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The morning in Sunagakure dawned with a sky of such intense blue that it looked painted a perfect contrast to the storm of doubts that had battered Daigo's mind until just a few hours ago.
After a restful sleep, the first in a long time, Daigo woke up with perfect clarity. The weight on his shoulders, that oppressive feeling that had pursued him for days, had almost disappeared not because his responsibilities were any lighter, but because his resolve had strengthened. He knew exactly whom he needed to turn to before taking his next step.
He walked through the streets of the village, avoiding the most crowded routes to avoid attracting attention. He headed to the residence of the Third Kazekage. He was not just a former leader; he was the living memory of Sunagakure, the man who had navigated the wars of the past, the architect of an era that Daigo was now trying to change. Every step he took on the sand felt lighter. He was no longer the boy questioning if he was worthy of the position; he was a ruler seeking the wisdom of his predecessors.
Upon arriving, he knocked on the door with respect. Shortly after, the Third opened it, with the same serene and piercing gaze that characterized him even in retirement. His eyes, though heavy with years, retained the sharpness of a hawk.
"Kazekage," the former leader said with a slight nod, letting him in. "Come in. I assume you didn't come to talk about the weather or ask me to return to work."
Daigo entered and sat down across from him, thanking him for the tea he was offered. The house was submerged in peace. Without beating around the bush, he laid out his fears. He spoke of the pressure, the conflict he was having with the council, the argument with Pakura that haunted his every decision, and above all, his fear of becoming something he didn't want to be: a dictator who only sought control, rather than a protector of the people.
The Third listened in silence, absorbing every word, every doubt, every frustration. When Daigo finished, the man sighed, a nostalgic smile curling his lips. The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable; it was a silence loaded with understanding.
"You know?" the Third began, breaking the calm. "For years, my dream was to see someone capable of taking the helm of this village and leading it beyond mere survival someone who wasn't afraid to get their hands dirty so the village could flourish. To see what you have achieved so far... makes me proud. Everything you have done, Daigo, is not just bureaucratic management. It is the realization of the dreams I myself had and which, due to various circumstances, I could not complete."
Daigo lowered his gaze, surprised. "But at what cost? I constantly ask myself if I am a Kage or just a dictator in a mask. My decisions are absolute, and I feel like I'm increasingly seeing people as soldiers rather than people from my own village."
The Third let out a dry laugh, devoid of malice. "Do you think there is a real difference? Daigo, listen carefully. All Kage, all Daimyo, all leaders who have held a title in this world are dictators in essence. Why? Because the power you wield is absolute and, often, solitary. You have at your disposal an army of shinobi that could wipe out entire nations with a single word from you. If you are worried about being a dictator, stop worrying about the label and worry about the results. The weight of your office is not measured by whether they love you or fear you, but by whether the village flourishes or withers under your command. If the price of peace and prosperity is being seen as a dictator, then it is a price any Kage worthy of his title should be willing to pay."
The words fell like stones into water, creating waves of understanding. Daigo nodded slowly, feeling the last chain of doubt break in his mind. He understood that self-pity was a luxury he could not afford. Then, with a newfound confidence, he laid out his plans.
"I want to change Suna from its foundations," Daigo said, unfurling his vision. "I have analyzed our situation and we cannot continue like this. First, large-scale trade with Kanzaki. I want to turn that route into the backbone of our economy, making Kanzaki a second Sunagakure, a vital exchange point that ensures us food and constant resources. Second, the creation of the first generation of the Seven Shadows of the Desert. I have the Seven Swords of the Mist under my direct command. I need an elite force that responds to threats against Sunagakure, a force that will be the executing arm of Suna. And third, a total reform of the Academy. I want the focus to shift toward the deep exploration of chakra and extreme physical conditioning. We need ninjas who are true prodigies, not just filler soldiers who die in the first skirmish."
The Third nodded, visibly impressed by the clarity of the proposals. "It is an ambitious vision, Daigo. It is risky, but it is necessary. Go for it. But be careful with the councilors. Do not try to convince them of your morality, because they don't have any. They only care about money, their status, and feeling powerful. Use them as the tools they are, but watch them closely; they are the ones who will stab you in the back fastest if they believe their position is in danger. Betrayal always comes from those who are close, never from those who are far away."
"I will keep that in mind," Daigo replied, standing up. "I will not allow the council to sabotage the future of the village."
"And don't forget about the ANBU entirely," the Third added with a knowing look. "Even though I no longer wear the mask, I still observe the village, and the ANBU are the ones who protected it from the shadows."
Daigo nodded, deeply grateful. With a fluid movement, a whirlwind of crystal enveloped his body and, in the blink of an eye, he vanished, reappearing seconds later in the center of his office.
The silence of the office welcomed him. Daigo got to work. Hours of meticulous labor bore fruit in three large documents, three pillars that would define the new projects for Suna. The calligraphy was precise, every point of the plan was detailed, every contingency calculated. There was no room for improvisation. When the time for the council meeting arrived, he entered with the heavy calm of a ruler who knows exactly where he is going and why.
