AN: Happy Easter, everyone!

Your Mistress.


That Look: Retribution Of Heirs

Ch 9 She Will Be Honored

Where am I?

"Is this why you don't want to marry me? Is it because of her! You finally found her and you want to trade up? Huh? I'm good to fuck but not to go the distance with? Are you two screwing between missions and she just came by to keep you warm since the village whore bores you to tears? Answer me!"

Is that Anko? She sounds mad at…who is she talking to?

"I…*cough*…don't know what…*gag*…you're talking…*choke*…about!"

Naruto-kun? Why is she mad at him? Why am I here in the first place? Oh, that's right…

"Oh, what happened? Do you forget her until you slip your dick in her? Answer me now! Now! Now! Now!"

"You're…*BAM!*…killing…*BAM!*…me…*BAM!*…Can't…*BAM!*…breathe…*BAM!*…Don't…*BAM!*…know…*BAM!*…her…"

Hyuuga Hinata opened her to see Anko, still in her trench coat, straddling Naruto with her hands around his neck, shaking him with all her strength to get him to answer. Despite his feeble attempts to assuage the snake mistress that he didn't remember her, much to her disappointment, he didn't seem to be gaining any headway with her.

"Anko-san," Hinata's soft spoken words caught the Special Ops Jounin's attention, her venomous glare zeroed into the light purple pupil less eyes of their visitor, "I just came by to return these to Naruto-kun."

In mid head planting the blond Jinchuurik's head into the balcony, Anko blinked her brown eyes at the orange and black pants Hinata was offering.

"So you DO KNOW HER, you slut! You lied to me! I'm going to kill y-"

"He dropped them last night by the house when you two ran away!" Hinata screamed as high as her cultured voice would allow.

Anko paused her rant to consider Hinata's words.

"What are you, a freak'n stalker?" Anko shoved Naruto's head into the floor as she redirected her anger, facing Hinata fully nude, shoulder's squared. "What? You get your rocks off by seeing your old crush boning? Go away, already!"

Hinata surrendered the pants in front of her. Stepping back, but, seeing Naruto was now enjoying a reprieve from having his head smashed, she did not excuse herself. "I came to give these back and inform him that Hokage requested his presence."

Anko grumbling something sour under her breath, "Fine, he got the message, now go."

Hinata fidgeted her gaze from Anko, then back to a semi conscious Naruto, and back to Anko. "With all due respect, Anko-san, I will be happy to escort him to the Hokage office as soon as he's decent."

Anko's knuckles cracked threateningly, "Scram, Hyuuga."

Swallowing hard, Hinata stiffened her back and found enough courage to just shake her head in the smallest way.

Giving the indigo'd hair teen one of her patented smiles, she widened her stance and said, "Girl, this is gonna hurt."

Hinata's mouth moved to rebuttal, possibly even match the threatening stance with one of her own, but Naruto groaned by Anko's feet, drawing her attention.

"GGggawwwwwhhhh…"

"Naruto-kun?" Hinata walked over to him, properly sitting on her shins, and leaned over his rolling eyes. "Are you okay?"

Xxx

He had been hit by another one of Anko's wrathful fits.

It wasn't a hard thing to know he could have fought Anko before things got out of hand, but he just didn't have the heart to. Yes, she was loud. Yes, she was abusive. Yes, she was angry and violent…

Yes, her reputation was as clean as a pig's stye…

Yes, she was crying.

He didn't want to hurt her like this. If anything, he wanted them to be friends again, like they had been so long ago.

He understood, finally, truly comprehend what she was trying to tell him all those years. When he went on that date with Ayame before leaving for his training with Jiraiya, the first thing he noticed was, as much he really wanted to get to know her better outside of ramen (which he considered an amazing bonus should they start to get serious), she just didn't understand him.

Naruto tried. He really, really, tried to see what she saw was one of the most romantic movies she held so dear to her heart.

It bored him to tears.

For her, this was a moment she wanted to share with him affectionately, possibly even further should time and presence allow. The young Genin knew this and held her chastity in the palm of his hand. While many a young lady had not received the same level of reputational protectiveness she had, Ayame was a young girl he held at a higher esteem, deserving to be shielded from a boy who would use her, especially from himself.

So with a kiss good bye, they moved on.

Anko and him talked afterwards, and she pointed out the obvious as to why Ayame didn't perceive what he did in the world.

