over and made a fist; the chakra migrated around to her knuckles, growing to form finger-length blades—"I have used it to turn an enemy's internals to mulch. Punch, spin the blades around inside them, move on to the next target. Now, if we could come back to the research?"

"Yes, ma'am." He turned back to the corpse but couldn't help but ask, "Did you use that on the Dragons?"

"Nah," she said absently, casually spreading her hands to split Osamu's sternum down the center and open his chest like a flower. "They were too big for the blades. I used medical chakra to create a tunnel down to its organs, then channeled the force of my attack down the tunnel. Punched it from the inside where it's squishier."

Noburi nodded, eyes slightly wide as he suddenly understood the length of the path that led from his current ninja status to the heights of possible achievement. For that matter, was Tsunade even at the peak? Was there a peak, or could ninja simply get stronger indefinitely? If so, how strong must the Third have been? When the team first met him he had seemed like such a friendly old grandfather. His aura when they annoyed him had made clear that he was...more, yet still he must have been holding back so much.

He swallowed and forced himself to focus on the body in front of him as Tsunade submerged it in the pre-prepared bath. He dipped his hand in and found that, as expected, there were still very faint traces of chakra lingering in the corpse. So faint that he probably wouldn't have noticed them two years ago before he achieved mastery over his bloodline.

He cursed himself for using the word 'mastery', even in his own thoughts, immediately after seeing how much farther there was to go as a ninja.

"Well?" Tsunade said. "Hurry up and do your thing."

"Yes, ma'am," Noburi said, beginning to push chakra into the corpse's unbeating heart.

o-o-o-o​

Noburi entered the lab and frowned at the dire rabbit on the table. Tsunade had captured its bladed ears in one leather-gauntleted hand and had the other resting lightly on its neck. The rabbit's head was twitching and its ears were struggling but its body was utterly slack from Tsunade's hand downwards.

"What are we doing today, ma'am?"

"Alternate sensing medium. Cut its side open, stick your finger in, see if you can sense its chakra through the blood."

"My...my bloodline really only works with water, ma'am."

She sniffed. "That's what they taught you as a toddler and a wet-behind-the-ears genin. Doesn't mean it's true. Clans always keep their best secrets back until you're old enough to keep them secret. Now hurry up."

Noburi swallowed and picked up the scalpel.

o-o-o-o​

"The patient in room four is ready for you, ma'am," said Doctor Kurusu, holding out the patient's chart.

Tsunade took the chart and flicked through it, eyes scanning back and forth with trained speed. "Conscious?" she asked, not looking up.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Mild fever, wet cough, aches, tiredness," she muttered. "Damp lung, like we thought. Sounds like we caught it early." She glanced over at Noburi. "You sure about this, kid? I'd think you'd need more of the spirits to be present before you can sense them."

"I'm not sure, ma'am. My thinking with this experiment is that we compare between patients at different stages of illness. I'm sure we'll get someone else in soon who is farther along. It's the season."

"You're not wrong, I suppose. Still, I'm still not completely sold on your ability to kill the spirits with chakra drain but not hurt the patient."

Noburi shrugged. "I can't promise that I can kill the spirits, ma'am, but I can promise that I won't hurt the patient. I've put many patients out without hurting them."

"If there's nothing else, ma'am?" Doctor Kurusu asked, his voice studiously polite. "With your permission, I would like to go back to rounds."

"Yeah, fine." The doctor started to turn away but she caught his arm as she remembered something. "You asked the patient for consent, right?"

"Ma'am?"

Her eyes narrowed. "You asked the patient for consent to be used in medical experiments, right?"

"Ma'am...he's a civilian."

The hand that wasn't holding Doctor Kurusu's arm tightened into a fist, green chakra flickering around it. The hand that was holding his arm must have tightened as well because the doctor went to his knees, crying out in pain as the mountain surged into reality around them, its weight crushing down on everyone within thirty feet. Two nurses staggered and the civilian auxiliary sitting at the intake desk slipped out of her chair.

Tsuande closed her eyes and breathed, forcibly dragging her soul back into its cage the way the owner of a vicious dog pulls it away from its victim.

After a moment she managed to get herself under control again. She lifted Doctor Kurusu back to his feet with punctilious care.

"Doctor Kurusu," she said in a voice that was far too calm. "This is the second time I have had to speak to you about your attitude towards civilian patients. Please take me literally when I say that if there is a third time, I will rip your head off, spit in your neck, and throw your body over the wall of your family's compound. You are free to retire from your position and never practice medicine or use medical chakra again, but if you wish to continue as a medic-nin in Leaf, you will treat all patients, ninja or civilian, with the same degree of respect. If you do not, we are going to have that third time. Am I completely understood?"

