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The following morning in Sunagakure began with a stillness. While the upper streets of the village gradually filled with the hustle and bustle of merchants, at the peak of the Kazekage's Tower, a mission was being prepared that could change the geopolitical destiny of the Land of Wind forever.
Daigo was in his office, but he was not wearing the heavy silks or ceremonial robes of his office. Instead, he wore a tight Sand combat tactical uniform, along with everything he needed.
The office door opened with a soft click, and Pakura entered the office holding a weekly financial report. Upon seeing Daigo's attire and the tools on the table, the kunoichi stopped dead in her tracks, raising an eyebrow with clear surprise and concern.
"I see you have no intention of spending the day signing papers, Dai," Pakura commented, closing the door behind her and crossing her arms. "Where are you going with that gear? There are no reports of threats on the borders, and the Shadows have not yet returned from the Land of Water."
Daigo looked up, showing a confident smile as he finished adjusting the last pouch on his tactical belt.
"I'm not going outward, Pakura-chan. I'm going downward," Daigo replied, pointing at the floor with his index finger. "The story Granny Chiyo told us yesterday at the council meeting hasn't stopped spinning in my head. An ocean of water, frozen and compacted directly beneath our feet since the founding of the village... If that information from the Second Kazekage is real, Sunagakure holds the key to stop relying on humiliating trade treaties for water. We will be able to supply the Yuki clan and, most importantly, secure the autonomous survival of our people."
Pakura's eyes widened, assimilating the magnitude of Daigo's words. However, her common sense and experience as an elite shinobi made her take a step forward, resting her hands on the desk.
"Are you going down there all alone blindly? Daigo, the lower layers of the bedrock in this region are unstable," Pakura warned in a serious tone. "If you use too much chakra or if you collapse the wrong underground vein, the weight of millions of tons of sand will come crashing down. You could sink half the village or end up buried alive miles deep where no one will be able to track your chakra."
Daigo walked over to her, gently placing a hand under her chin to instill calmness.
"Don't worry. No one in this world has a better affinity with Doton than I do right now. I can feel everything miles away thanks to my seismic sense," Daigo assured firmly. "Precisely because of the danger of collapse is why I must go alone. If I take a traditional excavation team, the noise and crude methods would trigger a disaster. I need you to stay up here. Maintain order in the tower, oversee that the integration of the Kaguya stays on course, and keep an eye on Guren's progress at the training field. I'll be back before nightfall, or so I hope."
Pakura let out a resigned sigh, but the determination in her partner's pink eyes prevented her from arguing further. A proud smile formed on her face.
"All right. But if you don't return by dinner, I will go down to find you myself with my Shakuton, even if I have to melt the rock until I find you," Pakura replied with a tone that mixed mockery and absolute seriousness.
"It's a deal," Daigo nodded with a smile, stepping closer to Pakura to give her a groggy kiss, which she did not deny, returning it instantly.
Leaving the main office, Daigo headed toward the lower levels of the tower's structure. He descended through stone spiral staircases that few knew existed, passing classified archives, medical labs, and high-security cells, until he reached a massive, rusted iron hatch in the deepest and most historic basement of the building. It was a restricted area, covered by decades of dust, where the Second Kazekage used to perform his first excavation and water-channeling experiments during the founding years.
Daigo pushed the heavy door, which screeched in protest from the lack of use, and entered a small chamber of natural rock. The air down here already felt dense, heavy, and charged with a suffocating heat emanating from the geothermal pressure of the desert.
The Kazekage placed himself in the center of the room. He bent his knees slightly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, stabilizing his chakra network. He performed a short sequence of hand seals; his elemental mastery had already surpassed the basic level. He simply concentrated a massive amount of energy into the soles of his feet and his legs.
"Doton: Moguragakure no Jutsu (Earth Style: Hiding Like a Mole Technique)," he whispered to himself.
Instantly, the solid, hardened rock of the floor seemed to soften beneath his feet, turning into an almost liquid substance that began to swallow his body vertically. Daigo began to sink into the bowels of the earth at an impressive speed. As he descended, he used his chakra not only to open the way but to re-compact and harden the walls of the tunnel he left behind, ensuring that the vertical structure would not collapse from the weight above.
