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Looking ahead, Daigo knew the temple that had previously been on Daisen's back was right there.
Observing the structure more closely, Daigo wondered who could have built it, as it seemed impossible for the elephants or Daisen himself to have done so. The structure appeared to emerge from the bedrock itself, with columns mimicking gigantic ivory tusks and engravings that vanished into the heights, suggesting an era where men and colossi shared the same language of stone and will.
So, without further thought, he began to walk inside, finding the same water fountain he had jumped over the first time he arrived in the summoning world. Ignoring it, he was going to go straight to the door, but Daisen's voice stopped him.
"There is no rush, Daigo," Daisen's voice did not travel through the air. It was a vibration that moved through the surrounding atmosphere. "Time for us is like dust dancing in the desert. Slow, yet it can be fast if the currents turn quick, but you, being a human, must enjoy it, because perhaps by the next sunset you will never be able to see again."
Daigo nodded at his words, feeling that Daisen was right. Removing his tunic and the other extra clothes he had, he jumped into the pond, enjoying the mineral-rich water and feeling his skin and muscles seem to calm down. As he floated, he noticed that the bottom of the pond was covered in quartz crystals that vibrated in sync with the footsteps of the elephants outside—a silent music that reminded him he was in a sacred place.
After a few long minutes, which in reality was half an hour, Daigo ventured deeper into the temple. The air there was frigid and so pure that his lungs seemed startled, but inside the stone walls, the environment was warm, filled with the scent of dust and wet earth after a storm, a scent of a time when no one had opened it.
There were no wooden shelves, nor paper scrolls that time could turn to ash. The records of the elephants were slabs of dark slate, each the size of a door, engraved with a calligraphy that had not been written with ink, but sculpted through writing into the stone like an impossible-to-erase tattoo.
Upon touching the first slab, Daigo experienced a sensation he had never felt before in his years as a ninja. He did not read with his eyes. Upon making contact with the stone, his chakra system seemed to synchronize with the engraved marks. Images, sounds, and sensations flooded his mind. The history of the Elephant Clan began in the Era of Foundations, long before the Sage of the Six Paths walked the earth.
As he progressed through the tactile reading, Daigo felt a sting of pain and fury emanating from the stone. The records revealed a dark chapter that explained why this clan was so elusive. For centuries, the elephants did not live in this dimension, but served the inhabitants of the Land of Earth faithfully.
Due to their massive nature and their connection to the Earth element (Doton), the ancient ancestors of the Rock saw them as the perfect tool. But they did not treat them as allies; they treated them as livestock of war. The records described harrowing scenes: massive summons where young elephants were called only to serve as meat shields, dying under showers of arrows and enemy jutsus to protect human soldiers who did not value their lives. Iwa did not only use their strength; they designed iron hooks that were buried into the skin behind the ears to force them to march until collapse, ignoring the bellows of exhaustion from the elders who only wished to die in peace.
"They called us to die," the inscriptions said, and Daigo could feel the echo of an ancient cry. "They summoned our flesh to receive the blow they feared. They treated us like disposable walls, not as beings with souls. In the lands of the Rock, our blood stained the mountains red until the ground itself refused to continue sustaining them."
The mistreatment reached its limit when the leaders of the Land of Earth began to force the elephants to accept more summoners. They tried to impose binding blood contracts by force, using sealing jutsus that sought to break the clan's will and turn them into permanent slaves. It was then that the clan made a drastic decision: they broke the bond. Using a sonic blast that collapsed entire fortresses, the elephants abandoned the Land of Earth forever, leaving behind a void that the Rock could never fill again.
Hungry and wounded, the elephants wandered through the edges of the world until they reached the arid lands we now know as the Land of Wind. There, in the midst of the implacable heat, they encountered a different nomadic tribe of humans. They did not seek to dominate them; they sought to survive. These were the ancestors of the Scorch Style (Shakuton) users.
