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A few days were enough for the echo of the Seven-Tails' roar to cross the borders of the Land of Wind, transforming into a maximum-priority report that shook the desks of the most powerful men in the shinobi world.
The first light of dawn was barely beginning to tint the nations, but inside the Kages' offices, the atmosphere was already thick with tension. The news was not the attack itself, but what it revealed to the world: Sunagakure now possessed two tailed beasts in its arsenal, shattering with a single blow the precarious balance of power that had been maintained since the end of the last great war.
In Konohagakure, Minato Namikaze stood in front of the large window of his office, observing the village as it woke up in peace. In his hands, the report from the Leaf's espionage network detailed the massive chakra fluctuations recorded in the desert days prior.
Minato sighed, leaving the paper on his desk. There was no room for naivety; since the conclusion of the Third Shinobi World War, relations between Konoha and Suna had been completely broken, submerged in a cold and distant hostility ever since Daigo took hold of the Kazekage hat.
The Yellow Flash knew firsthand the danger that Daigo represented. Daigo was the first person who had ever shown Minato how weak he was, inflicting the literal first defeat of his life. But thanks to that defeat, Minato was able to grow stronger, clean up Konoha, and make it a better place—thanks also to Daigo, who had given him the idea, though that did not strip away how dangerous the man remained if he ever chose war over peace.
Ever since the Third Ninja War ended, Minato had been watching with growing concern the alarming technological, structural, and military advancement of Sunagakure. But this changed things drastically. For the Sand to have successfully contained and retained the Seven-Tails, adding it to the power of the Shukaku, meant that Sunagakure was becoming an uncontrollable military powerhouse, a threat that directly challenged the peace of the rest of the nations, closing in on the level of dominance that Konoha had always held over the others despite only having one tailed beast
Feeling that it was time to speak with the council, Minato sent an ANBU to summon all the clan leaders for a meeting.
Hundreds of miles away, within the imposing rocky summit of Iwagakure, the sound of a fist slamming onto a stone table echoed severely.
Ōnoki, the Third Tsuchikage, floated a few inches above his seat, his face contorted with rage and paranoia. The jabs, veiled insults, and open enmity that he and Daigo had hurled at each other during the last Five Kage Summit were still fresh in his memory; neither of them could stand the other's existence.
To see that his direct enemy not only ruled over a portion of the prized territory of the Land of Fire, something Iwa had always fought for, but now also secured a second Bijuu, deeply wounded the old Tsuchikage's pride.
To Ōnoki, this was no accident; it was a direct provocation, a camouflaged expansionist move that forced him to put his military on high alert out of fear that Suna might decide to march back beyond the desert. And to add to his headache, he would never be able to read the movements of that brat.
In Kumogakure, the reaction was no less violent. Ay, the Fourth Raikage, smashed a piece of furniture in his office upon reading the report. True to his impulsive and militaristic nature, he viewed the Sand's accumulation of power as a direct threat to Kumo's supremacy, even if they didn't share borders.
He immediately demanded an intensification of the training for his own Jinchūrikis, Killer Bee and Yugito Nii, assuming the continent was inevitably heading toward a new large-scale conflict if Daigo continued to hoard weapons of mass destruction.
However, the epicenter of true international resentment lay in Kirigakure. To the world, the Seven-Tails was an asset that the Mist had originally stolen from Takigakure at the end of the war; the beast was supposed to be under Kiri's strict lockdown.
Upon learning that the giant insect had appeared and been sealed in Sunagakure, the high commands of the Mist immediately tied the pieces together in the bitterest way possible. The conclusion was unanimous: Daigo had seized the beast following the bloody naval battle in which Mangetsu Hōzuki, the Fourth Mizukage, had fallen in combat. The humiliation for Kirigakure was absolute.
Through the body of the current Mizukage, Yagura, Obito Uchiha moved the village's strings from the shadows. Deep within a hidden bunker where the mist blended with the darkness, Obito listened to Zetsu's report.