The doctor clenched his teeth, visibly restraining himself from saying anything stupid about how powerful and important the Kurusu clan was. Lady Tsunade was the Lady of the Senju clan, grandaughter of the village's founder, Slug Princess, Sannin, the medic who had trained essentially Leaf's entire medical corps, who had saved the lives of multiple Clan Heads and their children, and a former Hokage. She reigned supreme in the medical sphere. In anything related to medicine, this hospital, or its staff, she could do whatever she wanted and not even the current Hokage would so much as wag a finger at her.

"You are understood, ma'am," he said.

"Good. Go get those stress fractures patched up, then get back to your rounds."

o-o-o-o​

"Ma'am?" Noburi had to clear his throat before he could continue. Nervousness had rendered it dry as expired travel jerky.

"Yeah?" Tsunade didn't look up from where she was going through the records of their latest experiment.

"I wanted to ask...um...I wanted to ask if there is anything combat-oriented that you would be willing to teach me? Either based on my bloodline or in general."

She finally looked up. "I thought you wanted to learn how to heal?"

"Medics still get deployed in wartime, ma'am, and I have trouble believing that we'll never see another war, even with this new AMITY thing."

She chewed on that for a moment. "You insisted we set a stop date and I don't want to waste research time teaching you non-medical stuff, but we can look into some weaponization possibilities."

"Thank you, ma'am. Lord Orochimaru said that it was possible he could teach me to manifest chakra scalpels through my Water Whip jutsu?"

She laughed. "'Lord' Orochimaru? Jiraiya would have laughed his ass off if he heard you call Oro that."

Noburi smiled weakly. "With respect ma'am, Jiraiya's not here and Lord Orochimaru is scary. A little bit of politeness seems like a good idea."

"Eh." She shrugged one shoulder. "I suppose. Dunno about the scalpels in particular, but the idea of manifesting medical chakra through your jutsu is interesting." She rubbed her jaw thoughtfully. "That whip thing...two, three yards long, right?"

"Variable ma'am. I've made it up to four yards in combat; I haven't tried to go longer but I might be able to."

"Suppose we had a bunch of operating tables lined up. You think you could lay the whip across multiple patients and use your bloodline on all of them at once? Keep them all sedated or whatever?"

"Absolutely. Splitting my drain is no problem. The Whip would need to be made from actual water though. Can't drain through a construct."

"I wonder...you can push chakra into a person by touch. You think you could use it to disrupt their own internal chakra? Could be a good way to keep them from using jutsu, or maybe even boosting. And maybe you could affect their muscles, make them go limp or cause spasms that have them fall down. Very hard for an opponent to fight when he's in the middle of a seizure."

Noburi's face split into a smile. "That sounds very interesting, ma'am."

"You'd have to be able to do it fast, just on a brief touch instead of needing to grab on. If you manage to restrain someone with your Whip then you don't need fancy medical tricks to kill them."

"Yes, ma'am."

She nodded and pushed the papers aside. "Let's go see what we can do."





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Chapter 672: Dull Days are Best Days

"Welcome back, Canvass," Hazō said. "How did it go?"

The summoned bloodhound shook her head around the long axis of her body, making her droopy ears flap furiously and flinging bits of blood and dog spittle around.

"Gross!" Noburi shouted as a fleck of spittle struck him where he was prepping his gear for the upcoming assault on the cave system Orochimaru's notes had led them to. "Canvass!"

"Apologies," the dog called. She turned back to Hazō. "Ran into some giant bugs. They were delicious. I have never tracked in a place like this. You called it a 'desert'?"

"Yes," Hazō said. "Although not the deep desert." Turning, he surveyed the arid land around them. The tan-brown soil was working hard to achieve its lifelong goal of absolute desiccation. The land rolling like a sleepy sea, flat fat hills of widened girth and shortened stature, all covered in silver-green scrub and lichens and an occasional sapling stubbornly refusing to accept reality and move someplace decent. (Well, mostly. The team had passed one trio of migrating trees on the way here, and given them a wide berth.)

"The deep desert is pure sand," Hazō continued. "Massive waves of it, dozens of feet high. Life exists only in little spots called oases, wherever there is water."

"Hm. That sounds difficult to track in," Canvass said. "The sand would shift under your paws and it wouldn't hold scent well."

"By all reports it's also extremely difficult and unpleasant to live in."

"Yes, well, remind me not to answer if you try to summon me there."

"Did you guys find anything? Also, how was it working with Mari?"

Canvass glanced over to where the redhead was pouring water on her face and fluffing out her hair to let the heat off her neck.

"Nothing particularly interesting," the hound said. "No especially dangerous plants or animals, although the nighttime stuff might be a different story. As to Mari, she is a good runner and interesting to talk to. She had some fascinating stories about you, actually."

"They were lies. All of them."

"You don't even know what she told me, how can you know they were lies?"

"Because I know Mari and she absolutely would not miss a chance to prank me."

"Hm. A pity. I was quite impressed with the idea that you set up an education program for the younglings of your pack, then opened it to other packs."

"Wait, really? That one is actually true, it's called—"

"Now, now, Summoner. Don't try to take unearned credit. You already said it was all lies, you can't walk it back just because one of the lies was pretty."

