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Guren was submerged in a deep, dense, and comforting sleep. However, morning peace was not destined to last long in Sayuri's residence.
Suddenly, an icy, wet, and extremely heavy sensation impacted right in the center of her face, abruptly interrupting her rest. The cold water seeped through her eyelids and nose, cutting off her breath for a brief second.
Opening her eyes with a mixture of annoyance and panic, and quickly wiping her face with the sleeve of her pajamas, Guren focused her gaze straight ahead to look for the culprit of such audacity. Just beside her bed, standing like a living statue, Daigo watched her in complete silence. The young Kazekage wore his impeccable formal attire, with his white cape brushing the floor and his Kage hat resting perfectly on his head.
His face maintained an unreadable expression, but a subtle gleam of amusement shone in his pink eyes. The shock of seeing the village's Kazekage inside her bedroom first thing in the morning was so sudden and unexpected that Guren took a violent leap backward, getting completely tangled in the blankets and falling heavily onto the floor on her back.
The crash of the fall, accompanied by the girl's dull groan, echoed through the walls of the small home.
In a blink, the bedroom door flew wide open. Sayuri came running in with little Yukimaru tightly secured in her arms, showing a face loaded with worry over what she believed to be an enemy attack or a serious accident. However, noticing the imposing and serene presence of Daigo, the woman's tension vanished instantly, replaced by a look of relief and a slight smile that attempted to hide how funny she found the scene.
Daigo let out a small, soft laugh, breaking the room's tense silence, and looked at the woman politely.
"Good morning, Sayuri. I apologize for the uproar and for entering this way," Daigo said with an astonishing calmness, adjusting the folds of his cape. "I came to find my new student. It is time for her to start paying for her stay in the village with hard work. I will take care of Guren for the rest of the day, so do not worry about preparing her food or supervising her. She will be in good hands, although I doubt she will think the same in the coming hours."
Guren, still sprawled on the floor and trying to untangle herself from the knot of sheets imprisoning her legs, opened her mouth full of indignation to protest energetically and demand time to get ready, brush her hair, and dress appropriately. But Daigo had absolutely no intention of granting concessions or wasting time on morning formalities. With an extremely agile, precise, and swift movement, the Kazekage leaned over, firmly grabbed the girl by the back of her shirt collar, and lifted her off the floor as if she were a ragdoll or a simple feather. Without the slightest physical effort, he settled her with a single, swift motion onto his right shoulder.
"Hey! Let me go, you lazy jerk! Put me down right now! At least let me change my clothes, you can't carry me through the village in pajamas!" Guren protested at the top of her lungs, kicking desperately in the air and uselessly punching the Kage's back with her fists, failing to move him even a single millimeter.
Utterly unfazed by the deafening screams, childish insults, or the blows to his back, Daigo walked with total parsimony toward the house's exit, greeting Sayuri with a slight and elegant nod of his head. The woman could only wave her hand in the air as a goodbye, internally pitying the harsh day that awaited the little crystal wielder.
Once outside the residential area, Daigo did not use the common streets to avoid drawing the attention of the civilians and ninjas starting their daily routines. Instead, he channeled chakra into the soles of his feet and took a massive leap, bounding onto the rooftops and crossing Sunagakure's stone canyons at an impressive speed. The dry desert wind whipped against Guren's face, who had already stopped screaming out of pure exhaustion and now simply clung to the Kage's cape to avoid falling into the void.
In a few minutes, they arrived at the Kazekage's private training ground. It was an immense and desolate area, strategically located in one of the deepest sectors of the village's defenses, surrounded by colossal rock formations that acted as natural barriers against sandstorms and prying eyes. The ground consisted of a hard, compact clay rock, perfect for enduring high-magnitude jutsu without eroding easily.
Reaching the exact center of the terrain, Daigo stopped his advance and, with the same abruptness with which he had taken her, dropped Guren to the ground. The girl landed flat on her backside against the rocky surface, letting out a whine as she rubbed the sore area and tried to regain her balance, dizzy from the high-speed travel.
Guren, with her hair completely disheveled, her pajamas covered in dust, and her brow furrowed to the extreme, glared at him with a fury that looked ready to set the place on fire.
"Why on earth did you have to bring me here so fast and so early?" Guren exclaimed, standing up with difficulty and crossing her arms defiantly. "I almost had a heart attack on the way! A true master doesn't kidnap their students at dawn!"
