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The sun was setting when the guards at Suna's eastern gate spotted two figures emerging from the heat haze. One was clearly Kankuro, his black-clad form unmistakable even at a distance, but he was struggling to carry someone.
"Help!" Kankuro's hoarse voice carried across the dunes. "Medical team! Now!"
The guards quickly recognized the unconscious form in his arms - Temari, their Kazekage's daughter. Her usual four ponytails were disheveled, her clothes torn and covered in dust. Kankuro's own face paint was smeared with sweat and sand, his puppets barely secured to his back.
"Get the medical team!" one guard shouted while another rushed to help Kankuro. "What happened?"
Kankuro's legs finally gave out as he reached the gate. His breathing was labored, hands shaking as he gently laid Temari down. "Konoha... everything went wrong... she won't wake up properly..."
The medical team arrived within minutes, their white uniforms stark against the golden sandstone walls. Lead Medical-nin Yori immediately began examining Temari.
"How long has she been like this?" Yori asked, her hands glowing with diagnostic chakra.
"A week. I came here as fast as I could," Kankuro managed between gasps. "She wakes up sometimes, but..."
As if on cue, Temari's eyes suddenly snapped open. For a moment, they were clear and alert - then terror filled them.
"No! Stop! Please!" she screamed, thrashing against the medical-nin's hands. "I can't... I can't watch anymore! Make it stop!"
"Temari!" Kankuro reached for his sister, but two medical-nin held him back.
"Don't touch her! She's in a state of severe psychological trauma," Yori commanded. "We need to get her to the hospital immediately."
Temari's screams echoed off the village walls as they rushed her through the streets on a stretcher. Civilians peeked out of their homes and shops, whispers following in their wake. The proud daughter of the Kazekage, reduced to this...
At the hospital, Kankuro watched helplessly as they took Temari into the emergency treatment room. His legs finally gave out completely, and he slumped against the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor. His body screamed for rest - he'd pushed himself beyond any reasonable limit to get them home.
A young medical-nin approached with water and food pills. "Kankuro-sama, you need to..."
"No time," he cut her off, though he accepted the water. "The council needs to know what happened. Where are they?"
"In emergency session, but surely they can wait until you've..."
"They can't." Kankuro forced himself to his feet, ignoring the trembling in his muscles. "Not with what's happened."
The walk to the council chamber felt longer than his entire journey from Konoha. Each step was an effort of will, his mind replaying the chaos he'd witnessed. Gaara's face as he turned away, following Naruto without a backward glance. The devastating power he'd witnessed. The fear in everyone's eyes.
The guards at the council chamber doors took one look at his condition and tried to stop him, but Kankuro pushed past them. The circular chamber fell silent as he entered, dozens of eyes turning to him.
"Kankuro," Elder Ebizo spoke first. "We expected you to report after receiving medical attention."
"No time," Kankuro repeated, forcing himself to stand straight despite his exhaustion. "The situation is critical. The Kazekage..." he swallowed hard. "The man we thought was the Kazekage was Orochimaru in disguise. Our real Kazekage has been dead for weeks, possibly months."
The chamber erupted in shocked murmurs. Councilwoman Sayuri raised her hand for silence. "Explain everything, from the beginning."
Kankuro took a deep breath, tasting sand and fatigue. "The invasion of Konoha was a trap. Orochimaru betrayed us, using our forces as a distraction while he pursued his own goals. But that's not the worst of it."
"What about the Uzumaki boy who spoke in our heads? Is he dead? Did Konoha kill him?" one council member asked with hopeful eyes.
"Naruto Uzumaki..." he paused, seeing the council lean forward. He's alive—more than alive. He has the Rinnegan."
"Impossible," someone muttered.
"We all heard the same thing, Guroku. If he can talk to all of us, then it's possible that he indeed has the Rinnegan."
Kankuro ignored them and continued, feeling like he would pass out at any moment. "I saw him defeat both Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha when they were resurrected as Edo Tensei. The power he displayed... it was beyond anything I've ever seen. When I decided to stay in an inn to rest on my way here. I heard rumors the Third Hokage is dead, but I left Konoha the moment I found Temari and just ran for it."