"No, really, it's true!"

"Of course it is. Now, as I was saying, the scouting was informative. A surprising number of creatures in the area given the conditions. Mostly bugs and lizards of various kinds, many of them quite delicious. I recommend avoiding the snakes with the red and green markings; they can spit their acid quite a distance."

"Noted. Thank you. Anything else?"

o-o-o-o​

"I can't believe I'm asking this but...are you sure this is all necessary?" Noburi asked. "We're here to study the pool that Orochimaru recommended, right?"

"Yup. And it is at the bottom of that cave complex. The last two times we went into caves, one of us almost died. Thus, yes, we are going to be careful."

"Sure but..." He gestured towards the entrance to the cave.

The team had spent two days mapping out every place that the cave system connected with the surface that they could find. This entrance, the one that Orochimaru had recommended, was the only one large enough for a human to walk through, with the majority being simple slits in the ground a few inches across, sufficient for scorpions or snakes to go in and out.

Heroes of legend, such as the Sannin, would have stormed into the cave with chakra ready, knowing that their battle-honed reflexes were more than sufficient to keep themselves safe. Kagome-sensei was not a hero of legend and felt that what they made up for in power they lacked in brains; Hazō, his student, fervently agreed. Accordingly, the exploration of the cave had been done in a proper Team-Uplift-approved fashion; to wit, the safest and most efficient way possible.

"It feels unfair somehow," Noburi said as he stepped to the cave entrance and raised a misterator seal. "Here, little chakra dumplings! Uncle Noburi is going to drain you right to death." He fired off the cone of heavy mist and spread his bloodline through the resulting haze of water.

Three months of researching alongside Tsunade had enhanced his medical and bloodline skills immensely. He had progressed so much that two days before going missing, he had come to the office to find Tsunade, Hospital Director Kon Ai, and the Hokage waiting in solemn tribunal.

"Gōketsu Noburi," Naruto said gravely. "Lead Doctor Senju has come to me with a most serious statement about your behavior as a medical professional."

Noburi forced himself to keep calm, not summon his Water Whip and brace for attack, and not run for his life before he could be thrown into a killbox. Damn it, Hazō was supposed to be the treason dragon in the family!

Naruto waited for Noburi to say something and looked disappointed when he didn't.

"Specifically," he said at last, "she said that you have demonstrated competence at a level well above those of your peers and she has formally requested your promotion to special jōnin."

"...Really?" Noburi cursed himself for asking, and for the way his voice squeaked. "Are you sure?"

"What, you don't want the promotion?!" Tsunade demanded, crossing her arms.

"Tsunade!" Naruto said before Noburi could reply. "There is a certain decorum to this, you know?"

The Sannin rolled her eyes. "Fine. I just wanted you to give him the paper so we could get on with this."

"Sensei," Kon Ai scolded gently. "Promotion to special jōnin is a huge milestone in anyone's life, and the fact that Noburi has achieved it at such a young age is impressive. He deserves to have a meaningful ceremony."

"Fair enough." Tsunade visibly took a grip on herself. "Gōketsu Noburi. In my rank as Lead Doctor of Leaf General, I have worked closely with you for the past several months on a project of novel research. This project required you to demonstrate a wide array of medical skills, which you did with grace and aplomb. Your skills are significantly above those of your cohort, you have embraced the medical ethos and requirements of Leaf medic-nin and brought honor to the profession. In recognition of these facts, I hereby grant you the title of Senior Doctor within the Leaf medical establishment, along with all the rights and responsibilities of that rank. You have full access to hospital resources and you answer only to myself and Administrator Kon Ai." She paused, then shook her head and, in a move so bizarre that it made Noburi want to check her ears for lupchanzen, she smiled. It was a very, very small smile and it existed mostly on half her face rather than dare to attempt proliferation, yet still it was a smile.

"You've done a hell of a job, kid."

"Thank you, ma'am," Noburi said, dumbfounded. "Thank you, Lead Doctor."

The smile disappeared. "That's enough of that formal twaddle. Come on, kid, we've got experiments to check on." She started to rise, only to stop when Naruto caught her arm.

"Ahem," said the Nine-Tails jinchūriki, Hokage, and youngest of Leaf's three S-rank ninja. "I believe there is a small matter of military promotion as well?" He turned to Noburi and produced a vellum scroll with elegant cherry endcaps. He unrolled it and began to read aloud.

"Whereas, Gōketsu Noburi has demonstrated loyalty to the Leaf and her command.

"Whereas, Gōketsu Noburi has an unstained disciplinary record.

"Whereas, Gōketsu Noburi has used his skills in service of the Leaf.

"Whereas, Gōketsu Noburi has received attestations of skill well above those of his peers and well beyond his current years."

"Therefore, I set my hand to the following document of promotion for the aforementioned Gōketsu Noburi to the rank of special jōnin, seconded to the Medical Corps. Congratulations, Special Jōnin Gōketsu."

