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Kakashi, Shisui, and Fugaku left shortly after the meeting ended. Mikoto stepped aside to talk with the withered old lady for a few minutes before calling for the kids; Sora and the baby three-year-old, Aobi along with Naruto, Sasuke, Hinata, and Sakura to class. It was certainly a cold day in hell when the four were happy to return to class, but Itachi suspects that it's the normalcy that going to school, even if it wasn't their school, that it provides.
Maybe, unconsciously, the kids were ready to find something that wasn't constant travels and living on the road. They want some level of stability and Itachi can understand that.
Thankfully, the old woman didn't seem to mind being released from her duty of looking after the kids. But seemed perfectly content with staying on as an aid and continuing to watch over the children. Itachi's sure she was ill-qualified as a sensei but didn't want to be alone. From the bit that Itachi's seen so far, she's the last of her own family. A daughter that moved away from the village, a son that died trying to protect it and a husband that she outlived. Illness, he believes someone said, took him too.
She might not have been able to really provide for the kids, but they no doubt helped assuage her loneliness.
Tsunade and Kyobachi headed out too to look around the village while Shizune planned out with the villagers to look over everyone to ensure that they were all alright and healthy. She started with the pregnant woman. Everyone else was encouraged to go back to their daily business and she would make her way to all of them in time.
Meanwhile, Itachi makes his way around the town, watching as everyone gets back to work, observing their daily lives to reinforce his belief that they were just simple people. They lived in a quiet little hamlet down minding their own business. They watched him, he knows, as they go about their daily lives, and those that he recognized waved at him when he made eye contact with them. He would tip his head lightly and move on, observing both the people and the surroundings.
Itachi turned his attention to the mountain, still utterly fascinated by it. Naturally, Itachi figured that the darkened space beneath it where no light reached would have been hot, boiling even, but it wasn't. It was a touch cooler than the rest of the space around them as the mountain provided shade. And once Itachi got close enough to touch the mountain itself, he found that the metal itself was smooth and cold to the touch. He was fascinated by it, trying to send some of his chakra into it only to have his chakra forced back at him or slide across the surface of it and bounce off.
Upon further investigation around the mountain, Itachi found his way underground, through the passages that Toru was telling them about. Most lead to dead ends and some went for miles, he's guessing. It was definitely something that he would have to investigate further when time permitted. He mentally mapped out as much as he was willing to travel before heading back to the village, going to the school to find the only collection of paper and writing utensils and recreated a map of what he memorized and kept it with him.
Itachi also took that time to plan out what he thought was important for the kids to learn and how he wanted the academy to be structured. Sora wasn't so old that if she wanted training in becoming a shinobi it wasn't too late for her to pick up basics, but Itachi wasn't narrow-minded enough to believe that shinobi should be the only ones given proper schooling.
Back in Konoha, there was only the academy for those that wish to become shinobi. Itachi didn't want that. In order for this country to get back on its feet, people had to be educated. They had to be able to provide for themselves and their families. That meant that everyone should know how to read and write, should know basic math and sciences. At the very least, everyone should be able to get that much. Then, where they choose to go from there is their choice. From what Itachi understands, seeing as he was born to be a shinobi and doesn't know different from first hand, kids not interested in being shinobi are taught at home by their families. If their families didn't know math, they wouldn't either.
Luckily for Konoha, most of the people there were wealthy enough to have learned all of those basic things, whether they learned at the academy and taught their children who didn't want to be shinobi, or they got schooling elsewhere and were able to teach their children. Otherwise, as far as Itachi knew, there weren't a lot of illiterate people in Konoha.
Honestly, Itachi believes there shouldn't be any. Everyone deserves the chance to make something of themselves. He doesn't believe that people born without money don't stand a chance at a good life. In that regard, luckily, these people haven't been without. Someone was smart enough to have kept reading and writing a priority as it appears as though, aside from little Aobi, everyone seems capable of both reading and writing. Itachi fears that may not be the case for the rest of the land.