The girl was a civilian, oblivious to the majority of a Shinobi's life. Who had time for long, enduring, romantic courtings with potential pairings that would take years in the making? If there was love to be had, then be loved or give love. If there wasn't love, then take what affections you can and never look back.

Ayame wasn't a dumb girl, being a survivor of one invasion already, but she couldn't see life as Naruto had.

On a small part of his mind, he asked himself if he should have given her more time. He has survived this long, despite having close calls here and there. Could more emotional bonding have happened during his time away?

Thinking back to all the women he's slept with after leaving with Jiraiya, he would not have experienced the bliss that those one night escapades brought him had he kept his relationship with Ayame.

Was love worth more than that?

Possibly.

Anko seemed to think so and she had more than surpassed his numbers of warm bedside lovers exponentially.

Was this a moment he should reconsider with her?

Maybe, but, as of now, it was just safer to keep things as they were. No one could get hurt if promises weren't made.

This was safe…or was it?

"…this is gonna hurt."

That was Anko's voice; gruff, rough, no nonsense and itching to rumble.

Groaning in a voice that reflected his dizziness and aching head, a soft, warm, feminine murmur reached his ears like a song from a siren's call.

"Naruto-kun, are you okay?"

Concern, sympathy, a peaceful serenity made it through the chaos of the thundering headache he was having…

…then he opened his eyes.

There she was; a dark haired creature of heaven come to raise him to Kami, to his parents, his mother and father…

It made him ache at how beautiful she was, with a skin that glowed, with dark black blue hair that reflected light as a raven's feathers and as long and velvety soft when it fell over his face. In her voice, in her eyes, in the chew of her lip, he felt her presence as well as see her as she hovered just inside his sight. It didn't take a doujutsu to know she worried about him. The sunlight graced her profile, showing that she was young, her body curved generously, softly, built for comfort more than speed.

Had he died and this was the messenger to greet him?

He had to know.

"Are you…an angel?"

Like a rose, something pink and pretty blossomed across her cheeks. It was adorable and vulnerable at the same time.

She smiled at him, but she also shook her head in the smallest way.

"Hey," Anko's grim scowl peeked across from this new presence. "I swear to Kami if you two start making out, I'm going to throw you over this balcony and beat you both within an inch of your fucking lives."

Rolling his blue eyes, Naruto was about to tell Anko to stop over reacting when the woman who had asked of his well being, now pinch her thin eyebrows and lips to rebut in a voice to scold as heatedly as she could. "You will not hurt, Naruto-kun!"

Folding her arms over her modest breasts, Anko mocked their new visitor, "Hurt him? Hmph, Princess, he likes it rough."

Anko's remark took some steam out of Hinata's glower, but it returned with a cool façade Anko had seen many times on a Hyuuga.

"I see," Hinata replied coolly, folding her hands primly. "None of this is my business, but the Hokage still requires his presence."

"We got the message, now shoo." Anko flicked her fingers at the mid teen heiress.

"I will not," Hinata stood her ground, returning the Jounin's glare with a defiant lift of her chin. "My duty was to relay the message and confirm he is on his way."

"And this?" Anko snatched the orange and black pants, then throwing them straight at Naruto's face.

"I am returning what belonged to him, plain and simple. He dropped them when you two fled the outside of my home last night."

"Last night? Oh, so when we were going at it like beasts!" Anko grinned in a more friendly demeanor, "Why didn't you say so?"

Hinata just shook her head.

"So, you two don't know each other?" Anko settled into the truths bore before her, "No bullshit?"

It was Hinata's turn to look amused and disappointed at the woman before her. "I have heard a lot of things about you, Mitarashi Anko-san, but for someone who has been praised as a top kunoichi to be admired among our ranks, you seem to have a hard time looking underneath the underneath. Meeting you has been a sore reality to the legend everyone paints you as."

Whatever smile Anko had that offered a sliver of friendship turned malicious. "Don't underestimate me, girl, I can hand you your head five times over before you can blink."

Accepting her threat without another word, Hinata glanced over to Naruto. He seemed to appreciate Hinata's moxie with a smirk gracing his lips. It wasn't too often someone would boldly hold a pious view over Anko and lived to tell about it.

"I will wait for you here, Naruto-kun."