He allowed the scroll to roll up and set it on the table before offering a shallow bow of the head, a gesture of respect from the Hokage to a loyal supporter.

"Thank you so much, Lord Hokage. I did not expect this."

"No one expects promotion to special jōnin, or to jōnin," Naruto said. "It's always a surprise. We don't want people getting demanding based on time in grade or whatever."

Noburi nodded. "That makes sense, sir. I can—"


"Noburi? You ready?" Hazō asked.

Noburi shook himself out of the pleasant memory and nodded. "Yup. Commencing Operation 'Mist Drain All the Monsters to Death Instead of Going in There Like Real Ninja' now, sir!"

Hazō looked narrow-eyed at him, clearly taking note of the barb. Still, he said nothing. There were too many other things to do, like set up barricades across any side passages and set up skyslicers by the door and then flood the cavern with smoke to drive animals out and through the 'slicers. All in all, it should make the cave exploration at dull as possible. Dull was good; especially as a sealmaster, Hazō thought dull days were the best days. Once the caves were secured the team could have fun and excitement researching the magical pool that had brought them here. Until then, dull was good.





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Chapter 672.1: Not So Dull After All

A couple minutes after tossing the misterators into the crack of the cave, Noburi declared the all clear.

Hazō seemed to shake off whatever contemplation he'd been stuck in and asked, "Did you get enough chakra to compensate for summons?"

Noburi laughed. "Nowhere close. A few little beasts in a tiny room like this wouldn't pay for an academy student's substitution, much less a decent combat summon."

Hazō sighed. "I'd hoped for more. How come the beasts in these 'chakra-dense' areas don't have more chakra to them?"

"They do, I think," Noburi said. "But it's still not that much per beast."

"I think it makes sense," Mari said. "We spend years and years training our reserves to make them as big as possible, but chakra beasts don't do that. If you compared their natural reserves to what a civilian has, they'd probably be enormous, right?"

"That sounds right," Noburi said.

"Well, I guess we'll be a bit lower on chakra today," Hazō said. "Shall we?"

"Summoning Technique: Panashe!"

"Summoning Technique: Candoru!"

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

Puffs of smoke surrounded the team as the bulk of the cave-expedition's fighting force appeared from the aether. Most notable were the clones of Yuno, who were looking around in momentary confusion (Mari's clones were clearly much more used to immediately grabbing seals and moving into a formation).

Ah, Yuno had shadow clones now. Not only did that mean that his wife was safer, it meant that he had more pleasant faces to gaze at.

Oh no. What would Yuno think about looking at another woman that she knew he was attracted to, even if that other woman was a clone of herself? Could he afford to show affection to her clones if he wanted to stay in one piece? Could he afford to show affection to Yuno, when the Yuno clones were clearly each carrying their own little Satsuko-clones?

What if her clones came to him for physical affection (which they expected, being cognitively identical to Yuno herself!) and he shunned them? She'd receive the memories of being ignored by him and who knew if that would set her off.

Noburi quickly looked away from the small crowd of Yunos. Some questions didn't need to be answered.

Panashe was here for general utility and scouting, Candoru was here so that Hazō could feel like he was contributing, and the shadow clones of the team's two jōnin were here to provide infinitely more combat power than the cave could handle, on the off chance anything survived Noburi's mist drain and attacked.

Noburi quickly did his rounds, rebalancing chakra within the team so that everyone was at around half their reserves and he felt like he was pretty close to full.

The mist from the misterator had long since settled out of the air, so he popped another one and checked his sense of chakra through the mist again to confirm that there was nothing living with chakra within twenty meters of the cave's mouth. His senses reached farther than he could drain, so he could sense chakra deeper within the cave that he couldn't quite grasp and pull on, but he could tell it was there. Once they got in there, he'd need to call out each and every one of the beasts that he could sense but couldn't drain to make sure that the jōnin knew about the potential threats long before they made themselves into actual threats. Of course, those things would ideally be dead long before they even knew that they needed to fight back.

"Alright, we're good now," Noburi said. "Going in. I'll meet you all, my fellow meat-people, at the pool."

With that, he wrapped his hand around his barrel so it wouldn't knock against the narrow walls of the cave's opening, and ducked his way inside.

Two minutes later, after a frankly inordinate amount of chastising about letting the shadow clones and summons go first, he actually went in for real.

"I don't know why Noburi even has to be in here physically," he heard Yuno saying. To whom she was talking, he didn't know. Maybe Mari, or one of the summons. Maybe another one of the Yunos?

Noburi pulled out his Daybright Lantern seal (attached to the base of a small metal cup so that it only shined light in one direction) and pointed it at where he remembered sensing chakra sources in the room. The light refracted through the thin mist, but not enough to keep the team from seeing the six torso-sized lizards piled up dead at a point where the tunnel turned.

