Things did not come well. As usual, the situation just went worse when people panicked. I suffered tremendous headache for two month after Sandaime's sudden vanishing because the people living inside my shell were frightened. The council divided most of my military force into 3 shifts, which all the people took turns to search for Sandaime so that there were always some people looking for their beloved leader. The scorching sun could not stop them for searching, the freezing night could not stop them for searching. At the end, even a bloody invasion could not stop most of the headstrong young shinobi for wasting their time in the lifeless desert.
All the people living inside my psychical shell were anxious to find their beloved Kazekage. Their anxiety were such huge that I was blind, literally blinded by the anxiety. I remembered the senior council tried to call off the fruitless searching one month after that deadly night. However, this suggestion was opposed by almost all the living-things in my psychical shell. Some young men ever throw stones taped with explosive tags to the windows of the seniors, who advised calling off the search. After one poor old man nearly died from a heart attack due to the humiliating. The council had to continue this fruitless search, even though all the old men in the meeting room hoped all the human in my psychical shell found back their brains in the next second.
However, before my shinobi worn off their unreasonable passion in searching Sandaime, a small shinobi tribe placed at the boundary between the Land of Wind and the Land of River was attacked by shinobi, who were suspected came from Amegakure. I could not response this incident in my usual pace because most of my military power was scattered in this vast lifeless desert. At the time the management level left in the village finally sent out a team made up with 27 shinobi, it was too late. Those 27 shinobi could not save any living-thing. What was left from that tribe was white tents polluted with their masters' blood. The sickening smoke came from burning a mixture of human flesh, leather goods and hay was spread by the wind and blanked the business route near this massacre site. How I was preformed terribly at this incident spread from one tribe to another tribe faster than the smoke.
Even this tragedy could not persuade some of the young men to stop looking for Sandaime. I knew how they thought in their naïve mind—every problem would solve if Sandaime came back. Only I knew Sandaime would never come back but no one could hear my heart-broken cry, no one knew this heart-broken fact. At those chaos days, I could hardly keep myself awake. I was always in pain because all my shinobi were sad and disappointed. The pain would often knocked me into unconscious. Every time I awoke from the unconscious only found out I was a step nearer to my disappearance.
I awoke again from my unknown times of pass out caused by tremendous pain. I could hardly see, move or speak because my shinobi lost their faith in me.
Maybe it is the time. I thought about my disappearance calmly. I wondered if there is a heaven for me, where I can see Akuira, Ryu and my womanizer Sandaime again. At the moment I was dreaming about my disappearance, I hear a loud but low voice delivering a speech.
We should despise ourselves! Look what we have done these days! Crying for parents just like a little child found his candy dropped on the dirt. Kazekage Sama is missing because we did not do a good job to protect him. Lives were lost because we did not fulfill our promise to our allies.
Right now, Sunagakure is in danger. Iwagakure already has murdered our friends, our comrades, our relatives and our families. And many more shinobi villages will join greedy Iwa to tear our village into piece. What should we do? Crying for help? No one would help us if we do not fight for our lives and our village!
We are responsible to protect our own land! We will protect our own land!
When our Kazekage Sama came back to our Sunagakure, we will tell him we fought for our village bravely and Iwa shinobi were cowards because they could only rob when their neighbor was in trouble!
Right now, I am asking you what we should do when enemies come to destroy our village. What is your answer?
I heard a loud "Fight!" came from all my shinobi. The sound was so loud, it reminded me about a tsunami took place at the coastal area of the Land of Wind. I cried silently, not for my existence but for the brave souls lived on this lifeless land.
The moment I regained my sight and a little strength, I curiously observed my savior, who just delivered a speech full of confident and power. He was hugging the toilet and throwing all the contents in his stomach to the toilet like his pregnant wife or his over-drunk boss. He just not looked like the man who delivered a strong speech but he was the man saved me. Later in the mid of the war, my savior became my Yodaime Kazekage. Oh, my shy Yondaime. He always throws up before and after he delivers a public speech. Only the old men in the council and me knew this cute little secret.