"Nah, no need for that. Come on in," Naruto's eyes lingered over Hinata's fine form, his smile growing warmer when Hinata responded shyly, digging her toe into the ground, moving a lock of hair that crossed her face.

"Sure, why not?" Anko huffed, slapping the piece of the door that was still partially hinged from the frame, "I hope you don't mind, we were in the middle of remodeling the place."

Hinata didn't need the Byakugan to see the shambles his abode was. Lifting her hands to decline, she could already see Anko's smile growing.

"Th-that w-won't be n-necessary," Hinata stuttered, blushing crimson down to her neck, "I-I'll be f-fine here."

"You're stuttering?" Naruto chuckled teasingly, finally coming to his feet to tower over Hinata almost a good foot. "Why?"

"I-it's your…y-your…ano…" Her fingers started tapping, glancing from Naruto and Anko, then down to the shambles their clothes were in, "…private…home."

"What she means is, this is where we fuck, Naruto," Anko felt like putting her finger down her throat and gag at the high society propriety Hinata was displaying. "Isn't it, princess?"

Hinata looked away, shrugging her shoulders. "Th-that…well…and…it's…h-his…well…y-your…h-home, Naruto-kun."

Shy lavender eyes peeked sideways to Naruto, tucked beneath dark blue-black bangs.

"My home? What's wrong with-"

"By KAMI, you're stupid!" Anko kicked what was left of the door down and screamed at the top of her lungs. "She's only been in love with you since the first years of the Academy! Now let's get in the shower because the Hokage is waiting for us!"

Hinata's cheeks tinted darkly, humiliation nearly breaking her posture to that of an old woman.

Naruto let Anko's words sink in, eventually turning to look down at the dark beauty before him, "Is that true? You…liked me back then?"

Chewing her lip, Hinata twisted one way and then another, ready to faint in front of her long time crush just to escape the events that were now presented before them, but, if she was going to allow this part of her life be realized, she would be as brave…

…at least that's what she tried to tell herself.

"Hey."

Hinata looked up to his amazing blue eyes, wondering upon wonders if, by some chance, she and him could somehow be friends. Maybe, by whatever fate Kami or the current fighting between villages would allow him to look at her with some kind of…

"I don't even know your name."

…recognition.

She tried not to let the crushing disappointment set in, but it was done.

Try as she might, she decided if Naruto didn't know her in their past, was it so bad that he was making an attempt to know her in the present?

It was worth something, wasn't it?

"Hyuuga Hinata," She offered a polite bow, perfectly bent at her back.

"Uzumaki Naruto," He bowed as well, smiling.

"And I'm his fucking girlfriend," Anko hooked her fingers into the back of Naruto's hair, dragging him screaming backward into his bathroom with his pants draped over his shoulder. "What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear? The Hokage's waiting!"

Hinata wanted to call out that the Hokage only requested for Naruto's presence, but, seeing as how reasonable Anko was taking things, she decided to politely wait outside of Naruto's apartment may be the best choice.

Besides, if they wanted to go for another…round, it would probably be best Hinata heard as little as possible.

Curious…as she has been as of late now that her Academy crush at least knows of her existence, she activated her doujutsu.

Byakugan.

"EEep!"

It would seem that Anko's rage was also very…erotic.

Hinata fainted against the wall right then and there.

Xxx

"You've been busy," Tsunade flicked a paper in front of her, setting it off to the side with the others.

Next to her, Jiraiya reached over to tilt it so he could read it better. "A gathering with this much short notice? I'm impressed at the haste you've put this together, but for what purpose?"

Shikamaru slouched in front of both Sannin, with his father, Nara Shikaku standing behind him, supporting him quietly.

"We have yet to select a list of demands for Suna, correct? I have a suggestion that may calm things."

Tsunade and Jiraiya did not miss the too cool tone he conveyed to them, especially with the way his eyes seem to be trying to stiletto holes on the desk in front of him.

"Does this have anything to do with Shizune taking time to collect information at the hospital?"

Jiraiya took note of her impatient inquiry.

"I did ask her for some guidance. Am I not allowed to ask a medic nin for help with a proper background in a specific field of interest?"

"That depends," Jiraiya interjected, "if that field will some how cause problems with the future of Konoha."

"Does it?" Tsunade asked behind her steepled fingers.

"I believe that it may be premature to answer that until we get the facts from Shizune," Shikaku intervened before his son could answer. "Without her professional medical guidance, it may go one way or the other."