He redirected the light to point at a pair of dead snakes in a crack in the wall – four feet long and striped in bright red and orange – then to a nest of forearm-sized scorpions whose corpses were somehow still stuck to the ceiling.

"That's why," he heard a Mari say. "Guess you haven't seen Noburi in action before? Trust me, we're going to have a very easy time of things here."

"I don't believe you," Candoru said. "Hazō only summons me to die in dramatic ways, and I'm pretty sure that there's something in here that's going to fuck me up in ways that even this guy can't prevent."

"Perhaps the problem is your insufficient combat skill," Yuno said. "You should request Hazō summon you more often so that you get more experience fighting chakra beasts."

"What she said," Panashe said. "Though, I guess this explains why we're rolling through the Dogs we find so easily, if you're all too lazy to even consider training against unconventional enemies."

"Listen here you scaley bitch," Candorui said, "I'm going to take your tongue and-"

"Hey!" Noburi said. "You're on a mission right now! Focus! We're on a timer since Yuno's clones don't last that long yet. Can I get more mist moving forward?"

"And more light," Mari said. "These things are well camouflaged, and we didn't spot those beasts without movement. That's unacceptable."

Moments later, the cave was far better lit and a pair of Yunos were advancing with misterators spitting their thin haze ahead of them.

Their advance was slow compared to a ninja run, and insanely fast by the standards of any chakra beast hunter. At one point, one of the lead Yunos dropped her misterators to raise her axe to intercept a pouncing spider/cat thing, only for it to lose consciousness mid-pounce and get itself chopped in half in a spray of blood.

The flipside of the beasts having barely any chakra in them meant that Noburi could drain them dry in an eyeblink. He could sense dozens of beasts within the cave as it opened up, far more than he would have expected to find (maybe there was something to be said for Hazō's 'chakra-dense locations'), but they didn't pose any threat to the team. As soon as they got within a couple dozen meters, Noburi pulled the chakra out of them and out they went. He didn't hold back either. Each pull had a little twist at the end as he pulled out the last dregs of life-sustaining chakra from within them, leaving them dead where they lay.

He wondered if he was impressing Yuno. From the front of the formation, she could see the occasional beast decide to attack the intruders, only to collapse dead the instant they entered Noburi's range.

Working with Tsunade really had taught him so much about sensing and draining with his bloodline. Even through the thin mist, he could feel a group of eleven beasts with a bit more chakra than they'd encountered so far, as well as some sort of Fire Element ability. He pointed, Mari threw a misterator, and he sensed the creatures get up and run away deeper into the cave. Whatever. If they didn't stick around so he could kill them later, they'd run into the skyslicers on their way out and kill themselves.

A Yuno popped. Her seals, embedded in Kagome's signature wooden disks, clattered to the stone. One of the Yunos opened her mouth to say something, but if she (or any of her fellows) got anything out, it was muffled by the repeated staccato popping of the rest of the Yunos.

"Huh," Noburi said, stopping his advance. "Yuno said she could sustain clones for about ten minutes, right? I didn't think it had been that long."

"It hasn't, I'm pretty sure," Mari said. "Maybe she messed up casting the technique. She's definitely had way less practice with it than I have."

Mari's head snapped to the side at another staccato thumping noise.

"Sorry," Noburi said. "Bat swarm was flying this way to investigate. Dead now. You were saying?"

"Well, we knew Yuno's clones weren't going to last that long anyway. Let's continue."

Mari redistributed her clones, moving a couple to the front of the formation while a couple stayed by Noburi's side as insurance against some incredibly improbable events.

They took three steps forward before a Mari popped.

"Huh," the other Mari in the front of the formation said. "I don't know-"

And she, along with the rest of the Maris, disappeared in their own clouds of smoke.

Noburi leaned back into a combat stance and saw the two summons ahead of him doing the same. Something was wrong.

He looked left and right, but saw nothing. The cave was filled with mist, so he should have been able to sense if there was anything nearby, but he felt nothing.

"What was that!?" Candoru said. "She wasn't supposed to disappear, right?"

"No, she wasn't," Noburi said. "We've hit unexpected problems. Time to retreat and regroup; see what Mari and Yuno felt when their clones popped. Let's back it up."

"Sounds good," Candoru said, and Panashe quickly signaled orders received.

They started backtracking through the cave and made it maybe thirty meters to a more open region of the cave when Candoru spoke.

"Hey, I think I feel-"

The Dog puffed into nonexistence. Simultaneously, Noburi heard a thunk of stone hitting stone in a cavern nook to the side.

"Water Element: Water Whip!" Noburi said.

"Well, he spoke the Pantokrator's will into existence, didn't he?" Panashe asked. "He did end up dying in some new way."

"Quiet," Noburi said. "We don't know what's causing that, and we need to be cautious. I heard a sound over that way, Panashe, go and take a look." As he spoke, he gestured with the whip to the side nook where the noise had come from.

"I'll note that you tall monkeys are still the ones with the good vision," Panashe said as she softly stepped in that direction.

