It was always odd to see people do things that they weren't supposed to and while he had grown used to seeing people flying and breathing fire, those things still kept the person in a single place.

The cloning spells were always strange and in all honesty, they scared him a little, which is why he didn't have a lot of spells like them.

He did learn a few that allowed him to make copies of himself, or create illusions that he could control, but none of the spells that he had destroyed his body and remade it somewhere else.

His temporary clones were just that temporary, they existed to help him get out of danger, receive an enemy's attack, or help him attack an enemy.

The water cloning spell used something as small as a drop of water to recreate a person's body somewhere else but at the price of the user's original body.

The spell had little to no drawbacks as the user could even use his enemy's blood to remake his own body and kill his enemy from the inside.

Things like aging, hunger, and pregnancies were all passed into the water that the user transfers their consciousness to, so the users of the spell could never be immortal.

But if a user met someone who had a similar spell or had complete control over the water in their bodies, then there was a high chance that the users would blend into the enemy's body and become a part of them.

No one knows if the spell caster would even be conscious anymore, or if the person that they tried to kill was even capable of using their spell and accessing the information that was in their minds.

Still, time was passing faster than he had ever expected it to, the village didn't show any signs of slowing its growth, as more and more people just kept on comming.

The guards kept anyone that had any training near the border, but it was getting harder and harder to do, as everyone that made it to the border was either being escorted by the Sand Ninja or managed to get to the border by pure luck.

The reason that he didn't argue with the Kazekage about this was because of the deal he had made with the sand ninjas that first visited him.

"How are we doing with the refugees?" he asks his guard.

"Both the border guards and medics say all of the refugees are sick, injured, dehydrated, or malnourished."

"The ninjas and samurais are no different, believe it or not they all say the same thing that the Land of Rivers and Rain said in the contract."

"Their homes are either completely gone or they were so poisoned that people can't live in them anymore. They are offering themselves in exchange for a place for them and their families to live in." his old friend answers him.

"Why didn't the Sand Village just keep them?' he asks his guard.

"From what the refuges said, the Sand Ninjas are in better condition than they are, but not by a lot." his old friend answers.

He leans back on his chair again, he knows that what he is planning to do is not only idiotic but a complete breach of protocol.

The girls are the only leverage that he has against the Leaf, but at the same time, they put a huge target on the mountain.

Even if the mountain is a giant target for everyone in this world to attack, the girl's presence is enough to make those who want to harm it and them act.

As attackers will have no reason to restrain themselves, and will destroy everything they can before they escape or get killed.

'I think that it's time that I send my own ambassadors to the Sand Village." he says to his old friends whose eyes seem to harden.

'What are you planning?" his guard asks him.

"It's time that the girls see with their own eyes what their old friends have been doing since they came here." he says to his guard.

"That would destroy them." his guard says to him.

"True, but they need to lose whatever loyalty they have left before someone does manage to reach them." he says to his guard who starts to walk toward him.

'And what will you do if Sand decides to keep them or kill them?' his guard asks him with a cold but anger-filled voice.

"Nothing, the girls are from this world, so the people of this world are more capable of keeping them safe. But the Sand won't do either thing." says his guard.

"And why not?" his guard asks him.

"Because if what the refuges said is true and the way that the Sand Ninjas are acting isn't just an act, then they need us more than we need them.' he answers his guard who quickly leaves his office.

He can't help but close his eyes, three of his four most trusted men are gone just like that and the last of his guards has his mind scattered through the mountain, watching everyone that enters it.

"Necromancy is the ability to resurrect the dead, either by taking control of dead bodies and using them as disposable soldiers or using the spell to capture the soul of a dead person so that the user can interrogate it."

"But what do we call a person whose body was recreated by accident and somehow has regained their original soul?" he asks himself.

"We call them alive." his guard answers him.