The descent was a claustrophobic and extreme experience. One hundred meters, three hundred meters, five hundred meters... Daigo submerged deeper and deeper into the absolute darkness of the earth's crust. Through his sensory perception, connected directly to the earth, he could feel the massive vibrations of Sunagakure above him: the walking of ninjas, the weight of the mud buildings, and the constant flow of the surface dunes. The heat in the tunnel increased drastically, becoming a suffocating oven that made sweat run down his forehead and soak his tactical uniform. The pressure in his ears was brutal, forcing him to constantly channel chakra to protect his eardrums.
However, Daigo did not stop. His iron will pushed him downward, guided by the vague suspicion that Chiyo's story was not just a nostalgic myth.
At eight hundred meters deep, the nature of the rock changed drastically. It stopped being the dry, porous clay of the desert and became an ultra-dense, black volcanic stone as hard as steel. Daigo had to triple the intensity of his Doton chakra to break through, feeling the earth's resistance trying to forcefully halt his advance.
Suddenly, just as his seismic sense was about to recalculate the route due to the physical fatigue of molding so much volcanic stone, he detected a violent, drastic, and absolute change in the density of the ground right beneath his feet. There was no more rock. There was a total void, an immense mass of nothingness that stretched for miles.
With one last pulse of concentrated energy, Daigo broke through the final barrier of black stone and fell into the void.
The Kazekage plummeted through absolute darkness. Using his shinobi reflexes, he straightened his body in mid-air and channeled chakra into his feet to cushion the impact. Seconds later, his boots hit a smooth, hard, and strangely slippery surface, producing a dry, crystal-clear echo that resonated through what seemed to be a space of colossal proportions.
Daigo remained crouched in a guard stance, listening intently. There was no sound of wind, no dripping water, nor the suffocating heat that had been choking him throughout the entire vertical descent. On the contrary, the air that entered his lungs was icy—so extremely cold that it froze the sweat on his face almost instantly and caused a thick cloud of vapor to leave his mouth as he breathed.
Curious and amazed by the radical change in temperature, Daigo brought his hand up to form a hand seal, and a small fireball shot out from his mouth, illuminating everything.
As he raised his hand and illuminated the environment, the words died in Daigo's throat. His pink eyes widened completely, fixed in an expression of absolute awe and mystical reverence that he had never shown in his life.
"So what Granny Chiyo said was one hundred percent true," Daigo murmured, his voice losing itself in the immense echo of the cavern.
Stretching out as far as the fire's reflection could illuminate and fading into miles of shadows, a cavern of titanic proportions opened up before him—a space so immense it could easily house all of Sunagakure and three more villages within its boundaries. But the truly impressive thing was not the size of the cave, but what filled the floor.
Before his eyes lay a massive, colossal underground ocean, but there were no waves or movement. The entire mass of water was completely frozen, transformed into a gigantic, compact block of ancient ice, incredibly pure and of a mystical translucent blue color that seemed to glow with its own light under the reflection of Daigo's fire. Colossal structures of ice stalactites tens of meters long hung from the black rock ceiling, pointing toward the frozen ground like gigantic swords of a forgotten army. The air in the place was of an extreme polar cold, a gélid and perfect atmosphere that had remained intact, trapped, and protected in the heart of the hottest and most ruthless desert in the shinobi world for centuries.
Daigo began to walk slowly across the surface of the frozen sea. The dull crunch of his boots on the pure ice was the only sound breaking the deathly silence of the cavern. He prepared himself by stomping the soles of his feet on the frozen surface and closed his eyes, sending a pulse of chakra directly into the depths of the block.
His mind was instantly filled with information. The ice was miles thick. It was water so pure and ancient that it lacked the impurities of the desert's surface soil. It was, literally, the greatest treasure Sunagakure could have ever dreamed of. Liquid gold in the form of perpetual ice. With this, the village's water scarcity would be a myth of the past; they could create green zones, infinite supplies for the population, and the perfect residential habitat for the Yuki clan to train their Hyōton without limitations.
However, as Daigo deepened his analysis and calculated the cave's structure, the triumphant smile that was starting to form on his lips vanished completely, replaced by an expression of frustration and extreme seriousness. His brow furrowed notably.
He ran straight into the harsh, cold reality of physics and geology: he was the strongest shinobi of the Sand, but he was not a structural engineer.
As he projected the map of the subsoil in his mind, Daigo understood the deadly danger that this sea of ice represented. The immense frozen mass was the only thing supporting the stability of the upper bedrock. If he tried to use brute force, or if he used a massive fire jutsu to melt the ice and extract the water to the surface without precise control, the loss of volume and the pressure from the millions of tons of sand of Sunagakure above would cause the entire subsoil to collapse immediately. The entire village would sink into a vortex of sand, burying citizens alongside ninjas in seconds.