Seeing the state of the colossi, the Scorch Style users did not draw their weapons. They were a mystical people who understood that extreme heat could purify. They used their heat not to destroy, but to cauterize the wounds of the elephants infected by Iwa's iron and offered them the little water they had, extracted from the depths through evaporation. A bond of mutual respect was formed between the heavy force of the earth and the scorching heat of the desert.
"The men of the white fire made us a promise," Daigo read in awe. "They swore they would protect our members. They said they would rather burn the world before allowing a single person from the Land of Earth to ever lay a hand on our summoning scroll again. The ancestors of Suna became our guardians, and we became their last hope."
These nomadic humans lived in harmony with the cycles of the sun; they did not build stone castles, but respected the elephants' freedom. In exchange, the colossi taught them to feel the vibrations of the sand to find hidden oases. Thus the sacred bond was born, a pact where fire protected the earth and the earth gave sustenance to the fire.
Daigo continued reading their history, learning how strong the elephants are and that now only a very few remain compared to before. The record detailed with sadness how the "Grey Stone Sickness," born from the stress of the war against Iwa, had diminished the fertility of the females. Elephants are beings of great memory, and the generational trauma caused many to prefer not bringing calves into a world that saw them as weapons. Of the thousands that once flattened mountain ranges, now only Daisen's herd remained—the last guardians of a wisdom the modern ninja world was on the brink of forgetting.
Daigo pulled away from the slabs, his chest heaving. Throughout his life, he had seen ninja training as an accumulation of techniques, but here, on Daisen's back, the concept of power was different. He realized that his role as Kazekage was the culmination of that ancient promise. By being the holder of the contract, he was not only the leader of Suna; he was the heir to a pact of protection against the tyranny of those who see summons as tools of sacrifice.
Daigo had always thought that something must have happened to the elephants, but he never expected those from the Land of Earth to be so suicidal—well, what else can be expected of them if Iwa did the same to kill a single Ninja.
As night fell, the sky above Daisen filled with stars that seemed so close Daigo felt he could touch them. The wind blew with a force that would have swept any ordinary ninja into the void, but Daigo stood firm, his feet stuck to the rough surface of the colossus's back.
He walked to the edge of the temple structure, near where Daisen's back met the start of his massive neck. He sat there, letting his legs dangle over the abyss of clouds.
"Daisen," Daigo called. "Why do you allow me to sign the scroll? I have read what the Land of Earth did. And also about everything that happened afterward, and if I were you, no human would be allowed to sign the scroll."
There was a long silence. Then, Daisen's skin tensed slightly.
"I allowed you to sign the contract because I saw something different in you," Daisen said, his voice sharing tranquility, "and it seems I was not wrong about you. Zoyu told me how, when Manda caught him, you did not let him die, canceling the summoning so that he would be safe."
"It was the right thing to do. I summoned Zoyu because I needed his help, and thanks to him, I had it. Now, when I saw that Manda had grabbed Zoyu, I went to help him, but I wouldn't have made it in time, so I preferred to make the move that anyone would make," Daigo commented.
"There you are wrong. Many would surely use that opportunity to land a critical blow in exchange for a few wounds. Daigo, although you do not think it, you have a great heart."
"Thank you, Daisen, for thinking that of me. I swear to you by my name that I will never let one of you die for me or sacrifice you; I will protect the scroll with my life."
"I am glad you do that. Now, shouldn't you continue reading?" Daisen asked.
"Yes, but I have to ask you... during the history of your clan, they spoke about how you all took the Seismic Sense to a much more advanced level."
"Ah, about that. It is something you will learn during these two years of training, if you have the talent to learn it, although I believe you can achieve it. Do you want to know how it feels?" Daisen replied.
"Eh? But how am I going to feel it if I haven't trained for it?" Daigo asked.
"Just place your hand on my skin."
Daigo, doing as he was told, placed his hand on Daisen's skin, and the moment he did, he felt everything. Absolutely everything. He could feel the other animals walking, the movement of sap inside the trees miles away, the friction of stones under the herd's weight, and the heartbeat of every creature in the forest. It wasn't an image; it was a total connection with existence itself through the vibration of the earth.
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