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Daigo walked through the halls of the central hospital with slow, deliberate steps. He didn't need to run; there was no rush to reach his destination.
The doctors and nurses who saw him pass didn't stop in fear, but with a display of genuine respect, aware that the man leading their village had been bringing about change after change.
Upon arriving at the room assigned to Baki, Daigo paused for a moment before the door. Before entering, even though Baki could already be out of the hospital, he had decided to stay to follow the final steps of his rehabilitation.
He knocked softly on the wood and, upon hearing a permit to enter, he went inside. Baki was sitting on the edge of his bed, observing his new sword as he cleaned it. Upon seeing Daigo, he made a move to get up, but Daigo stopped him with a gentle gesture.
"Baki, please, stay where you are. I haven't come here as the Kazekage; I have come to talk to you and see how your rehabilitation is going," Daigo said, sitting on a wooden chair across from him.
Baki, visibly confused but respectful, nodded. "Kazekage-sama, I thank you very much for the visit. I feel much better, although I have been having some heavy dreams about a battle."
"Interesting, those must be your dormant memories. The last time before falling into a coma, you were in a battle; perhaps that is what your mind is trying to show you," Daigo said, looking at him. "Although, don't force it; let them show themselves on their own."
"That is what I was going to ask, Kazekage. What do you need to talk to me about?"
Daigo didn't answer; he just placed a sealed glass container on the small nightstand. Inside, protected by a containment seal, rested the eyes that once belonged to the leader of the Hyuga clan. Baki looked at them, a bit confused.
"That is..." he asked curiously.
"The Byakugan," completed Daigo, his voice firm yet soft. "You know well what this represents in the ninja world. The ability to see chakra flows, near three-hundred-sixty-degree vision, surgical precision." Daigo said, giving him a summary of the Byakugan.
"It sounds quite powerful, but what does that have to do with me?" Baki asked.
"Baki, before falling into a coma, you used a sword and enhanced it with your wind chakra, and although you are strong, I don't believe you will reach a level higher than Jonin in that condition," Daigo explained.
"Although now, since you woke up, it is as if your talent has improved, and I want to help you become stronger."
"Thank you for the compliment, but I think you have already done so by granting me the Nuibari. It is a difficult weapon, but if I learn to use it, I will be very strong," Baki said.
"That is correct. Now imagine if you had both Byakugan; it would help you see the threads much more easily and have a view of the terrain that you normally wouldn't have. Would you be interested in having the Byakugan implanted?"
Baki fell silent, processing the magnitude of what Daigo was offering. It wasn't a light gift; it was surgery, a permanent change, a responsibility that would alter his very nature.
"Why me?" Baki asked, finally, looking Daigo in the eyes. "There are more experienced ninjas, with more years of service than me, or even you, Kazekage, since you don't have an eye."
"I don't use it because I don't need it. I am stronger with just one eyes than with two, and it is because I see a potential in you that will help Sunagakure. Perhaps there is someone stronger out there, but in a few years, you will be," responded Daigo, leaning slightly forward.
"I am not ordering you to undergo this surgery. I am inviting you to be the unique Byakugan user that Sunagakure has ever had. I believe in you. But the final decision must be yours. If you feel that this is what you need to regain your place and protect our people, I guarantee that I will give you all the resources for you to master this power. What do you say?"
Baki felt a wave of relief and determination. For the first time since he woke up, he didn't feel like a broken piece they were trying to fix, but like a valuable element they were polishing for an important function.
"If you believe I can do it... if you believe my eyes will be enough to protect Suna... then I accept, Kazekage-sama. I thank you for trusting me in this way," said Baki, bowing his head with humility.
"Don't thank me, Baki. The gratitude will be mine when I see you protecting our village and making yourself stronger. Rest today. Sasori will begin the preparations tomorrow. I will be with you in the operating room to observe how everything goes."
Daigo stood up, leaving a visibly calmer Baki behind.
A couple of hours later, Daigo was in the main auditorium of the Shinobi Academy. The instructors, taijutsu masters, and veteran strategists were sitting before him, looking somewhat uneasy.
They knew that the Kazekage did not call a meeting of this magnitude if it wasn't to change the rules, as they had heard had happened in the council.
Daigo placed himself in front of a whiteboard on the wall. He didn't use an authoritative tone, but that of a leader sharing a common concern.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here because we all share one goal: we want Sunagakure to be the strongest and most prepared village in the ninja world. But to achieve that, we must stop doing the same things that have kept us stagnant for decades," Daigo began, his voice resonating with an enveloping calm.
"Our current teaching system is, if I may be frank, archaic, which our ancestors copied from Konoha. We are trying to teach the same skills to everyone, as if each student were an exact copy of the previous one. A student with a talent for stealth is forced to learn brute force tactics, and a genius of strategy is ignored if they don't have a massive chakra reserve. That changes today."
A murmur ran through the room. The chief instructor, an elderly man named Hitoshi, raised his hand. "Kazekage-sama, we understand your point, but the structure of the three main jutsus is essential for cohesion. How do you plan to reform that without creating disorder?"
"We won't create disorder, Hitoshi. We will create specialization," responded Daigo, walking toward the board.
"Starting from this cycle, we will implement the track system. We will evaluate our students not by their ability to memorize jutsus, but by their innate talent and affinity. Those who excel in infiltration, poison, and stealth will follow the Intelligence and Puppetry track. Those who demonstrate outstanding physical ability will go to the Combat track. Those who have an analytical mind and control skills will go to the Tactical Support and Seals track. We aren't discarding anyone; we are allowing everyone to flourish where they are most lethal."
"It is an ambitious change, although Kazekage, I don't think we have anyone who can teach Fuinjutsu," commented an instructor.