"Then why should she allow your suggestion to be considered into the quorum?" Jiraiya crossed his arms over his massive chest, smiling but keeping his keen eyes on the revenge hungry youth. "Tsunade's the finest medic nin in the world so there isn't a thing you can say to her that she wouldn't be able to answer here and now, possibly even preventing you from making things worse when this meeting is initiated."

"Are all the other Clan Heads going to be grilled what their suggestions are going to be prior to the meeting?" Shikamaru asked heatedly. "I thought we had the right to bring up our opinions, suggestions, and vote according to our beliefs in a different perspective that was granted to us as founding Clans."

"Don't quote rules to me, Nara Shikamaru," Tsunade snapped at him, "I've been doing meetings before your father was ever born and I will not be talked down to about your rights! The other Clan Heads will be there, but I'm taking everyone's situation into consideration. Inoichi, Chouza, and, yes, your family have very distinct reasons as to why I am combing over your presence for this push to meet everyone."

"We're all worried for war, aren't we?" Shikamaru ask incredulously. "Isn't that reason enough, Hokage-sama?"

Tsunade stood up, about ready to lunge, but Jiraiya placed a meaty paw on her broad shoulder.

Shikaku also gripped Shikamaru's vest, "That is no way to speak to your Hokage."

"Now, now," Jiraiya rubbed the green jacket of Konoha's leader affectionately, "even if we don't like each other's opinions, let's remember we're all on the same side. Right?"

Tsunade rubbed her face with her hand, turning her golden eyes towards a stewing Shikamaru, then to his father.

"Nara Shikaku, do you know what he intends to suggest at the quorum?" Tsunade asked with a forced inquiry.

The Nara Clan Head nodded, "I do."

"What is your opinion on it?"

"It will be," Shikaku chose his words carefully, "Unexpected and unconventional, but it is a different direction no one would have considered."

"Do you support it?" Jiraiya's friendly smile disappeared, replaced by a man who was three times the veteran Shikaku was.

Shikaku responded back, pulling his son to his shoulder and glaring back with an experience neither Sannin could comprehend. "I am his father and I am here to guide him however I can. Of course, I support it."

Shaking their heads, it was not an answer they had wanted.

"Very well," Tsunade sighed, "I have already approved of the meeting. The messengers have already been sent, but I was hoping to find out more from you, Nara."

Both father and son nodded.

"If there is nothing else?" Tsunade was ready to dismiss them, when Shikamaru called out.

"There is," Shikamaru pulled a paper from the docket he was holding. "May I include a few more people to the meeting?"

Jiraiya's eyes shot up, mimicking his old team mate's.

"Why do you need more people? Who are they?" Jiraiya asked curiously.

Shikamaru pushed a scroll in front of her, allowing her to open it and skim it quickly.

Jiraiya was the first to chuckle. "Not a bad angle, kid, but you don't really expect her to agree to this, do you?"

"This is just part of it, but it does serve a purpose." Shikaku answered.

"We don't normally allow non Clan heads into our meetings, Shikamaru." Tsunade snorted ready to flick the scroll back at him.

"I only request it for five minutes. I'm sure our guards can handle them."

Tsuande ground her finger nails against the top of the desk, ready to deny him, but Jiraiya patted her shoulder again, "You haven't participated in any of the meetings till the last one, Shikamaru, so you may be unfamiliar with the proceedings. This act would be pushing the boundaries of your rights."

"With all due respect, Jiraiya-sama," Shikaku answer in his son's stead, "You haven't been to many of them either with in the past decade. We, as a whole, are pretty flexible just so long as order and respect for each other's word is minded."

With a smirk, Jiraiya simply nodded. "Alright, that's fair."

Tsunade opened her draw, took out a stamp and pressed it against the bottom of the scroll. Taking her pen from an ink well, she signed her name right next to the wet mark.

Tsunade called for her assistant temporarily replacing Shizune. "Get this filed and sent to the ANBU guards, allowing these guests."

"Hai," The assistant left.

Shikamaru bowed low, "Thank you for allowing me to represent my suggestion, Hokage-sama."

Shikaku followed his son's bow.

Tsunade grumbled heatedly at their bent postures. "Don't make me regret this, you two."

Jiraiya waved at them, just as they stood up straight to head towards the door.