Black Zetsu, keeping his pride intact, deliberately omitted any mention of his direct encounter with Daigo and the loss of his arm on the dune. Instead, the shadows' collective analysis focused on the big picture. Even though the Sand had secured the Bijuu back, the attack had fulfilled a crucial purpose: the village's accelerated progress had been halted in its tracks due to internal casualties and structural damage.
Sunagakure would be busy licking its wounds and rebuilding its foundations for months. With the Sand temporarily removed from the offensive equation, Obito adjusted his mask and made a cold decision.
The next target of the global destabilization plan would be Konohagakure, since Minato's village was also gaining more strength than anticipated in their analyses, and they needed to break its stability before it was too late. Kirigakure, under the absolute control of Obito's Genjutsu, proceeded to issue an order that rippled through the international Bingo Book: Daigo, the Crystal Demon, was officially declared public enemy number one, and the largest economic bounty in the history of the Land of Water was placed upon his head.
While the great nations trembled with distrust, mapped out conspiracies, and put a price on his life, reality in Sunagakure was radically different. A few days after the catastrophic attack, Daigo was not sheltering in the comfort of the Kazekage's office, nor was he dictating decrees from behind an oak desk. He was exactly where his people needed him most: on the front lines of the reconstruction.
The midday sun beat down mercilessly upon the giant breach that the Seven-Tails had torn into the village's peripheral wall. The wind kicked up clouds of dust, and the air was filled with the sounds of hammers, pulleys, and boulders being hauled by teams of laborers and ninjas.
Daigo stood atop an elevated wooden scaffold, his torso clad in a light work tunic and his bare feet firmly planted on the stone. His eyes were fixed on the massive section of the wall that had fallen when repelling the Seven-Tails during the battle.
Steadily channeling his chakra, Daigo extended his hands toward the damaged structure. A pink, crystalline glow began to emanate from his palms, spreading like a network of luminous veins through the newly placed blocks of sandstone.
Using his Shōton, the Kazekage was not just binding the rocks together; he was transmutating the internal minerals of the wall, fusing them with compact layers of pink crystal to grant them a density and resistance capable of enduring direct Bijuu-level impacts. Sweat poured down his tanned face, and his tensed muscles reflected the accumulated fatigue of days of uninterrupted labor. To Daigo, the wall wasn't just defense; it was the physical manifestation of his promise to protect the Sand from any external threat.
The sound of light footsteps and the crunching of sand over the scaffolding subtly caught his attention. Without even having to turn around, Daigo knew exactly who they were. Pakura advanced along the walkway with her usual elegance, dressed in her combat gear but wearing an expression that blended concern and reprimand.
Held firmly in her arms, the little Kimimaro looked at everything around him with massive, curious eyes. Being so small, just a year and a few months old, he didn't know how to walk well enough to navigate the unstable terrain of the construction site, so he clutched tightly onto the fabric of Pakura's clothes with his tiny hands. In her free hand, she carefully carried the wicker basket that revealed lunch had finally arrived.
"How much longer do you plan on staying up here, Daigo?" Pakura scolded, stopping a few paces away and adjusting the baby against her chest. Her eyes betrayed her deep worry.
"You are the Kazekage, not a bricklayer. You've been using your chakra since dawn without tasting a single bite of food or taking a breath. Your body has a limit, no matter how much you insist to yourself that you don't."
Daigo halted the flow of his chakra, letting the newly fortified wall flash one last time under the sun before settling. A genuine, relaxed smile one that only his family could ever evoke softened the hardness of his features. He stepped down from the scaffold with a fluid motion and approached them.
The first thing he did was gently stroke Kimimaro's little head, running his hand through his white hair. The tender baby gave a small smile upon recognizing his papa. Then, Daigo straightened up and, closing the distance to Pakura, planted a tender, firm kiss on her lips, ignoring the sweat on his own brow before taking the wicker basket.