To extract that water safely, an engineering feat unprecedented in the history of the Shinobi Nations was required. It needed reinforced pressure piping systems, automated steam boilers to melt the ice in specific sectors without altering the pressure of the rock ceiling, and technological support pillars capable of replacing the volume of the extracted ice. Sunagakure, with its technology based on clay pots, wooden puppets, and traditional ninja techniques, was centuries away from possessing that knowledge.
Daigo clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white, lightly punching the ice beneath his feet in frustration. He had the ultimate salvation of his village right in front of his eyes, within arm's reach, but he couldn't touch it because his power and chakra were useless against the laws of physics.
"Brute force is useless here," Daigo whispered, looking at the colossal ice stalactites surrounding him. "If I try to get it out alone, I will destroy my own home. I need knowledge... I need engineers, advanced technology, automation, and heavy metallurgy that do not exist in the five great ninja countries."
He stood in the center of the frozen sea for what seemed like hours, trying to remember something about the anime that could help him with this problem—a village that had enough technology to aid him in this.
Nightfall had already descended upon Sunagakure when the iron hatch of the tower's basement opened once again.
In the Kazekage's office, Pakura was reviewing the last scrolls of the day, visibly restless and glancing at the wall clock every few minutes. Suddenly, the main office door burst open, and a figure walked in, dragging his feet in an unusual manner.
Pakura jumped up from her seat immediately, her eyes widening in shock.
It was Daigo, but his state was pitiful. The young, imposing Kazekage was completely covered in a thick layer of white frost from his shoulders down to his boots. His hair, usually flawless, was frozen into rigid spikes, his eyelashes held tiny ice crystals, and his lips showed a slightly blue tint. His entire body shivered violently and uncontrollably—an absurd contrast for a man who ruled the hottest desert in the world. The polar cold of the subsoil had penetrated to his bones after spending hours analyzing the cavern without proper thermal clothing.
"Daigo! You're frozen!" Pakura exclaimed, dropping the papers and running toward him.
Without hesitation, the kunoichi instantly activated her Shakuton (Scorch Style), causing three small spheres of moderate heat to appear floating around her. She regulated the intensity so as not to burn him, but rather to radiate a comforting warmth that enveloped the Kage's body. She stepped close and took him by the arms, helping him sit in his Kazekage chair while the ice on his clothes began to melt into small trickles of water that fell onto the carpet.
Daigo let out a long, trembling breath of thick vapor, feeling the warmth of Pakura's chakra gradually returning life to his numb muscles. Despite the physical cold and the tremors shaking his jaw, his pink eyes burned with an ardent intensity—a pure spark of ambition to use what he had found.
"Granny... Granny Chiyo was right, Pakura-chan..." Daigo said, his voice cracking from the cold but with a calculating, wild smile drawing on his face. "The ocean is down there... A giant sea of ice, so immense it could feed Sunagakure for generations and turn this desert into an eternal oasis."
Pakura stopped her movements, shocked by the confirmation of the myth. "It's real? Then... we did it! We have the water, we can start construction for the village tomorrow morning and—"
"No... we can't," Daigo interrupted, making her halt her thoughts and look at him. "My strength alone, and even the combined chakra of the entire village, isn't enough to get it out of there. If we break that ice without the proper knowledge, the pressure from the sand above will collapse and Sunagakure will completely sink into the earth. I'm not an engineer, Pakura. None of us are."
Pakura fell silent, immediately understanding the invisible wall Daigo had run into. The frustration of holding the solution in their hands but being bound by technological ignorance was a heavy blow.
"So what are we going to do?" Pakura asked with concern. "Will we leave that treasure down there forever?"
Daigo leaned forward, interlacing his fingers over the desk as the vapor finished dissipating from his clothes. The weakness from the cold had vanished, replaced by Daigo's calm posture.
"Of course not," Daigo sentenced, his voice resonating with a new, intriguing, and dangerous ambition throughout the office. "If we don't have that knowledge, surely there is some place that will. And once we get it, we'll have to find a crazy bastard—scientists or engineers who want to attempt the impossible."
"Sounds good, Dai, but where is that place? I don't think there is one right now," Pakura said.
"I know there is one, but I can't remember the name right now. For now, I just want to take a warm bath and rest... it's freezing down there," Daigo said.
He then walked away, with Pakura helping him along the way.
End of Chapter