"Well, that was fun," Jiraiya chuckled, glancing at the names on the list. "What do you think he's going to do?"

"Not what I expected, that's for sure," She huffed, "He wants to include the wives of the Akimichi and Yamanaka Clans, as well as a few infants from the local orphanage. Why?"

"He's preparing his background argument with some visual aids, basically." Jiraiya assumed. "Whatever he's getting at, he is hoping for sympathy."

Tsunade hummed, intrigued, "Well, that sounds more positive than what I was expecting from him."

"What did you think he was aiming at?"

"What else?" Tsunade rolled her neck, massaging a stiff muscle that didn't want to yield. "Sabaku no Temari's head on a stick."

xxx

The seals on Inoichi's cage disappeared.

The Yamanaka Clan Head looked up from his seat, glancing at a bird masked ANBU who was unlocking the door.

"The Hokage has released you so that your seat in the quorum is filled. Depending upon your behavior, you may or may not be released from confinement."

Accepting his freedom, Ino's father followed compliantly.

Xxx

"This will be your first time to witness a Clan Meeting, Hanabi. I expect you to represent our family with dignity and honor while we discuss matters concerning the future of our village."

Hiashi personally examined his daughter's yukata; seeing that every tie was in place, her chin lifted with the right show of dignity and pride, that her back was straight and her eyes ever forward.

"Hai, Otou-sama."

"As future heiress, you will become what your sister could not," Hiashi strod forward towards the exit of their ground compound.

Cadet Branch members bowed to them at their passing, murmuring their names reverently.

"Hai, Otou-sama." Hanabi parroted, but asked something besides her agreeing mantra. "Will Hinata be joining us?"

Making a small noise of disagreement, Hiashi gave the smallest nods. "She will, but not much longer. Her position is to be forfeit once she is married off now that she is about to come of age in a few months."

"When she turns sixteen."

"Hm," Hiashi agreed. "The Land of Greens has a Daimyou whose cousin is next in line to take over. I think she would be happy there."

"Isn't she doing well as a kunoichi here, Otou-sama?"

"She is," Hiashi sniffed, "but hardly worthy for the title of heiress. You have surpassed her time and time again, Hanabi, so that she can't even beat her own sister who is five years her junior is unacceptable. During missions, her heart is always leaning towards peace and not fulfilling the duties that require her to make hard decisions."

Hanabi nodded, "Onee-san has always been soft hearted, Otou-sama, like mother."

The mention of his beloved wife gave Hiashi pause.

"That is why I think it would be good for Hinata to find her happiness in the Land of Greens. The people there are a lot like her. She would be happy with people who see the world as she does."

"Hai, Otou-sama," Hanabi continued to follow her father to the meeting that would determine the lives of their village.

Xxx

Suna, Kazekage's Office.

"She's gone, Kazekage-sama." He guard called out, kneeling before him. "This letter is all we found."

The Kazekage glanced at the scroll placed before him and the bamboo screen. One of his guards picked it up and showed it to him, waiting permission to open it.

With a delicate nod, the guard opened it and read it.

It took only a glance for the reader to see he should not speak the words written on script. "Kazekage-sama, it may be prudent for you to personally read or have a scribe-"

"We want you to read it," The voice was soft, commanding without a hint of anger.

Swallowing hard, the man did so.

"Father, for the longest time my brothers and I have done all we could to protect Suna, each other, and you…exactly in that order. When our mother died, we believed it was for the sake of Suna, its betterment and protection as the council and the public were told. Sacrifices needed to be made. People would be lost. Suna wasn't just our home, it was our legacy to be passed down from one generation to the next, something bigger and greater than any one individual.

I am and always will be proud to have been born here.

My people are strong and our heart as uncatchable and undeniable as the wind.

The sun can not destroy us. The cold will not break us. Lack of water, lack of affection, lack of greater things will not make us yield to anything!

I believe in that, just as I turn myself over to Konoha that, as one individual can do something to protect the whole. I know what they want from us because I have started something I intend to finish.

No one here will mourn Gaara, but I will. He is your son," the reader paused, hoping he wouldn't be speaking his last words of breath.

The Kazekage made no move to end his life, so he continued.

Swallowing, he did so.