"And Gaara?" Elder Goza demanded. "Why didn't he eliminate this threat?"
Kankuro's hands clenched at his sides. "Gaara... Gaara went with him. Willingly. Something happened between them. Something changed in Gaara. He just... left with Uzumaki. No explanation, no goodbye. He abandoned the village."
The council chamber erupted again, voices raising in anger and disbelief. Kankuro swayed slightly on his feet, the room starting to spin.
"And Temari?" Sayuri asked, noticing his condition.
"Something happened to her during the battle. She won't tell us what she saw - can't tell us. She wakes up screaming, doesn't recognize anyone, then falls back unconscious. The medical team has her now, but..." his voice cracked slightly. "I've never seen her like this."
"What of Konoha's current state?" another council member asked.
"In chaos when I left. They tried to capture Uzumaki but failed completely, at least while I was there they didn't capture him, but I doubt they succeded after I left, by the time I left, the village was in ruins. No one could stop him. And there's something else..." Kankuro hesitated, knowing the impact his next words would have. "Pakura is alive. She killed Baku."
The silence that followed was deafening. Several council members visibly paled at the mention of Pakura's name.
"You're certain?" Ebizo asked, his ancient voice trembling slightly.
"I saw her with my own eyes. Her Scorch Release hasn't weakened at all. Baku-Sensei didn't stand a chance."
The council chamber dissolved into frightened whispers. Kankuro's vision began to blur around the edges, exhaustion finally overwhelming him.
"I need... I need to check on Temari..." he managed before his legs gave out. The last thing he heard was someone calling for a medical team as darkness claimed him.
One Week Later
In the circular council chamber of Suna, carved from ancient sandstone and cooled by ingenious wind channels, the village elders sat in tense silence. The chamber's domed ceiling, adorned with intricate desert patterns, cast long shadows in the late afternoon light that filtered through narrow windows.
Councilwoman Sayuri, her gray hair tied in a traditional desert style and wearing the formal white and brown robes of the council, broke the heavy silence. "Kankuro's report cannot be disputed. Our Kazekage was murdered by Orochimaru weeks, possibly months ago." Her weathered hands gripped the wooden armrests of her chair. "We were deceived, and our shinobi were used as pawns in that snake's game."
Councilman Tojuro, whose face bore deep lines from years under the harsh desert sun, leaned forward. His dark brown councilman's robe rustled as he moved. "The greater concern is Naruto Uzumaki's message. Every shinobi in our village heard it directly in their minds. The civilians are in an uproar after learning of it. And now..." he paused, his voice dropping to almost a whisper, "Pakura has returned."
The name sent visible shivers through the chamber. Several council members instinctively touched their prayer beads.
"Impossible," Elder Goza muttered, his voice trembling. "Baku said that he was there, in his report he said that he stabbed her himself."
"Kankuro saw her with his own eyes," Sayuri responded. "She killed Baku during the chaos in Konoha. Our strongest jonin, dead in moments."
The council chamber fell silent again as memories of Pakura's legendary Scorch Release technique flooded their minds. The woman they had betrayed, the hero they had sacrificed for political gain, was alive and allied with Naruto Uzumaki.
The Hospital Wing
In the Suna Medical Center's private wing, medical-nin Yori adjusted the IV drip connected to Temari's arm. The room was sparse but clean, with sand-colored walls and a single window protected by reinforced mesh. The constant hum of cooling systems provided a background drone to the beeping of medical equipment.
Temari lay motionless on the bed, her usual four ponytails undone, blonde hair spread across the pillow. Her skin was pale.
Kankuro sat beside her bed, still wearing his black combat outfit with purple face paint, though it was smeared from exhaustion. "Any change?" he asked Yori.
The medical-nin shook her head, her white uniform rustling as she checked Temari's vital signs. "The same pattern. She wakes up screaming, doesn't recognize anyone, refuses food, then falls back into the coma. Whatever she saw in Konoha..." Yori trailed off.
"Naruto Uzumaki," Kankuro spat the name. "He did something to her. To Gaara too. My own brother..." His fists clenched. "He just left with him, didn't even look back."