"It is time to begin your official training, Guren," Daigo replied, removing his Kazekage hat and placing it carefully on a nearby rock, revealing his gray hair that fluttered slightly in the breeze. "And in the world of Sand ninjas, there is nothing better for bodily development than starting the morning with strict physical conditioning. The air is cleaner, the heat is still bearable, and the mind is clear. So stop complaining and start running around the perimeter of this field. If you stop, if you slow down, or if you attempt to falter, you will suffer a punishment you will not like."
Guren looked at him with absolute disdain, scoffing with an excessive amount of annoyance. In her mind, still accustomed to Orochimaru's structure where power was obtained through drugs, genetic modifications, and forbidden jutsu, the idea of running like an ordinary civilian seemed like a stupid and degrading waste of time. Decided to ignore him and prove that no one, not even the leader of the village, could bend her pride so easily, the girl turned around haughtily and began to walk at a slow pace toward the field's exit, ready to head back to her bed.
However, she did not manage to take even three steps before the environment surrounding her seemed to react to the Kage's will. Daigo did not even move from his position or perform hand seals; he simply released an imperceptible pulse of his chakra. The solid rock ground beneath Guren's feet seemed to come to life in a millisecond. The earth surged and rose in a swift, hard, and compact protrusion that struck her hard on the back of her legs, completely destabilizing her and launching her through the air several meters directly toward the center of the training field, where she fell rolling in an unglamorous manner onto the dust.
"I told you to run, not walk toward the exit!" Daigo's voice sentenced. "If you turn your back on me again, the next earth column won't be so soft. Move!"
From that precise moment, true earthly hell began for Guren. The girl, understanding that Daigo was not playing and that he possessed absolute control over every single grain of sand and rock in the area, stood up cursing under her breath and began to jog.
But jogging was not enough. Every time her legs faltered or her pace dropped due to physical fatigue, Daigo used his control of the terrain to agitate the ground. Blasts of fine sand struck her ankles to force her to lift her knees higher, improvised stone walls appeared out of nowhere blocking her path and forcing her to jump or change direction abruptly, and small cracks opened at her feet to test her reflexes.
The desert sun began to rise in the sky, and what at first was a cool morning quickly transformed into a suffocating heat that drained the energy of the young crystal wielder. Guren felt her pajamas sticking to her body due to the sweat, the sand dust entering her eyes and throat, and her muscles—never trained for pure endurance—beginning to burn as if they contained liquid fire inside.
A distinct and prolonged time skip became evident in the desolate training field. The sun was already at its highest point, bathing the entire desert in an incandescent light.
Guren was completely laid out on the ground, facing up, with her arms and legs spread out in a cross. Her chest rose and fell with wild desperation, panting heavily in search of air that felt like it was never enough. Her face was red from the effort and the heat, and thick drops of sweat rolled down her forehead, dragging the dust of the path with them. She felt her legs weighing her down as if they were made of lead and her lungs felt ready to burst at any moment. She had run, jumped, and dodged obstacles for hours without a single second of rest.
Daigo, observing her from a distance with an impeccable posture and without showing the slightest sign of tiredness or sweat on his own skin, approached with slow and measured steps. In his right hand, he held a metal canteen dripping with water.
"Drink a little. That is enough conditioning for the moment," Daigo said, bending down slightly and extending the canteen toward her. "Don't drink too fast or you will get nauseous. Get up and come eat something to recover the energy you've wasted complaining."
The proposal caught Guren by surprise, as she expected to receive more scoldings or an immediate order to keep doing push-ups. With a superhuman effort, the girl propped herself up on her elbows, lifting her head with difficulty. Looking to her right, she opened her eyes in astonishment noticing that, at some point during the last few hours, the Kazekage had molded a table and two polished stone seats using his Earth Style. Resting on the surface were bowls filled with lean, protein-rich meat, water-packed fruits, and rations designed specifically for the village's elite muscle recovery.
Without a second thought, driven by a ravenous hunger she had never felt in her life, Guren crawled as best as she could, climbed onto the stone seat, and began to devour the food with total desperation, completely forgetting about manners. Daigo sat quietly on the other side of the table, taking a piece of fruit and watching her eat in an absolute silence, allowing the girl to catch her breath and regain her composure.
After calming the roaring in her stomach and drinking the last drop of water from the canteen, Guren set the empty bowl back on the table with a dull thud. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she locked her dark, determined eyes directly onto Daigo's pink ones, asking the question that had been eating away at her mind ever since she set foot in Sunagakure.
"When are we going to start training the crystal for real?" Guren asked with a vibrant impatience in her voice. "Running and dodging rocks is what any mediocre ninja does. I have the Crystal Style. That's what I really want to master, I want to learn the destructive jutsu you use, I want to become truly strong."