"He is your son, just as Kankarou and I come from our mother's womb. We are alike because have used family to pursue our own selfish purposes. You used our mother to give birth to the Jinchuuriki, Gaara, my brother, and that killed her. Gaara housed the Shukaku, one tailed demon tanuki, which has drove him mad, and eventually caused his death in Konoha. You have used your brother in law, my uncle, Yashamaru, to try and assassinate my brother. I have used my brother, Kankurou, to assist me in trying to kill Gaara's murderer, Nara Shikamaru. To my deepest regret, that failed and I take full responsibility for his death. Now, I must do what is needed to protect those people who I have shamed with my actions:

My people.

I say 'my' people because, on my mother's and brothers' graves, I am not doing this for you, but for the people who I have always wished to enjoy a lasting peace. Not the false peaceful dreams of a man who has grand ideas at the costs of his people who love him and then discards them without considering their actions."

All the guards and Council Members present fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Continue." The Kazekage spoke.

"I pray Konoha takes my willing sacrifice and ends whatever hatred they have for us. In time, they may consider trades again or, at a minimum, will not put some kind of embargo on our village. Our people deserve to be protected and flourish without the cost of our lives, no, their lives. As the last remaining heir of Sabaku, I, Temari, will give myself to whatever justice Konoha has planned for me. What I do now, is not for you, father, but for my brothers, my mother, and for my people."

Your Last Heir,

Sabaku no Temari.

PS-Don't come looking for me, because we both know you will only do so out of a sense of duty to save face as opposed to the love of a father."

The room was quiet.

The Kazekage considered the faces of everyone who had witnessed the letter's petulant words.

"What word has come from the Daimyou and Tani?" he asked quietly.

A council member to his right answered, "Without knowing the reason to exhaust his army, he can not send any troops to support your requests. After our near invasion of Konoha last time and the deaths of your ch-"

The council member cleared his throat when he noticed the Kazekage's eyes open wide in anger.

"-the deaths of Gaara and Kankurou, he believes you may not be in the right state of mind to seek the support you desire. Since the Leaf is starting to fortify his borders as well as ours, he believes negotiations should be prudent to at least buy us some time."

"So, our Daimyou is prepared to surrender without a fight?" The Kazekage asked, more to himself than to the council member.

"If you wish for me to relay that message, Kazekage-sama, then I will have it written up and-"

"Do not be foolish, because we are not amused," The Kazekage whispered softly, gesturing dismissively. "What of Konoha?"

"We are sure they have received our offer and awaiting their reply."

Everyone waited to hear what the Kazekage's next words were going to be. When he spoke, it was with words that gave everyone pause.

"Have we been successful in recapturing the Shukaku?"

Council members glanced left and right. Finally, the one to his left spoke, "All efforts to seek out the Tanuki have been reduced for the sake of protecting our borders. We also don't know if the spirit has come back to Suna or lingers in Konoha."

"Wasn't the purpose of the Bijuu Container to bring the demon back should the Jinchuuriki vessel die?"

"It has been so in the past, but it would seem the spirit has somehow freed itself."

The Kazekage's eyes narrowed in displeasure. "How?"

"We don't know, Kazekage-sama," The councilman paled. "We don't have the necessary resources or skill to answer that."

Threading his fingers, the Kazekage spoke with grim finality, "Then we must make it so we do. The two top Seal Masters currently reside in Konoha and Kumo. Let us see if we can make a deal with Kumo."

"Yes, Kazekage-sama," A scribe started to make a note to prepare a messenger bird.

"In the meantime, bring all our shinobi back."

The council members and guards shifted uncomfortably. "But, from our borders, Kazekage-sama?"

"We believe we said that," he turned an irritated eye towards the one who questioned him. "Send half of them to protect our resource supplies: water, food, civilian population that outline all of Suna."

"We will leave our borders…unprotected?" The other members, including the guards didn't like where this was going.

The Kazekage nodded. "The rest, send out to seek the spirit of Shukaku."

"And your dau-Temari?"

"We will honor her with a hero's funeral for the sake of protecting Suna." He answered simply, "She has been killed by Konoha. Temari will be honored as a martyr and a hero. It will surpass the reality of what she has done."

"Yes, Kazekage-sama," The other councilmen agreed, but decided to ask, "Kumo will seek something very precious in return for helping out to find the Shukaku."

"We believe there is something we can attain for them that they would find worthy of their craft."

Every councilman and shinobi there decided not to ask. Whatever it was, the Kazekage seemed eager to do it.