Noburi swore. He needed intel, and that nook was closed off. There shouldn't be anything living in there. He followed after Panashe.

"Watch out," he heard Panashe say as he wallwalked up the side of the cave to look into the nook. "There's something in here that survived your jutsu."

Noburi raised his Daybright Lantern light to shine it into the nook.

Within, a pair of creatures floated in the air. They looked like river otters, if river otters were twice as big and covered in short gray fur and hovered two feet above the ground. Their eyes snapped towards Noburi as he shined the light on them. The pair had been gathered around… a gray stone statue of another otter, lying on the floor of this nook?

Noburi backed away, sticking to the walls as he looked at the creatures, but they didn't attack. They didn't look aggressive at all, in fact. They had no claws or fangs or anything of the sort that would mark a chakra beast as threatening.

What had caused that thunk of stone against stone? And why couldn't his bloodline sense these weird otter-like creatures?

Noburi took the risk and closed his eyes, focusing entirely on his sense of chakra in the thin mist that still filled the cavern. His senses were coarse, but that didn't mean that, with focus, he couldn't pick out details.

Noburi (Vampiric Dew): 50 + 6 = 56

At first he still felt nothing, so he narrowed his attention down to the otters themselves, barely a couple meters away from him.

…he felt it. Strange, negative spaces in the soft static that normally filled his chakra sense when there was nothing there. He struggled to perceive it, adapting his sense to see a creature that could only be noticed by noticing where he felt nothing at all.

Those otters were parts of a larger something. He could feel them, several of them, looming over him. They were tentacular, like some sort of octopus, and he could feel those tentacles moving. The otters were somewhere near the heart of the creature, but he didn't know if they were the heart of the creature.

Those tentacles were reaching towards him. He backed away.

No, the tentacles were already attached to him. Or rather, his barrel. He could feel three, no, four of the negative spaces stretching from his barrel to the shadow cast by the otters.

Those spaces weren't fully negative. There was chakra there. His chakra, being pulled out of the barrel and along the tentacles of these creatures.

They were draining him. They'd drained the shadow clones into nonexistence, and soon they'd do to him exactly what he'd done to the beasts in the cave. He had more chakra than them, but in the end that wouldn't matter. He'd go unconscious, then his life would be extinguished like a candle going out.

"Panashe, run!" Noburi said as he turned to sprint his way out of the cave.



Noburi has given you the action report of the above, corroborated by Panashe.

Mari and Yuno both collapsed a few minutes after the cave exploration team went in, Yuno first, then Mari. Hazō and Kei initially suspected psychic attacks, but Noburi was able to confirm that they had somehow been put under extreme chakra drain and woke them up with a small chakra transfusion. They both report noticing their reserves being precipitously low moments before passing out, so the drain on them must have been fairly fast. Noburi reports that the drain on his barrel felt fairly slow.

Noburi notes that while their coils might have been temporarily damaged, it was thankfully probably impossible for the Primes to die as Prime going unconscious pops the clones that were the conduit by which the weird tentacle-otter-chakra-draining things were draining Prime.

Candoru refuses Hazō's attempt at resummoning. When Hazō travels to the Seventh Path, Candoru says that he felt "the worst thing ever, like having your soul yanked out of your body by cold, wet, slimy paws." He doesn't want to go back into this particular cave.

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Chapter 673: Choosing Death

"...and if you think having your skeleton rip itself out of your body and choke you to death is as bad as it gets, that's nothing compared to the risk of rupturing the dimensional insulation layer and having the Leviathans That Punish Cognition come and–"

"Thank you, Kagome," Kei interrupted wearily. She'd started out standing by the fire, reaching over periodically to warm her hands against the chilly desert night. By this point in the tirade, she'd sunk to the ground, trying to maintain proper, upright cross-legged posture even as the life visibly drained out of her.

The entire team, sans Mari and Yuno (still laid up in their bedrolls, at this point needing rest more than treatment), was gathered around the fire. Hazō sat opposite Kei and Snowflake as they identically tried not to sag. Tenten, next to him, had never been exposed to a proper Kagome-sensei rant before, and was drinking in every word with obvious fascination. Noburi, on Hazō's other side, seemed to have zoned out. Hazō himself was alternatingly nodding to show understanding, cringing in humiliation, and taking notes about very real dangers every sealmaster should know to watch out for. As Kagome-sensei had pointed out repeatedly, Hazō's rapid growth in skill was unmatched by a parallel growth in experience, which meant he was still dangerously ignorant in countless domains. He'd never even heard of the Leviathans That Punish Cognition, much less learned whatever lucky dances might stay their wrath.

"No problem, Kei," Kagome-sensei said briskly. "Now, where was I? Right, the sheer pants-on-head craziness of trying to–"

Kei's hand twitched in her lap. "What my expression of gratitude was intended to convey is that I believe you have covered all the essential points, and since the rest of us are already quite au fait with the perils of sealcrafting and how they apply to this situation–"

Tenten raised her hand.