Unfortunately, right not, Itachi can't worry about the rest of the land. He can only worry about his little village.
While all the kids are outside, learning about chakra from Mikoto, Itachi takes some time to use their limited paper and pens to write out a detailed plan for the academy. He started planning out the academy's structure, where at some point during their schooling, they would divide into three separate class types. Those that wanted to be shinobi, those that wanted to be samurai, and those that wanted to work in any other applicable field; such as medical, agricultural, etc.
Itachi mentally plans out mathematical percentages to support his plan for the next few years. At least until the village can gain its own sustainable income, that is. He hasn't told anyone yet, seeing as it is very ambitious and probably out of the realm of possibility, but Itachi wanted to provide a small grace period for the clinic. Where for the first few months following its completion, people would be able to be seen for free. They could get bones set, have wounds looked at, have babies, without the worry of the bill.
It wasn't just a nice gesture from a bleeding heart, though. Itachi suspects that many of the villages in this land are unable to afford decent health care. If he is able to provide a clinic that has great health care for free - at first - it would encourage people to come to their village, and also improve the overall health of the people of this land. Itachi knows that such a thing would never be able to sustain itself, unfortunately, not without the village flipping the bill every single time, but perhaps a short grace period..?
No, Itachi doesn't know. He has to think about that more.
As for the other part of his plan, one he's not so keen on bending on is the academy. He was going to ensure that the academy was being funded by the village. Ergo, no one would have to pay for admittance. It was going to be like in Konoha, where the village paid all the expenses of the academy so that any who attended that wanted to be a shinobi would be able to. Essentially, the way that the Hokage explained it to him, those that went through the academy, on the village's yen, would pay it back with either their service or their life. And if they dropped out, the loss wasn't so significant that the village was damaged somehow by it.
At least, in that regard, Itachi could agree. He wanted the village to sustain the academy, that was the only way that everyone would be given the chance to succeed. No matter what they wanted to do, everyone would get the chance to enter into their field of choice and ultimately uplift the entirety of the land. The only logical way for this land to prosper is for the majority to be successful. Itachi isn't naive, he understands those that would abuse and manipulate and even squander this chance, but he can't see a situation in which one of those things would occur and he would be willing to take it out on everyone.
Perhaps he'll be wrong. But he doesn't imagine so. At least not at this moment.
Itachi then goes to find Kyobachi and locates the village coffers, which were as pitiful as Itachi imagined them to be. It was in discovering that, that Itachi learned that Toru's closest aged brother, Kyobachi's third son, Kai was in charge of the village's money. He made it his living to be good with numbers for the sake of the village. He was the one in charge of all of the village's money. So Itachi introduced himself, figuring that they were going to be working a lot in the near future.
As far as Itachi could tell, from the bit of time they talked numbers, Kai knew what he was doing. Itachi was also very good with numbers, so he figured he would have to do the accounting too for the time being but knew he would have to eventually outsource to someone else who could do the job singularly, so it's nice to see someone knew what to do right out of the gate. Itachi wasn't good at delegating duties, but he knew that he had to. His obsessive need to be in control was really being tested with his.
But he supposed that was for the best. He was being groomed for positions of control and power, learning how to delegate was probably part of the conditioning, he's sure. Perhaps being able to do anything he set his mind to has made him slow to trust others with things he knows that he would just be able to do himself.
Itachi then went to do rounds, starting with the kids and his mother, who were doing fine, then walked around the village talking with people, at this point almost all that he came across had been seen by Shizune. He takes a bit of time to talk to everyone that he comes across so that he can get a better feel for the people and as he suspected, everyone has been very welcoming and curious of him, of them. He then found Tsunade and Kyobachi were already back in the village again. Tsunade pointed out the good places she thought of for him to check out, which he agreed to.
