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The imposing leader of the Kaguya Clan, felt the pressure of the dense stone begin to gradually yield, allowing air to return to his lungs.
The massive warrior fell heavily to his feet on the rocky ground, panting with force but maintaining a fixed gaze loaded with a mixture of incredulity and deep respect toward the young man who stood before him without a single drop of sweat on his forehead.
"Hahaha! You are a tough guy to peel, brat..." Garō exclaimed, wiping away the thick blood that decorated his chin with a sweep of his hand and showing his sharp canines in a grimace that intended to be a smile.
"You called us weak right to our faces and gave us a superb beating without even using your famous Crystal Style... Just pure earth. Alright, I'll keep my men quiet for now. You have my attention, Kazekage. I will listen well to that proposal you have for us."
Daigo, keeping his hands hidden beneath the folds of his impeccable white Kazekage cloak, nodded slightly, allowing the five Shadows of the Desert to lower their guard partially, though without fully sheathing the legendary swords of the Mist.
"I am glad that we can use reason before blood, Kaguya leader," Daigo responded with an imperturbable serenity.
"Walk. I prefer to speak in a place where we are not surrounded by recent corpses."
The group moved up the hill, formally entering the heart of the Kaguya clan's settlement. As they advanced, the eyes of Daigo and his Shadows minutely analyzed the environment, and what they witnessed left them internally disconcerted.
The place did not look like a normal ninja village; it was a rustic, chaotic, and violent camp. They saw two wounded adult warriors fighting with bare fists over a piece of meat, laughing out loud while their own broken bones pierced through their skin. In another corner, a woman bandaged a deep wound on her leg while encouraging her young son to keep hitting a rock with his bloodied knuckles.
There was no care, no compassion; they treated each other with a wild and excessive brutality.
Daigo, observing the scene in silence under the brim of his hat, confirmed the stories he had heard. They were truly mad, consumed by a philosophy of life where conflict alone dictated the value of existence.
In that instant, Daigo knew that the original massive relocation plan he had used with the Yuki Clan would have to undergo a drastic and immediate change if he wanted this to work for Sunagakure.
By late afternoon, they gathered around an immense central bonfire in the middle of the camp, where almost all of the surviving Kaguya grouped together, watching the foreigners with suspicious and feline glances.
Daigo sat elegantly on a fallen log, crossing one leg with parsimony while the Kaguya leader settled on the other side of the fire, crossing his massive arms covered in bony protuberances.
"Well, I don't think I've introduced myself. I am Garō. Kazekage, speak at once," Garō urged, locking his dark eyes onto Daigo.
"I know perfectly well what is happening in the Land of Water," Daigo began, his modulated voice spreading above the crackling of the flames.
"This civil war is bleeding your lands dry, and there is no clear future for anyone. I have come to this territory with a specific purpose: to seek out strong clans that are willing to abandon this sinking ship and formally join Sunagakure. In exchange for serving the Desert as our military force, my village will offer you absolute protection, stable resources, and a safe place to live without fear of the Mizukage's executions."
Garō listened to the words with attention, but a grimace of disdain crossed his face. The leader spat a small splinter of bone toward the fire before responding.
"A generous offer for cowards, but we are warriors," Garō replied, leaning forward.
"Tell me something, Kazekage... If you possess such an absurd power like the one you used to kill the previous Mizukage and beat Konoha, and your men carry the sacred swords of our village... Why don't you use that strength to destroy Kirigakure's army? You could crush Yagura, take the Village of the Mist by force, and claim all these lands and clans as part of Sunagakure. It would be a battle history would save."
Daigo stared fixedly at the Kaguya leader, maintaining the same cold and analytical tone he had used hours before with the heiress of the Terumī.
"I already gave this same response to the Terumī, and I will repeat it to you, Garō," Daigo sentenced in a sharp manner.
"If I place a permanent military foot in the ocean and annex Kirigakure, the other great nations like Konoha, Iwa, and Kumo will immediately target us as the strongest and most dangerous enemy on the map. That would unleash an instant World War, and I have no interest in sacrificing my village's resources for humid lands that are of no use to me. Sunagakure does not seek to expand at the cost of others' wars."
Garō kept silent for a moment, assimilating the geopolitical logic of the Kage. Although his mind understood the strategic argument, his indomable pride as a warrior completely refused the idea of packing their things, turning their backs, and abandoning a bloody battle that they themselves had started against the Mist ninjas.
Daigo, reading to perfection the negation and blind pride reflected on the faces of the Kaguya clan adults, decided it was the moment to play his secret card; a truth that perhaps could break the stubbornness of these people.
"Tell me, Garō..." Daigo let out, narrowing his eyes. "How are your people's illnesses going? How much lifespan is left for the warriors sitting around this bonfire?"
The question fell like a bucket of ice water over the camp. The silence became sepulchral. Several adults tensed immediately, and Garō opened his eyes with a mixture of surprise and repressed suspicion.
No one outside the clan knew about the secret evil that consumed them from the inside.
"How do you know about that?" Garō growled, his tone becoming dangerously low.
"What the hell do you know about our people?"
"I know more than you think," Daigo responded, rising slowly and allowing the fire to illuminate his face.
"And most importantly: I have a way to cure that evil that kills you from childhood."