"I am quite certain that Kagome will be delighted to explain the myriad perils of sealing and the absolute need for egregious safety measures, at length, on any occasion of your choosing, which I would emphatically prefer not to be now."

Kagome-sensei nodded enthusiastically. Tenten smiled at him and lowered her hand.

"–and as such, it would be best to save the rest of the ran- lecture for later. Tonight, perhaps, when Hazō has finished with his daily tasks and is preparing to sleep."

"If you insist," Kagome-sensei grumbled. "At least it'll give me some time to put my thoughts in order. I always feel like I run out of stuff to say too fast at times like these."

Hazō would get Kei for this. He wasn't sure how yet, nor how to survive the inevitable re-retribution from at least three vengeful girls (and possibly Noburi, joining in just for the hell of it, and possibly Mari, once she saw how much fun everyone but Hazō was having), but the founder of Uplift firmly believed that where there was a will, there was a way.

"To briefly recapitulate the last half hour, then," Kei said, "professional opinion discourages runic infusion in an unsecure location while surrounded by a variety of unknown chakra beasts and, to use a particularly choice expression from sixteen minutes ago, 'a dodgy stew of blatant eldritch weirdness that could be coming to a boil under our very feet right now'."

"What if we infused it outside the cave?" Hazō proposed. "There has to be a reasonable radius beyond which we think the esoteric effects of the cave won't reach."

"And then very slowly manually drag it around aforementioned unsecure area?" Kei asked.

"Right."

"I'm uncertain whether logistical concerns should be foremost in our minds here," Snowflake said. "Obviously, there will be some degree of risk in any attempt to bait the chakravores, as Hazō has elegantly dubbed them. We do not know whether they have any additional powers they have yet to display, nor what other chakra beasts may be drawn into the process. There is always the risk of Noodle ghouls."

"What do Noodle ghouls have to do with it?" Hazō asked. "I'm specifically proposing to keep the chakravores alive to study, not massacre them."

Tenten gave them a questioning look.

"We got briefed on them before the big mission that started our whole adventure," Hazō explained. "They can smell corpses from a long way off. After any battle in eastern Noodle, you have to seal away or burn the bodies, otherwise you'll be neck-deep in ghouls before you know it. But I'm not sure why that's relevant."

"Ooh, I know this one!" Yuno's voice came from a bedroll, sounding remarkably chipper for someone who hadn't even been conscious last time Noburi checked. "I fought some back when I was a missing-nin. Um, last time, I mean. There's this parasite called a possessor, and what it does is, it sucks your brain out through your ears, and then it lays an egg in your skull. Then the egg hatches into a new parasite, and the new parasite moves the body around like it's driving a cart, and goes off to suck other people's brains out so it can lay its eggs in them."

Kagome-sensei, who'd sat down next to Hazō, went completely stiff.

"But the part Snowflake's talking about," Yuno went on, "is how most of the time, that doesn't happen, because the ghouls find the body while the parasite's still growing, and they think it's dead-dead, so they eat it. That way, the possessor doesn't get to breed. The legends say that the ninja of hundreds of years ago didn't know that, so they hunted the ghouls nearly to extinction, and… you can imagine what happened."

Come to think of it, wasn't there some legend in Leaf about how the Uchiha and their fire ninjutsu once saved the Fire Country from a zombie apocalypse? Hazō had always assumed it was clan propaganda, like the stories about Inuzuka being able to turn into giant wolf monsters with their dog's assistance.

"So in other words," Yuno said, "for all we know, there are other chakra beasts lurking in the chakravore's shadow, waiting to eat the bodies once they've been chakra-drained, and gathering all the chakravores in one place means those chakra beasts will follow. Or the chakravores could be the only thing stopping something even scarier from coming out of the depths. Or… you get the idea. Yuki from my classes says that 'don't make things worse' is one of the iron rules of a true extermination specialist."

There was a pause.

"I wonder if I'll have to kill her."

"I see," Kei said, wisely ignoring the heck out of that comment. "From that perspective, Snowflake's objection makes perfect sense. Of course, weaponising indirect chakra drain would be quite a triumph considering the nature of our opposition, and were we to sensibly prioritise our personal safety over the lure of weapons research, we would not have joined Hazō on this mission in the first place. Thus, before we discuss details of implementation, we must settle the issue of risk versus reward. Noburi, in your judgement as our resident medic, how likely are we to be able to extract useful technology from these chakra beasts should we successfully isolate them for study?"

Noburi zoned back in. "Sorry?"

"Noburi, in your judgement as our resident medic, how likely are we to be able to extract useful technology from these chakra beasts should we successfully isolate them for study?"

Noburi frowned. "Well, as Leaf's best and brightest young–"

He cut off.

Nobody said anything.