"The master of Fuinjutsu is not a worry; I already have one," replied Daigo with an encouraging smile, continuing with his idea.
"But that is not all. The academy cannot just be four walls and scrolls. Our ninjas must be forged in the terrain they are going to protect. From now on, survival training will be mandatory outside the village walls. Let them learn to read the desert wind, let them learn to move when the heat is unbearable. A ninja who only knows the academy is a ninja who will die on their first mission outside Suna. I want strong minds, resistant bodies."
Daigo walked back to the center of the stage. "And regarding graduations... the final exam will no longer be an administrative test. I want it to be an exhibition. We will use the coliseum. I want students to face each other in real combat, demonstrating their intelligence, strength, skill, and ability to react under pressure. It will be an event open to the village. Let our people see what we are investing in, let them feel proud of their protectors from the very first day."
"And what will we do with the students who don't have the level of the best, or so that everyone can have a private sensei?" asked Hitoshi, concerned.
"That is the most important part of the plan," said Daigo, softening his tone. "We will not abandon anyone. Those who excel will receive elite senseis, ninjas who have experience and will supervise their training directly.
The others won't be left in limbo. We will build a new library, one of the largest in the world, open to ninjas of all ranks," Daigo said.
"Everything sounds good, Kazekage, but what will happen with those Genin who didn't have a sensei and want to improve, and reading alone or practicing alone they can't?" asked another instructor.
"Good question. For that, we will create a subsidy system where they can hire private training with retired ninjas who wish to share their wisdom and earn a bit of money. If someone is hungry to improve, we will give them the spoon. Excellence should be a goal to which everyone aspires, not a privilege of the few."
The auditorium remained silent for a few seconds. The instructors looked at each other, and little by little, the initial disbelief was replaced by a glimmer of enthusiasm.
They didn't feel forced; they felt part of an educational revolution. There was logic in what Daigo was proposing; it was a plan that elevated the dignity of their work.
"I understand that it is a lot of work,"
concluded Daigo. "But if we achieve this, in the following generations, Sunagakure will have a generation of ninjas that won't have to envy anyone in the world. I ask you to give 100% of yourselves to this vision because you, better than anyone, know that our children deserve to have every tool to survive and succeed. Do I have your support?"
Hitoshi was the first to stand up, followed by the rest of the teaching staff. "You have it, Kazekage-sama. We will make this academy the cradle of the best ninjas the desert has ever seen."
The next day in Sunagakure, the sun dyed the dunes in a bright, silvery white. In Sasori's underground laboratory, the environment was sterile, illuminated by cold lights that gave an almost unreal look to the surgical tools. Daigo was there, standing in a corner, observing with professional attention.
Sasori, with his usual efficient coldness, was preparing the instruments. Baki, already under the effects of controlled anesthesia, lay on the operating table.
"It is a delicate procedure, Daigo," said Sasori without stopping his work. "The integration of the Byakugan ocular tissue with Baki's nervous system requires a precision that only I can guarantee. If the optic nerves don't synchronize correctly, there could be rejection and we would lose the Byakugan."
"I fully trust your skills, Sasori," responded Daigo, taking a step forward. "I just wanted to be here. Baki is an important pillar for what is coming."
Sasori arched an eyebrow, hiding an almost imperceptible smile. "Always so sentimental with your subordinates. That could be a weakness, but I suppose it is what makes them follow you without question."
"It is not sentimentality, it is humanity," corrected Daigo. "At the end of the day, we are all citizens of the same village. If a citizen feels valued, they will help the village better."
The operation began.
The silence was only broken by the metallic sound of the instruments and the rhythmic breathing of Sasori. Daigo watched every movement.
He knew that upon finishing this operation, Baki would no longer be the same. There would be a before and an after in his perception of reality. And, in the same way, Daigo felt the village was in the same situation.
While the sunlight entered through a small opening in the oxygen vents, Daigo let his mind wander toward the future.
The next years would be crucial. With the academy reform, the new ANBU structure he was consolidating, and the integration of the Seven Shadows of the Desert as the spearhead of the village, Sunagakure was transforming into a fortress of talent and strategy.
"Everything is going according to plan," he whispered to himself, almost inaudibly.
Sasori, concentrated on the patient's optic nerve, did not respond, but his movements were fluid, almost artistic.
Daigo knew he had the best talent available in his ranks. Baki, with his new power; Genta, with his natural affinity for lightning; Kisame, with his brute strength and Samehada; and Kaito, with Kabutowari. Rasa with his gold dust and Pakura with her Shakuton. They were the foundation of something great.
The surgery lasted for several hours. When the bandages were finally placed and the monitoring signal indicated that the process had been a resounding success, Daigo felt an invisible weight lift from his shoulders.
"Everything is fine, Kazekage-sama," announced one of the medical assistants, wiping sweat from his forehead. "The nerve connection is stable. We will have to monitor him over the next few days to ensure complete adaptation, but the danger has passed."
Daigo nodded, grateful. "Excellent work. Sasori, thank you. You may leave; I will take charge for Baki's security."
When the laboratory was left in silence, Daigo approached Baki. His face, covered by bandages, looked like that of a warrior resting after a long battle. Daigo placed a hand on his shoulder, a simple gesture, but loaded with promise.
"Rest, Baki. When you wake up, you will see the world in a 360-degree radius." Daigo said, and with a hand signal, two ANBU appeared.
"Don't let anyone enter unless it is Sasori, and notify me when he wakes up."
Daigo left the laboratory, walking back toward his office. The evening air was cool and clean.
He arrived at his office. On his desk, a scroll waited to be reviewed. He took a pen and, with firm strokes, marked the points where his new academic reforms would be applied with greater rigor.
Then, he took a blank scroll and began to write the next steps for the following days.
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