Around the village, people were discussing the same topic they all had been discussing for the last two weeks. In a small tea house near the market district, three Jonin sat in a corner booth, speaking in hushed tones. Their eyes constantly darted around, watching for anyone who might be listening.
"This is worse than we thought," Mujin, a veteran Jonin with burn scars across his face, whispered. "Someone capable of speaking directly into the minds of every chakra user in the world? That's not just power - that's terrifying."
Sajin, another Jonin with graying hair, nodded grimly. "And now we learn that Pakura is alive and working with him? The same Pakura who was supposed to have died seven years ago?"
"Keep your voice down," the third Jonin, Yome, hissed. "The walls have ears these days. We don't know who might be sympathetic to his cause."
A young waitress approached their table, and they immediately fell silent. She refilled their cups with trembling hands, clearly nervous around the three elite shinobi.
"Excuse me," she said quietly, "but is it true what they're saying? About the message? About changing the world?"
Mujin's face hardened. "That's not something civilians need to concern themselves with."
The waitress flinched but didn't back away. "My younger brother is in the Academy, he unlocked his chakra last month. He heard the voice too. He hasn't stopped talking about it, about how maybe things could be different..."
"Tell your brother to focus on his studies," Sajin cut in sharply. "This Uzumaki boy is nothing but a traitor to his village who somehow got his hands on too much power. Nothing more."
After the waitress hurried away, Yome leaned forward. "That's the third civilian today who's asked about the message. Word is spreading too fast."
"The Academy students and Genin are the worst," Mujin growled. "My own daughter came home asking why we wouldn't want a world without war. How do you explain to a twelve-year-old that this boy's idealistic nonsense would destroy everything we've built?"
---
Meanwhile, at the Suna Ninja Academy, a group of students gathered during their lunch break, sitting in a circle in the shade of the building.
"But why wouldn't we want that?" Matsuri, a young student, asked. "A world where we don't have to fight all the time?"
"Because he's trying to conquer everyone!" Ittetsu, another student, argued back. "My older sister is a Chunin, and she says he's just another power-hungry shinobi."
Their teacher, Sekka, had been listening from nearby. He approached the group, his expression troubled.
"Children, these are complicated matters that-"
"But Sekka-sensei," Matsuri interrupted, something she'd never done before, "you heard his voice too, right? Did it sound evil to you?"
Sekka paused, choosing his words carefully. "What someone sounds like and what they are can be very different things. Remember your history lessons about the Second Shinobi World War?"
"But that's exactly what he was talking about!" Sari exclaimed. "All those wars were started by the people in charge, not by people like us!"
---
In the hospital, a medical-nin named Kayuki checked on Temari's vital signs while two ANBU stood guard outside the room. The once-proud daughter of the Kazekage lay curled in a fetal position, occasionally muttering incomprehensibly.
"Any change?" one of the ANBU asked when Kayuki emerged.
"None," she replied, closing the door quietly. "Whatever Genjutsu was used on her, it's unlike anything I've seen before."
The two ANBU shared a look through their masks. "First we lose the Kazekage, then Gaara-sama joins this Uzumaki, and now this... Suna has never been more vulnerable."
Kayuki hesitated before speaking. "About that message... my daughter asked me something interesting this morning. She asked if maybe Gaara-sama joined him because he was right."
The ANBU stiffened. "Be careful what you say, Kayuki-san. Such thoughts could be considered treasonous."
"I'm just reporting what my daughter said," Kayuki replied defensively. "But you have to admit, being able to reach into everyone's minds like that... what else might he be capable of? What if he can read our thoughts even now?"
---
In one of Suna's training grounds, a team of Genin practiced with their Jonin-sensei, but their hearts weren't in it.
"Again!" the Jonin instructor, Satetsu, barked. "Your mind isn't focused, Yukata!"
The young kunoichi wiped sweat from her brow. "Sorry, sensei. I just keep thinking about-"
"About that message? About that traitor's pretty words?" Satetsu's voice was harsh. "While you're daydreaming about his false promises, remember that he just helped destroy half of Konoha!"
