A month later, Yuji brought the four of them back to the village for resupply and a short rest. The mission was not yet finished.
Arai ca to find him during the break.
He was careful with his phrasing, but the ssage was clear enough. Several of the higher-ups, Pakura’s parents among them, had been visibly shaken when they saw the younger generation co through the gates.
They understood the battlefield. They had accepted intellectually that the environnt would be harsh and the conditions difficult for teenagers on their first extended deploynt.
What they had not anticipated was the specific condition their children were in. Anyone who didn’t know better would have assud the squad had been living as displaced persons rather than operating under a village-sanctioned instructor.
The growth was obvious, and the elders were genuinely pleased by it. But they were also sowhat heartbroken, and they had complaints.
Reports had it that Sakamoto and Fukushima Taki spent their first several days back eating at and fish at every al with the focused intensity of people making up for lost ti.
Yuji’s response, passed back through Arai, was straightforward: anyone who was unhappy with the training approach was welco to pull their person from the squad.
Arai had laughed when he relayed this.
He laughed because he knew precisely what would happen, which was nothing. No matter how distressed the higher-ups felt looking at their leaner, rougher children, they were not going to remove them from a squad under Yuji’s instruction.
The results were in front of them. The children had co back alive, in one piece, and visibly transford in ways that three months of Academy training couldn’t have produced.
Pulling them out over complaints about the conditions would also attach a particular kind of story to Sakamoto and Fukushima Taki’s early careers, one nobody wanted to circulate.
So they had sent Arai instead of coming themselves. Facing Yuji directly, as a captain and instructor and one of the village’s most prominent young figures, was not a position they were eager to occupy.
They could only grumble through interdiaries.
Arai also brought a second piece of information. The evaluation had been passed. Yuji had accepted the Kazekage’s assignnt without complaint, executed it for an extended period, and produced results with his students that gave the higher-ups nothing to criticize.
The Third Kazekage and the senior officials had reached their conclusion: safe, reliable, no cause for concern.
The words Arai used were asured. The aning was not.
It ant the quiet observation period was over. From this point forward, Yuji could operate within the village with genuine freedom, pursue what he wanted to pursue, put forward what he wanted to put forward, without the background pressure of being watched for signs of misalignnt.
His suggestions would carry real weight in conversations with the higher-ups. He could engage with village affairs directly and without barriers.
They talked for a while before Arai left. At the door he paused and, with so hesitation, asked Yuji to consider going slightly easier on the students. Not everyone, he said carefully, was built the sa way. Even Yashamaru and Pakura were operating at a different level from him and Sasori, and the gap mattered.
Yuji smiled and agreed.
In his private assessnt, what he had been putting them through was already restrained. There were thods he had considered and set aside as excessive for their current stage.
These students would one day need to hold real positions in the village, carry real responsibility, and earn the respect of people who had no obligation to give it to them on the basis of family na alone. The foundation had to be genuine. There was no softer way to build it.
He kept this to himself, nodded at Arai’s retreating back, and began preparing for the next departure.
A few days later, the five of them set out again.
The mission was a village assignnt, and Yuji intended to finish it properly. A clean completion would remove the last of the higher-ups’ residual hesitation and give him a clearer path when he moved on to what he actually wanted to do.
It would also give the four students the first possible foundation before he stepped back from daily oversight.
They were seeds, in his thinking. Whether they ended up serving his specific plans directly was secondary, what mattered was that they grew into people capable of changing what Sunagakure looked like from the inside.
He had been deliberately transmitting certain ideas to them alongside the combat training, working on how they thought about the village and their place in it. At their age, character and perception were still malleable. The window would not stay open indefinitely.
Back on the coast, the squad moved with a familiarity they hadn’t possessed before. The environnt no longer unsettled them. The Hidden Mist’s patterns were readable now, the terrain, the timing, the operational logic behind the infiltrations.
In the early months they had been clumsy, the teamwork inefficient, their responses half a beat behind where they needed to be. By the later months, sothing had shifted.
The coordination had beco instinctive, and the change in how they carried themselves was visible to anyone who compared them against the people who had first arrived here.
Yuji’s assessnt was that the growth that mattered most had not been in their technique. It had been in their understanding of the battlefield, of what genuine danger felt like, of the specific quality of thinking that life-and-death conditions demanded.
Strength could not be transford completely in under a year regardless of thod. Mindset could be. And it was the mindset that would carry the strength forward.
His healing capability had functioned as a compression chanism throughout, by eliminating most of the recovery ti that injuries would normally require, he had effectively multiplied the number of real engagents the squad could accumulate in a given period.
Nothing produced growth more directly than actual combat. He had needed only patience and the willingness to watch them struggle through things that he could have resolved in seconds.
By the later stages, Sakamoto had stopped calling for help mid-battle. He had stopped addressing Yuji at every uncertain mont. He had started doing what Yuji had been pointing him toward from the beginning, reading the situation, identifying the variables, thinking before reacting.
The Hidden Mist’s operational pattern along this coast kept their numbers small by necessity. Infiltration through complex terrain with limited detection coverage ant small squads, which ant the engagent scale stayed manageable for a developing team.
Individual capability gaps remained exploitable, but they were no longer being exploited consistently. The squad’s clearance rate had climbed steadily, and the coastal villages had gone quiet. The frequency of Hidden Mist activity had dropped noticeably, with no new incidents of looting or destruction in so ti.
A letter arrived from Sasori.
Brief, as everything from Sasori was. The content: he had joined the Anbu. Squad Leader.
Twelve years old.
Yuji held the letter for a mont and thought about what that ant. The course of Sasori’s life had been redirected, not toward the path the original story had followed, but toward sothing that served the plan they had outlined together on that sand dune.
The Anbu posting put him close to the Kazekage’s inner circle in exactly the way they had calculated it would.
Which ant Yuji’s side needed to close.
He tucked the letter away.
There was no reason to spend more months gradually reducing the Hidden Mist presence when he could resolve what remained quickly and return to the village. The students had what they needed. The mission would finish cleanly. And then the actual work could begin.
Sunagakure needed changing.
He was going to start.
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