"I'm fine, truly," Daigo replied, looking into her eyes as he took the basket she offered. "I'm almost done securing this sector of the outer wall. If I don't do it myself, the joints of regular sandstone won't withstand the harsh desert climate if a large-scale sandstorm hits us again."
Pakura let out a long, dramatic sigh, shaking her head at her partner's stubbornness, though deep down she knew that very devotion to the village was what made him the perfect leader for the Sand. However, her expression turned serious as she remembered the true reason for her climb up the wall.
"I know it's useless to argue with you about physical labor, but there's something else," Pakura said, taking a step back so Daigo could sit on one of the wooden crates to eat.
"The high council meeting you ordered to evaluate the general state of the village is starting in exactly half an hour. All the department leaders are already arriving at the meeting room of your new tower."
Daigo, who had just uncovered a container of food, froze for a moment with his chopsticks mid-air. He blinked, processing the information, and let out a short, dry chuckle, realizing his own mental slip. Between designing the crystal reinforcements and overseeing the new Kazekage Tower, time had completely slipped through his fingers.
"Wow... I completely forgot about it with everything going on," the Kazekage admitted, glancing at the massive, completed structure before looking back at Pakura.
"Thank you for reminding me. It wouldn't look good for the Kazekage to be late to his own assembly."
Without wasting another moment, Daigo began to eat quickly but orderly, knowing he needed a full stomach and a clear mind before heading in to speak with those waiting for him in the council room. Pakura and Kimimaro remained silently by his side, gazing at the desert horizon, ensuring the leader of the Sand had at least those ten minutes of family peace before putting the formal mantle of ruler back on.
Half an hour later, the heavy wooden doors of the grand meeting room in the kazekage tower closed with a heavy thud. The atmosphere inside was one of sepulchral formality. Seated around the large, semicircular polished stone table were the most influential figures of Sunagakure's new regime.
Rasa sat rigidly in his seat, wearing the official uniform of the ANBU commander, his arms crossed and his calm gaze hiding his thoughts. Beside him sat Sasori in his own original body, his eyes fixed on the void with a cold expression that everyone present knew was due to the irreversible loss of the Third Hokage puppet.
Next to them sat the respected leader of the Yuki clan, representing the refugee factions that were now an integral part of the village's social fabric, flanked by the elder advisors Chiyo and Ebizo, who observed the room with the wisdom and caution of those who had watched multiple generations of ninjas fall. At the opposite end of the table sat Karinna, who was now the head of Sunagakure's new sealing division, and finally Yler, the chief engineer and mastermind behind the technological development of Sunagakure's industrial reform.
The side door swung open, and Daigo entered the room. He had swapped his work clothes for the official robes of the Kazekage, though he left the ceremonial hat off to be more comfortable. His presence immediately filled the room. He walked with a firm stride to the head of the table and sat down, scanning his gaze across every face present.
"I appreciate everyone's punctuality," Daigo began, his voice calm but demanding attention.
"We will get straight to the point. I have been personally supervising the work on the outer perimeter. The peripheral wall is nearly complete and fortified with my Shōton. The eastern residential sectors have been restored, though a bit more work remains, and the field hospitals are operating efficiently thanks to medical support. Generally speaking, Sunagakure's immediate structural security is under control. Therefore, my order is for commercial activities and routine patrols to return to normal in a week's time to finalize everything."
A murmur of agreement rippled through several of the elders and lower-clan leaders. Daigo's efficiency in stabilizing a crisis after a Bijuu-level attack was indisputable.
However, at the far end of the table, Yler did not join the general relief. The chief engineer kept his eyes glued to a series of blueprints and energy-measurement scrolls laid out in front of him.
Daigo noticed his collaborator's tension and locked his eyes onto him. "Yler, you look rather pensive. Any issues with the machinery?"
The engineer swallowed hard, adjusting his glasses before looking up at the Kazekage.
"Daigo-sama... I wish I could share your optimism, but we have a massive engineering crisis that we cannot ignore," Yler declared, his voice trembling slightly under the weight of his own words.
