Kohona's Yondaime finishes the overwrought seal ignoring the silvery voice in the back of his head; ignoring the pangs of
guilt. The child continues to wail eyes swollen shut from crying so that it blindly turns in search of comfort. Viciously comes the thought, 'you've killed your only chance at comfort little beast.' Forcing it down he lifts the child wrapping it tightly in a tattered blanket. The familiar weight of his triton is ominously final in his sweat-cool grip. Taking a deep breath he activates it.
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'The demon is dead, but the cost…' The re-instated Sandaime stands before the panoramic view carefully ignoring the bundle behind him. The child has cried it's self to sleep at last. 'Tell them I sealed it in him.' His successor's one request - yet. Arashi is-was obviously not in his right mind at the time, surely… A cloud passes over the summer sun. 'You gave him your word, swore upon the blood of your line that you would fulfill this final wish.' The child stirs with a weak moan and of a sudden it occurs to the old man that the child may not have eaten. In fact - "Oh kami child. Has no one seen to you?"
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Holding the infant securely in the crook of his arm the Sandaime feels nauseated by the bloodlust the crowd gives off. 'If he survives the seal will grant him a demon's power.' If indeed seeing how the crowd surges forward demanding the child's flesh, the child's blood upon their hands. Ah, but the old gent had never specified in his oath to simply turn the child over, nor had he promised not to 'elaborate' the tale. "Be still! This child may not be harmed least the nine-tails resurge with a vengeance. It is the Death God's will that until his twenty-first birthday the seal caging the creature and the chains binding it to Hell are contingent on this child's continued existence." And the crowd quiets though they are sullen, are fearful and wary.
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The first assassination attempt is by an Iwa nin just barely made chuunin and looking to create a name for himself. His name is Erwaton and his body is never found. Standing before the charred remains of the cottage Kohona 'gifted' the Kyuubi spawn, Sandaime Sarutobi can only shiver grip loosening on the child in his arms. Only six weeks old the preternaturally still infant is perfectly clean and healthy despite having just been pulled out of the still moldering wreckage. 'Arashi what have you done?'