Upon entering the room, the atmosphere was tense. The air was stale with the smell of old tobacco and ancient parchments. The councilors, their faces weathered by time, prepared for another session of complaints, bureaucratic hurdles, and questions about his legitimacy. But Daigo did not give them time to open their mouths.
He walked to the head of the table, letting the documents fall onto the wood with a sharp thud that echoed in every corner of the room. His gaze, firm and direct, swept over each of those present.
"During my time on the battlefields, as I mentioned, I have obtained things that will help Sunagakure," Daigo began, his voice firm, without a trace of doubt. "And after preparing everything, I come to inform you of the direction Sunagakure will take from now on. The Third Great Ninja War is over."
The councilors looked at each other, visibly confused by the change in tone and the peace in the young Kazekage's gaze. They expected him to come in angry, trying to impose his will upon them, not for the Kazekage to return as if nothing bad had happened.
"The village will enter a new era. The first pillar is large-scale international trade. Kanzaki will become our source of resources, our economy will grow, and our dependence on external missions will decrease as we become a commercial hub. Since the founding of this village, the economy has always been our weakest point, so you will help change that," Daigo said, passing the papers around the table so everyone would start reading.
Some began to read, looking for a flaw to exploit, although everything was well detailed, including their participation to support this movement.
"Now, that is not the only thing. The second pillar is the creation of the first generation of the Seven Shadows of the Desert. As you know, I have secured the Seven Swords of the Mist. These ninjas will be Sunagakure's force in times of danger to the village, loyal only to Sunagakure. Currently, there are two members of this group: the first is the recently recruited Kisame Hoshigaki, wielder of Samehada, and the second member is Kaito with the Kabutowari. If you have any problem with them, you can look for someone to face them and try to take their place," Daigo explained, catching everyone's attention.
"Kazekage-sama, what do you mean by 'take their place'?" asked a councilor.
"Exactly as I said. The Seven Shadows of the Desert is not a title you get with a sword and that's it. No, it will be a way to create a stronger generation for anyone who aspires to have that title," Daigo explained.
"Let me see if I understand, Kazekage-sama: if I were one of those Seven and someone defeats me, I would lose the right to the sword along with my position as one of the Seven Shadows of the Desert?" asked another councilor.
"You have stated it perfectly," Daigo said.
At Daigo's words, many of the councilors seemed happy with the idea, many thinking about which ninja to put forward to try to claim a spot among the village's elite. And Daigo, although he could not read minds, knew that this was what he wanted to promote: the desire to become stronger.
With the noise beginning to calm down, Daigo continued with the last step that remained to be mentioned.
"The third pillar is the complete restructuring of the Ninja Academy. The graduation standards will be eliminated; the new standard will be a totally different one that will help improve the level of our ninjas before they even become ninjas."
"Now, I have a question for all of you," Daigo said, maintaining eye contact with the most veteran councilors, those who had always opposed the new reforms. "I want to know who is willing to build the new Suna with me and who prefers to remain anchored in the past, which only brought us stagnation and weakness. If you are with me, stand up from your seat now."
The tension was unbearable. The councilors looked at each other, searching for a leader, someone who would dare to defy him. But Daigo's figure, standing tall, cast a shadow that seemed to devour the room. He was not the boy they had tried to manipulate. He was the Kazekage, and his power was real, tangible, and dangerous.
The first councilor, a man with decades of service, stood up with a sigh, bowing his head in a gesture of submission. Then, one by one, the rest began to stand. The screeching of chairs dragging against the stone floor sounded like the death knell of the old council. Some did it out of genuine loyalty, others out of pure fear, and some because they knew that resisting would be the end of their influence.
Daigo observed the process, counting mentally. He knew who was with him and who was simply complying to maintain their position. But that didn't matter. Today, he had won. He had consolidated his ideas where everyone would work.
"I see there is consensus," Daigo said, straightening up. "Tomorrow at first light, I want the division captains here. We are going to assign the roles for the Kanzaki project and the selection for the Seven Shadows. There will be no excuses. The era of doubt has ended."
Daigo turned and walked toward the exit. The doors opened before him, and as he stepped into the hallways of the administrative building, he walked back to his office and sat at his desk, observing the plans he had left spread out. The map of the trade routes, the training schemes for the new Academy, and the list of names for the candidates for the Seven Shadows of the Desert. He picked up a pen and began to cross out names, adjust budgets, and organize the future of Suna like someone organizing pieces on a giant chessboard.
Night began to fall over Sunagakure, staining the sky orange and purple, when a sound appeared beside him.
"You look better than you have in the last few days, Daigo," said Sasori, noticing.
"Yes, even I feel more at peace, and I have already begun to put the village in its place, just as I did with Karinna," Daigo asked.
"She likes the place, and she sent me to thank you."
"Perfect. With Karinna in a comfortable place, everything would be prepared for them to start making the improved seal."
"I have already spoken with Grandmother; she will also join to help, though out of curiosity, what happened with Pakura and you?" Sasori asked.
"An argument, nothing much. Don't worry. Now come, since you are here, I need your help with many things."
And so, Daigo, together with Sasori, began to work on the next moves for Sunagakure.