"But sensei," another Genin, Mikoshi, spoke up, "isn't it true that Pakura-sama is with him? My father said she was Suna's greatest hero before she died. If she supports him..."
"Pakura is a traitor now, just like him!" Satetsu snapped, but there was uncertainty in his voice that his students caught.
"Is that why everyone is so scared?" Yukata asked quietly. "Because Pakura-sama is alive and supporting him?"
Satetsu's face darkened. "Training is over for today. Go home, all of you. And remember - spreading dangerous ideas can be considered treason."
---
In the market district, civilians gathered around wells and stalls, sharing whispered conversations about the events they'd heard about.
"My neighbor's son is in the Academy," one merchant whispered to another. "Says this Uzumaki boy spoke directly into his head! Can you imagine such power?"
"I heard he defeated both the First Hokage and Madara Uchiha in single combat," another added. "How can anyone stand against something like that?"
"But what does he want?" a woman asked, clutching her shopping basket tightly. "These changes he speaks of..."
"My daughter's friend is a Genin," the first merchant replied. "Says he wants to end the system that profits from war. No more sending children to die for missions. No more villages starting wars for power."
"Sounds too good to be true," the woman said skeptically.
"Maybe," the merchant agreed, "but have you noticed? The younger ones, they're all talking about it. They believe him."
"That's what scares the council most, I bet," another civilian joined in. "Not just his power, but his ideas. Ideas can spread faster than any jutsu."
---
In one of the emergency council meetings, the tension was palpable. The elderly councilors sat around a large table, their faces grave.
"We must take action," one councilor declared. "This message has caused too much disruption already."
"What do you propose?" another asked sarcastically. "Should we forbid people from thinking? From talking? He's already in their heads!"
"The Academy is our biggest concern," a third councilor said. "The students are too... receptive to his message. Several teachers have reported troubling conversations."
"Then we counter it with our own message," the first councilor insisted. "Remind them of their loyalty to Suna."
"And how do we explain Gaara-sama's defection? Or Pakura's survival and allegiance to him?" The room fell silent at these questions.
"What about the civilians?" someone finally asked. "They're spreading all sorts of rumors."
"The civilians are afraid," the head councilor spoke for the first time. "And they should be. But not of Uzumaki - they should be afraid of change. Remind them that stability comes from the system we have now. Remind them what chaos looks like."
---
As night fell over Suna, two Chunin stood guard at the village's main gate, their conversation reflecting the day's tensions.
"My little sister won't stop talking about it," one Chunin, Matsuda, said. "Says maybe he's right, that the system is broken."
"Careful," his partner, Yaoki, warned. "Those aren't safe thoughts these days."
"But that's just it, isn't it?" Matsuda persisted. "If his ideas are so wrong, why is everyone so afraid of people just talking about them? And if he can speak into our minds whenever he wants..."
"Don't," Yaoki cut him off. "Don't even think about it. These days, who knows who might be listening?"
They fell into an uneasy silence, watching the desert darkness. The wind carried whispers of change, and neither could shake the feeling that Suna - that the whole world - was holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
---
In her small apartment, the young waitress from the tea house sat with her brother, who couldn't sleep.
"Nee-chan," the boy asked, "why are the Jonin so angry about the message? He didn't sound evil to me."
She stroked his hair gently. "Sometimes, Hiroki, people fear change more than they fear evil. Even good changes can be scary."
"But he said he wants to stop wars," Hiroki insisted. "Isn't that good?"
"It's complicated," she said softly. "The world isn't always simple enough for things to be just good or bad."
"Are you afraid of him, nee-chan?"
She thought about the trembling hands she'd had while serving tea to those Jonin, about the whispers in the market, about the fear and hope she'd seen in people's eyes all day.
"I'm afraid of what's coming," she admitted. "But maybe... maybe being afraid doesn't mean something is wrong. Maybe it just means something is changing."
The boy nodded thoughtfully, and they sat together in the quiet darkness, while outside their window, Suna continued its uneasy vigil, a village caught between fear and hope, between loyalty and change, between the world they knew and the world that might be coming.