He made sure that they were okay before heading to the noted places, agreeing that the places she chose were best for now. With how small the village is, Itachi would love it if such places were somewhere deep within the village, but considering it is small, there isn't a lot of places to put it.
Itachi didn't say it, but he's sure everyone surely realized that, at some point, their homes will all have to be redone. All of them are do for an upgrade, but Itachi isn't going to be hasty. His plans are big, but he knows that he has to go step by step. He doesn't want to get too ahead of himself.
The day is nearly coming to an end by the time Kakashi, Shisui, and Fugaku came back. Seeing as they only had a few hours to do a few odd jobs, Kakashi and Shisui didn't have a lot of yen for their work, but it was enough to get them started. Normally, like in Konoha, Itachi wanted to give a portion of their earnings back to them but knew that he couldn't really give them a lot. But neither of them accepted their cut, opting to donate the yen in its entirety to the village. They were all classified as D-ranked missions, which hardly would have been worth it anyway.
The important part of them being out there was not only to provide a service, but it was to get their name out there too. That their little mountainside village was able to provide something useful - at least to that village. Now, if someone is willing to pay to have something done, they'll come there. Or they will, in time.
He has to wonder, though, what the people will think when they realize that they can commission the assistance of shinobi? Itachi's unsure of which way the wind will blow. Either people will be ecstatic at the chance to get some of their freedom and safety back from the people that oppressed them, or they are going to be utterly terrified that someone else has come to lord over them.
Unfortunately, only time will tell. Itachi wants to ensure that their presence is seen as a positive one. Not the same as the samurai.
But well... they'll have to see.
"Did you manage to locate an architect?" Itachi asks, passing the money on to Kai, who was pleased to add it to the village coffers.
"I found some leads," Fugaku says, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm going to see if I can locate him tomorrow. From what I understand, this man, Tetsuya Hiroshi, was famous in these parts. He comes from a long line of innovative builders. His grandfather helped design the capital city during its expansion period, and then his father helped it grow shortly before it was destroyed in the Land's collapse."
"He's still in the area?" Itachi asks, wondering how much all of that was going to cost. They needed someone skilled to be able to plan out structures suited for their village, as well as commission powerlines, sewer systems, and indoor plumbing. Itachi knew that it wasn't going to be cheap in the slightest, but hopefully, Itachi wasn't going to have to pay for the name and just the service.
Also, something else he remembered just now, he took the money from the Uchiha's coffers before he ran from Konoha. Probably not all of it, but he does have a good portion. Not enough, surely, for the entire endeavor, but enough to hopefully get them started. But Itachi really doesn't want to use that money. In his mind, it belongs to his family, to his brother in specific. The Uchiha family money is meant to ensure that if they needed it, they had it. It's a fortune, no doubt, but Itachi's not sure he wants to dump all of Sasuke's money into Itachi's projects when Itachi can just earn it himself and pay for it.
Itachi can't decide if it's idiocy or morality getting in his way.
"Apparently so," Fugaku says. "He's in the next town to the west, so I'll head out there at daybreak tomorrow. For now, I'll go and see some of the village men and women, see if any of them are willing to offer their services for training."
"Thank you..." Itachi says slowly. Fugaku nods once, curtly, before walking off.
"So, what did you end up doing today?" Shisui asks curiously as the three slowly make their way back to their shanty.
Itachi sighs. "A lot, and yet nothing."
"Meaning?"
Itachi sends him a sideways glance. "I checked in around the village. I checked out the spots Lady Tsunade and Kyobachi chose. I looked in on the village coffers. I planned out the academy structure a bit." Not that he's listing it off, it really does feel like he didn't do anything today. Like his entire day was wasted. "Oh, well, I did also take a look at the mountain."
"Oh?" Kakashi asks, turning a single dark eye toward the hulking figure blocking out the stars ahead of them. "Learn anything interesting?"
"I figured with it being blackened metal that it would be hot to the touch," Itachi says slowly, "but it wasn't. It was cool. Cold, almost."