"The wall may be standing, but the vitals of the underground sectors are failing. Due to the rampage and subsequent sealing of the Seven-Tails, we have lost the primary energy source that constantly fed all the automated machinery of the village. The dune elevators, the underground water filtration systems, and the thermal heat generators for the desert nights and ice all depended directly on the channeled flow of the beast's residual chakra."
Sasori subtly shifted his eyes toward Yler, showing a spark of interest for the first time in the meeting, while Rasa did the same.
"Can it not be substituted with the village's normal reserves or the One-Tail's chakra?" Chiyo intervened, arching an eyebrow with curiosity.
"No, Lady Chiyo, that is the real issue," Yler explained, tapping his index finger against one of the measurement scrolls.
"The entire underground system was designed specifically for the energy frequency of a massive chakra pool like the Seven-Tails'. But the worst part is the crystal. The entire network of Shōton that the Kazekage utilized in the foundations to bear the massive weight of the new buildings... requires a constant supply of energy to keep from turning brittle. My readings indicate that if we turn the heavy machinery back on, move the transports, and reactivate urban flow without an equivalent power source, there is a ninety percent chance that the crystal foundations will buckle under mechanical stress. The entire underground sector could collapse in on itself."
The revelation dropped like a bomb in the middle of the council room. Murmurs instantly erupted among the clan leaders and elders. The victory over the Bijuu seemed to pale in comparison to the reality that the very technology helping them solve their water crises now threatened to bury them under its own weight. Karinna looked at Daigo with concern, waiting for a reaction, while Rasa and Sasori kept their eyes fixed on their friend, wanting to see if the man who ruled them had an answer to a problem that swords and crystal jutsus couldn't solve directly.
Daigo did not interrupt the chaos unfolding at the table. He remained in absolute silence, resting his elbows on the polished stone and intertwining his fingers in front of his face.
His pink eye narrowed as he processed Yler's data. The underground levels his great masterpiece, the impregnable sanctuary he had built to elevate the Sand above every other village in the world hung by an energetic thread. If the infrastructure failed, Suna would regress back to its original water crisis, and it would be far harder to execute the future plans he had envisioned for the village.
The Kazekage's silence eventually infected the room, silencing the advisors' arguments until nothing remained but the echo of the desert wind howling against the outer windows. Daigo let out a slow exhale, relaxing his hands.
In the midst of the tide of thoughts and contingency plans, an idea crossed his mind. He remembered something—blurry, but something that could help, possessing enough chakra to feed the village for generations, if not for the rest of time, if it proved true.
"Maintain your composure," Daigo ordered, his voice alone enough to dispel the panic threatening to divide the council. The Kazekage stood up, drawing himself to his full height and sweeping the table with a gaze full of unyielding determination.
"Yler, I understand the severity of your projections. For now, suspend any testing or movement of heavy machinery, and keep the automated systems on a minimum-consumption power state. I want your team to focus exclusively on monitoring the stability of the crystal foundations hour by hour."
Yler nodded immediately, writing notes on his scrolls, visibly relieved to receive a clear directive in the middle of the crisis.
"I have an idea on how to solve the energy shortage of the underground sectors permanently," Daigo continued, locking his eyes onto the geopolitical map displayed at the center of the table, where the positions of the other great villages were marked.
"However, it is an alternative that requires me to confirm certain data before presenting it to this council and proceeding with its execution. I will not give confirmations based on empty promises."
Daigo walked toward the exit of the meeting room, pausing just before crossing the threshold to look back at everyone one last time.
"For now, the priority remains the same: maintain normalcy in the streets, ensure the well-being of all citizens of the village, and show the outside world that Sunagakure stands tall and stronger than ever. This session is officially adjourned."
With the Kazekage's words echoing in the air, leaving the high command shrouded in deep anticipation over their leader's mysterious plan, Daigo crossed through the doors, ready to delve into the deepest secrets of the Sand to save the future of his home.
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