The message had done more than just speak to their minds - it had cracked the foundations of everything they thought they knew, and no one, from the highest council member to the youngest Academy student, could be sure what would grow from those cracks.
Fire Daimyo
The golden rays of dawn crept through the ornate windows of Hōōden Palace, illuminating the walls depicting the founding of the Land of Fire. In the grand council chamber, Fire Daimyo Akiharu Tenmei sat at the head of a polished oak table, his weathered fingers tracing the intelligence reports from Konoha.
At 59, Akiharu's black hair had long since turned steel-gray, though his sharp amber eyes retained the same calculating intelligence that had helped him navigate three decades of rulership. His traditional robes, deep crimson with gold trim, bore the seal of the Land of Fire.
"The reports are confirmed then?" Akiharu asked, his voice carrying the weight of authority without raising it. "Hiruzen is dead?"
Around him sat his small council: his eldest son and heir Masashi (34), his military commander General Kojima, his economic advisor Lady Sachiko, and his intelligence master Takashi. Through the windows, the sprawling city of Havenwood spread below, its morning markets already bustling.
"Yes, my lord," Takashi replied. "Killed during what they're calling the Konoha Catastrophe. Nearly sixty percent of the village lies in ruins. The death toll..." he paused, "is still being counted."
Masashi leaned forward. "And this Naruto Uzumaki - he's the one who defeated both Hashirama and Madara's reanimated forms? But according to the information we received from Danzo, they were only in the fifty percent of their original power. If they were at their peak, Naruto's bones would be food for dogs right now."
"According to multiple sources," General Kojima confirmed. "Our own shinobi force confirms his possession of the Rinnegan. It's... unprecedented."
Akiharu's second son, Kenji, stood by the window, more interested in military matters than politics.
"The boy speaks of changing the world," Akiharu mused, "of ending the current system. A system that has maintained balance for generations." His eyes narrowed. "He threatens not just Konoha, but the very foundation of our society."
"The common people speak of him differently," Lady Sachiko noted carefully. "His message about ending wars and protecting children has resonated with many, particularly in the outer provinces."
"Dangerous talk," Masashi warned. "The Daimyo system exists for a reason. Without proper hierarchy, chaos would reign."
Akiharu raised his hand, silencing the council. Behind them, his personal guard - elite shinobi trained from birth to protect the Tenmei family - stood silent and vigilant. His name is Raiketsu Tenma
"We must act decisively," Kenji declared. "Send word to the other Daimyo. This Uzumaki threatens not just our military assets, but our very way of life. And contact what remains of Konoha's leadership - they'll need our support to rebuild, and we'll need their loyalty more than ever."
Akiharu stood, walking to the window overlooking Havenwood. The city had grown prosperous under his rule, its streets clean, its markets wealthy. Everything his family had built for generations stood threatened by a single young man with god-like powers.
"Father," Masashi spoke carefully, "what of the rumors that some of our own shinobi guard sympathize with Uzumaki's message?"
Akiharu's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, his weathered hands clasped behind his back as he gazed out over the village through his office window. After a measured pause, he turned to face his son.
"A message of peace will always find willing ears in times of hardship, Masashi. But what separates a dreamer from a leader is understanding that change without wisdom breeds chaos. If our own shinobi question their path, it is not their loyalty we must examine, but whether we have given them sufficient reason to believe in the future we're building. Let them hear Uzumaki's message – but let them also see our actions speak louder than any distant promise."
"This boy speaks of peace while standing atop the ruins of Konoha. He preaches about protecting children while thousands lie dead in the streets of Konoha. Make no mistake - Naruto Uzumaki is not a harbinger of change, but a herald of destruction. He promises an end to the cycle of violence? Look at what he's done. He's not breaking the cycle - he's spinning it faster, painting it in brighter colors, and calling it salvation. Every revolution that promised paradise delivered only graveyards. This one will be no different. The only thing unique about this child is the scale of devastation he can unleash with those cursed eyes of his."
He paused, letting his words sink in before delivering his final judgment:
"He promises a world without pain? I promise you this - the only thing Naruto Uzumaki will bring is a peace so absolute it can only be found in death. And I will not let the Land of Fire become his first graveyard."
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