"In a word," Noburi said, subdued, "not bloody likely. I haven't done animal research since before we got adopted into Leaf, and back then, I only had basic training, so I was mostly just messing around. I'm guessing none of Hazō's diagnostic seals are meant for scanning living creatures in detail from a safe distance, so it'd be down to my chakra sense and anything I can get from a dissection–and I don't even know if we'd get anything from a dissection, seeing as those things are like half-ghost or something. And even if I did…"

He sighed, leaning back against his barrel. "Even ignoring how all my powers are water-based and theirs aren't, even if their drain is close enough to mine that I can steal their tricks somehow, I can't exactly do bloodline surgery on myself, y'know? Anybody who could is… not available. Whereas, in Team Uplift, nobody knows biosealing, and thank the Sage for that, and Hazō's still on baby's first technique modification, so I just don't see how we can get decent data and have a chance in hell of understanding what it means and do something useful with the result.

"Me and Yuno have talked about it before," Noburi said. "How it would be great if she could hunt down cool chakra beasts for me, and I'd use my miraculous medical ninjutsu to graft their powers onto myself, and hopefully avoid turning into Orochimaru somehow, and then I'd become the ultimate uber-ninja instead of being Leaf's barrel boy superweapon. But it's just a fantasy. I'm not the next Orochimaru. I am–I was going to be–the next Tsunade. You study humans because humans are the ones that need saving. Even he got that, once upon a time."

"Any other ideas?" Kei asked the group. "While my instinct is naturally to conduct a measured risk assessment and then flee screaming in terror from any suggestion that we attempt to contain these jōnin-devouring beasts over an extended duration, we have sacrificed everything to be here, and the racing hourglass forbids us to reject too many opportunities."

"There's still a chance," Hazō said. "Surely. All right, maybe we don't have biosealing or technique hacking or relevant medical theory. But we have runes. There's got to be at least a chance that we'll learn something that I can turn into an Itachi-killing chakra drain rune."

"I'm not a runemaster," Noburi said. "But I've got a vague idea by now of what a rune does, if not how. Supposing I tell you, 'the chakravore'–cool name, by the way–'drains through shadow clones by using its gobbledygook organ to turn shadow clone chakra into magical abracadabra chakra that's all connected so when you tug on one end, it pulls the other'. Have you got the runemaster skills to transform that gobbledygook organ into chakra channels running through a bunch of rock that will then turn somebody's shadow clone chakra into magical abracadabra chakra, and you with zero medical training to tell a gobbledygook organ from your left elbow?"

"I mean," Hazō said, "knowing that you have to turn shadow clone chakra into a different kind of chakra would at least give me a direction to look in."

"Would that level of new insight accelerate your hypothetical Itachi-killer research," Kei asked, "by a sufficient margin to cause you to prioritise it over any of the other possibilities you are exploring? And is that margin worth the as-yet-uncalculated but tangible risk of a TPK?"

Hazō gave it serious thought. He was good. Very good. But his recent experience with prep days showed that runes fell into three broad categories. One he could manage even without existing insights, just by virtue of inspiration followed by sheer brilliance. One was simply beyond him, whether as a limitation of runecrafting itself or of his current skills, there was no way to know. Assuming the Itachi-killer wasn't already in the middle or lower category, was the amount of information Noburi thought he could provide enough to push it down from the upper?

"Fine," Hazō said, allowing his frustration full rein as he switched mental tracks. "We kill them. We kill every last one. If we can't use them, then at the very least we won't let them hurt our family ever again."

Hazō didn't know what his face looked like at that moment, but he could guess from the way Snowflake flinched away.

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You have received 4 - 2 (Loquacity) = 2 XP.

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With the reluctant approval of Experimental Overseer Noburi and Assistant Experimental Overseer Kei, Hazō sent in earth clones to conduct some quick experiments.

  • Earth clones are drained into oblivion very quickly
  • Real materials created by ninjutsu (MEW, ES) are either undrainable or of no interest to the chakravores
  • Construct MEW is drained and collapses; Noburi thinks that draining the Earth chakra does something to the chakravores, but his senses aren't fine enough to tell what
  • Experimental Overseer Noburi and Assistant Experimental Overseer Kei reluctantly gave permission for Hazō to use shadow clones of earth clones under extensive safety measures (full on chakra, mouthful of concentrated chakra water which he'll hopefully swallow immediately if he collapses, Noburi touching an open cut for maximum VD effectiveness); both clones were drained and destroyed immediately, with no effect on Hazō

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Kagome is of the opinion that the chakravores could well be gaki; he certainly favours it over the Otter Scroll theory. He notes, however, that gaki are incredibly hard to kill unless you are a damnbeast, since they are not chakra beasts but hunger made flesh. (Further questions regarding damnbeasts, and especially where to obtain one on short notice, were met with screaming.)

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Setting aside your current level of access to contract-buying resources, Kagome suspects he lacks the kind of reputational cachet with the Arachnids that would encourage them to form contracts to be tortured to death for his sake. Among other things, he has yet to prove himself to them, either in combat or by doing anything about the Great Seal (the reason he was made summoner at all).

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