Garō let out a dry laugh, devoid of joy. "Cure us? Many have tried and all have failed, and now they are dead. Our own blood devours us when we become strong. It is the price of the Shikotsumyaku. There is no medicine for that."
"It is not a birth curse, nor is it the price of your power," Daigo interrupted with a certainty that left the Kaguya mute.
"It is the result of your own ignorance and the geography of this country. Your Kekkei Genkai manipulates bone cells at a monstrous speed, processing tons of calcium. But for the body to fix that calcium into the skeleton and prevent it from floating freely through the blood, destroying your lungs and kidneys, it needs a vital catalyst: Vitamin D. And that vitamin is only obtained from one direct source... direct sunlight."
Daigo extended his arm, pointing to the sky covered in clouds and perpetual mist of the Land of Water.
"Look around you. You live submerged in a perpetual fog, under gray skies and in the darkness of humid forests. Not content with that, you lock up your most gifted children in dark stone cells out of fear of their strength. You have been killing yourselves for generations by depriving your bodies of sunlight. The desert of Sunagakure, where the sun strikes with an implacable intensity every day of the year, is the natural cure for your lineage."
The Kaguya looked at each other, completely impacted by the medical revelation. It made too much sense to be false.
Garō remained pensive, weighing the Kazekage's words, feeling for the first time a shred of hope for the future of his bloodline. However, Daigo had not finished speaking, and his gaze turned somber as he looked at the mature warriors.
"But do not be mistaken," Daigo continued, locking his pink eyes onto the leader. "This treatment is not for you. It is not for the adults."
"What are you saying?" Garō asked, frowning.
"The adults of this clan are already too sick," Daigo explained with an inevitable medical crudeness.
"Your internal organs are already severely calcified, your lungs are undone, and your bodies are so accustomed to living on the brink of collapse that the desert sun will not be able to reverse the severe damage you already have. Your time has already run out, Garō."
The Kaguya leader clenched his fists, but he did not refute the words. He knew in his heart of hearts that Daigo spoke the truth; he himself felt the agonizing pain in his chest every morning.
"The only way for this plan to work," the Kazekage sentenced, fixing his sight on the little ones watching from the rear,
"is to apply it to the children. They are young, their physical constitutions are not yet severely damaged, and their organs can still be saved if we take them out of this damn humidity immediately. I came to save the Kaguya lineage, not to carry warriors who prefer to die on the battlefield."
"Never!" Garō roared, standing up with pride. "I will not hand our children over to you so they can flee while we stay behind!"
"Think of your lineage, Garō," Daigo interrupted, taking a step forward and releasing a flash of his imposing chakra.
"What value does your pride have if in ten years the name of the Kaguya will disappear from the face of the earth? If you stay here, all the children will die coughing up blood in a cell or under the swords of Kirigakure. If you hand them over to me, I will build a new home for them. Their blood will survive, and future generations will know that their parents had the courage to secure their future."
Daigo's words struck the leader's pride with the force of a mallet.
Garō looked at the children of the clan, saw the paleness on their faces, and for the first time in his life, the savage warrior sighed with a deep and resigned maturity.
"Alright... you win, Kazekage," Garō conceded, lowering his shoulders in a sign of absolute surrender.
"I will hand over to you every single one of the children of our clan. Take them to Sunagakure. Make them grow strong under that sun you speak of, and rebuild our clan over there, in the sands."
"I accept the deal," Daigo responded with solemnity. "I promise you they will not be used as disposable tools. They will grow as citizens of the Desert and they will become strong."
Garō nodded and immediately turned around toward the bonfire, raising his loud voice to address the rest of the adults of the clan.
He explained the decision with firmness and, although at first there were murmurs of discontent, the absolute respect they had for their leader and the desire that their children not suffer the same agony made them accept the deal. However, Garō did not limit himself to announcing the delivery of the minors.
"Listen well, Kaguya warriors!" Garō roared, his eyes igniting with a demencial and final spark of warrior emotion.
"To give our children a clean departure and ensure that the Kazekage takes them out of this country without anyone pursuing them... We will make one last attack with all the adults! We will march directly toward the front lines of Kirigakure and fight until our last breath. We will die as what we are: indomable warriors!"
Upon hearing the announcement of the suicide attack, the discontent of the adults vanished instantly, replaced by a wave of shouts of euphoria, wild laughs, and war chants.
The men and women fit for combat began to prepare their bone swords and their weapons with an overflowing emotion. For them, that death on the battlefield was the perfect end they had always desired.
Before this display of madness and fervor, Daigo remained completely on the sidelines, doing nothing to stop them.
He knew perfectly well that marching in that manner against Kirigakure was a certain death for all the adults of the clan, but he understood it was their culture and the only way those savages could find peace.
Shortly after, the adults began to gather all the children of the settlement.
Just as Daigo had deduced, the physical constitutions of the infants were extremely weak; they were extremely skinny, malnourished, and possessed skins of a pale and sickly whiteness due to the chronic lack of sunlight and constant humidity.
After a brief and rough farewell between Daigo and the leader Garō, where the destiny of both generations was sealed with a firm handshake, the Kazekage and the five Shadows gathered the group of minors and began to move rapidly in the direction of the Land of Tea, using the secret routes to take the future seeds of the Kaguya Clan out of the Land of Water once and for all, leaving behind the echo of the Mist's last and bloody song.
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