Daigo listened to the question with total serenity. He set the fruit down on the table, leaned back in his stone seat, and kept a long silence, letting the rustle of the desert wind fill the space. Then, he nodded his head slowly, fixing his gaze on the palms of his own hands.
"The Crystal Style is not a power to be taken lightly, Guren, and much less is it something that should be trained with haste," Daigo began to explain, adopting a more mature tone. "In order for me to master the crystal to the level I possess today, I had to go through an extremely long, rigorous, and painful biological and mental process. I was not born manifesting crystals out of nowhere. First, I dedicated entire years of my childhood to perfecting my innate affinity with the Earth Element, understanding its molecular density, its hardness, and its geometric structure.
"After that, I had to travel and isolate myself in the depths of the Crystal Cave, a hidden place with a unique atmosphere and pressure where, after shedding a lot of time, I managed to manifest the crystal for the first time from the minerals of the earth. But the path did not stop there; to give it the versatility, fluidity, and beauty that my style possesses, I had to master the Water Element and, the most complex part of all, deeply understand the spiritual and physical balance of Yin and Yang chakra. Only by combining the solidity of earth, the fluidity of water, and the energy of Yin-Yang can one create a true, indestructible, and eternal crystal."
Daigo paused briefly, narrowing his eyes analytically.
"You, on the other hand, seem to have a genetically superior natural talent in that specific aspect," the Kazekage continued, crossing his arms over his chest. "Thanks to the experiments, cellular modifications, and drugs Orochimaru injected into your body during your years in his laboratories, you already possess the genetic capacity to manifest the molecular structure of the crystal directly, skipping the entire elemental learning process that took me a decade. Your body recognizes the Crystal Style as an extension of your blood. But therein lies your greatest danger, and the reason why you are here today running until you faint."
Guren frowned, confused by the Kage's words. "My greatest danger? Is having an advantage a danger?"
"That's right," Daigo sentenced bluntly. "Your mind knows how to activate the crystal, but what you lack is creating a physical container capable of enduring it. The Crystal Style is not like fire or water, which flow freely outside the body. The crystal requires a monstrous compaction and density of chakra that occurs inside your own pathways before manifesting on the outside.
"By not having a strong, resilient body with dense muscles and perfectly trained and widened chakra pathways, the tremendous internal pressure of your own power will end up destroying your organs and collapsing your system from the inside. Every time you use a powerful crystal jutsu with that weak body you have, you are killing yourself a little bit. My training isn't to teach you jutsu; it's to strengthen your flesh and bones so you don't explode the next time you try to create a crystal dome."
Guren kept her gaze fixed on Daigo, nodding her head mechanically and slowly. Internally, her childish brain had barely managed to assimilate half of the technical, molecular, and Yin-Yang chakra balance concepts that the Kage had just thrown at her. For her, coming from a philosophy where power was obtained through the desire to survive and violence, all that scientific explanation felt foreign, though Daigo's tone was so confident that she did not dare to doubt his words. To her mind, the training still seemed simply like an unjustified physical torture, but now she understood there was a greater purpose hidden behind the suffering.
Daigo, whose perceptiveness was a match for his strategic intellect, immediately noticed the subtle look of disconnection and confusion in his student's dark eyes. He knew instantly that she had gotten lost in the deep details of the explanation and that the girl hadn't understood even half of the structural theory of the Crystal Style. A small and almost imperceptible amused smile formed on the Kazekage's lips, who stood up from the stone seat with a natural grace, adjusting the cape over his shoulders.
"Well, I see it's too much theoretical information for a mind that is still half-exhausted," Daigo said with a much lighter and more relaxed tone, breaking the moment's tension. "For now, we have finished the first phase. Walk back to your house, take a good bath with warm water, rest your muscles, eat whatever Sayuri prepares, and return here this afternoon without fail so we can continue with the physical routine and the widening of your chakra pathways. Don't be late."
Guren didn't think twice nor did she wait for the Kage to change his mind. She got off the stone seat as best as she could, feeling her legs shaking like jelly, and began to walk at an extremely slow, clumsy, and sore pace toward the canyon's exit, dragging her feet and murmuring a litany of internal curses and silent complaints against the harsh, implacable, and ruthless training regimen of the Sand Village.
Daigo watched her depart in silence, keeping his gaze fixed on the small silhouette in pajamas until she completely disappeared behind the immense sand dunes surrounding the training field. Nodding to himself, fully satisfied with the latent potential and mental resilience the girl had shown by not giving up despite the exhaustion, the Kazekage closed his eyes for a moment. Using the body flicker technique, he vanished from the private training field in a blink of pure speed, without kicking up a single grain of dust.
In the next quantum instant, Daigo materialized his presence in a completely different and much more secluded sector of the village: the temporary residential complex that had been exclusively assigned to the Yuki Clan.
Upon entering the main area, Daigo analyzed the environment with a critical eye. He noticed the members of the Yuki clan trying to adapt to their new place; many were holding water canteens they had frozen to have cold water.
As he entered the house of the clan leader, the Kazekage was immediately received by the leader of the clan, a man of an incredibly serene, mature appearance, with light hair and icy eyes that were nonetheless loaded with an absolute respect toward the figure of the Kage who had rescued them from certain execution.
"Kazekage-sama, it is a true honor and a privilege to have you here in our facilities," Hakuro Yuki greeted, kneeling briefly before standing up and bowing his head with deference. "To what do we owe the honor of your visit on such a hot day?"
"Hello, Hakuro. Please, dispense with the formalities, there is no need for you to bow before me," Daigo replied, removing his hat to speak eye-to-eye with the clan leader. "I have come personally today to inform you about the current status of your definitive relocation process within Sunagakure. I know perfectly well that the desert's current climate is a very difficult, exhausting, and annoying trial for your people, who are used to the cold and humidity of the Land of Water."
Daigo walked toward the house's window, observing the desert's golden horizon before continuing.
"I want you to know, Hakuro, and to pass it on to your entire clan, that I am doing absolutely everything in my power as Kazekage to secure a definitive residential plot for you that meets the exact specifications required by your Ice Style to be trained and preserved optimally. However, due to the sterile geography we find ourselves in, building a residential zone with such specific climatic conditions will require a reasonable amount of time and meticulous planning. I ask for your patience."
Hakuro listened to the young leader's words with great attention. Far from showing frustration or discontent over the wait, an expression of deep and sincere gratitude softened the typically cold features of his face. The leader of the Yuki clan took a step forward and placed a hand over his chest, speaking with a calmness and firmness that demonstrated the loyalty Suna had sown in their hearts.
"Do not worry about the time in the slightest, Kazekage-sama," Hakuro replied with a calm and resolute voice. "The desert is hot, scorching, and difficult—it is an undeniable reality for our bodies. But I want you to know that as long as the village, its soldiers, and its administration continue to treat us with the immense respect, human dignity, and absolute protection you have granted us since the very first second we set foot in this country, the Yuki clan will patiently wait for as long as necessary, whether it be months or years. We come from a place where we were hunted like animals because of our blood; here, our children can sleep without fear of being murdered in the night. We are deeply happy and grateful to be under your benevolent command, Kazekage-sama. Our ice belongs to the Sand."
Daigo nodded with solemnity and a subtle show of satisfaction at Hakuro's words, feeling pleased by the maturity, loyalty, and immense patience of the clan.
Internally, the Kazekage's mind began to work at full speed, remembering the astonishing secret that Granny Chiyo had revealed to him during the council meeting regarding the gigantic ocean of frozen water trapped deep within Sunagakure's earth. If that information from the Second Kazekage turned out to be true, it would not only solve the Yuki clan's problem but transform the village forever.
With the promise of a bright future sealed between both leaders and the village's outlook in perfect stability, the Kazekage bade farewell to Hakuro with a firm handshake, leaving the residential complex ready to plan his next and historic move into the bowels of the earth.
Meanwhile, in the civilian areas of the village, the mass adoption plan that Daigo had offered before the council was bearing its first and touching fruits. The girls and the rest of the Kaguya clan infants, having received corresponding medical treatments at the central hospital to ensure their illnesses were not far enough advanced, had been meticulously distributed among Sunagakure's most loyal, stable, and loving civilian families, under the strict and constant supervision of Pakura.
In one of the homes within the commercial district, a little Kaguya girl with white hair and almond-shaped eyes sat at the table of her new home. Her hands, full of scars from the brutal training of her old camp in the Mist, trembled slightly as she held a pair of chopsticks. In front of her, a Sand civilian couple, a baker and his wife, watched her with a warmth that the little girl had never experienced in her short existence.
"Eat as much as you want, little one," the civilian woman said with a sweet smile, placing a massive plate of hot stew and roasted meat in front of her. "Starting today, this is your home. No one is going to force you to fight, no one is going to hurt you ever again. You are safe here."
The Kaguya girl looked at the plate of food, then looked at the woman's hands which bore no weapons or marks of war, and finally observed the warm, bright atmosphere of the room, where the sun entered peacefully through the window. For the first time in her life, the wild, violent, and feline instinct that her parents had beaten into her began to melt away, replaced by a strange and overwhelming feeling of peace, belonging, and a silent weeping that washed away her chaotic past.
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