Shisui snorts loudly, casting Kakashi an amused look. "Uchiha genius touches blackened rock that's been sitting outside on a warm sunny day with his bare hand expecting it to be hot."
Kakashi laughs as Itachi flushes in embarrassment, now wishing he hadn't said anything. Okay, maybe not the smartest thing he's done. At least it didn't come back to bite him. Well, not directly. This was of his own making.
"Good to see the day is well spent," Kakashi teases, crinkles appearing around his single dark eye.
Itachi flushes even harder as Shisui slings his arm over the youngest boy's shoulders. "Come now, Kakashi, Itachi's brilliant brain is sometimes focusing so much on other things that he ignores simple things..."
"Like common sense?" Kakashi laughs.
"You can both leave now," Itachi mumbles, glaring at both of them. They walk a bit in silence before Itachi says, softly, "Is it as bad out there as I think it is?"
Sobering up, Kakashi says, evenly, "Yes. Getting this far into the land was a good indicator of how bad things are. The land is basically impoverished. No, not basically. It is. These people are struggling hard to survive. Something has to change, and quickly. There is no middle class here. There are those with money and those barely clinging to life."
Itachi nods, shoulders slumping a bit. "A culmination of a lot of things made it this way. Highest up on the list was that civil war. The samurai fracturing and fighting with one another destroyed this place."
"The economy crashed," Kakashi says smoothly. "It's as simple as that. Without a competent power structure to control the land - without the Daimyo - and the Samurai grabbing at any small bit of power that they could cause all of this. Sure there was unrest of the people, and the Daimyo wasn't fit for duty, but competent leaders would have been able to hold this country together. But no, they chose their own power over the needs of the people. And it's a shame."
"Yeah," Shisui agrees, pulling his arm from around Itachi's shoulder to tuck them behind his head. "Kyobachi was telling us a bit about it from his time serving as a Samurai, but there is a lot of people out there that remember what it was like. No one was really happy before the civil war, but at least there was stability, there was order. No one thought that it would turn out this bad. People just want something better. They want life breathed back into the land and they've wanted it long before the samurai took over."
Itachi looks down at the dirt path really feeling the size of this situation. He knows everything must be taken one step at a time, but this feels more like a five hundred year plan than anything else. Itachi knows that he probably wouldn't live long enough to see the fruits of his labor in its entirety. Itachi understands this, but he hopes that he can lay down a good groundwork for the people that follow.
"Tomorrow," Itachi says slowly, looking between his cousin and senpai, "I'll have you both go back out again. I'm sure these endeavors will cost us a significantly pretty yen. So keep taking missions and make some yen for us."
Both of them nod in agreement.
In no better condition than the night before, they all gather around the small fire pit in the room. Itachi laid on his back as the kids sat around him, blabbing away about school. Sasuke has already learned the fireball jutsu from Fugaku and Hinata grew up learning her clan's gentle fist, so the two of them knew all about chakra while Naruto, Sora, and Sakura were lacking in their own knowledge.
They talk all bout the cool new stuff they learned from Mikoto. Then at some point, they talked about Sora, how nice she was, and how cool. She did up Sakura's hair, braiding it neatly, and Hinata, which she managed a loose braid with flowers woven into it. Mikoto undid their hair before now, promising that all the kids would be getting baths the next day.
Itachi's relieved. He knows that he desperately needs one. There was a small, community bathhouse somewhat far from the village near a natural set of hot springs that were hidden from plain view, not through any choice of their own. It was one of the only places with a significant upkeep. Fugaku takes a walk around the perimeter of the house one more time - something he always did before bed back in Konoha - before calling it a night. Everyone found their places around the room and settled in for the night.
This time, though, Itachi was surrounded by the kids, all too tuckered out from their long day to move anywhere else. While listening to the crackling of the fire, Itachi lightly ran his fingers over Naruto's blond hair, thankful that the young blond was there with them instead of back in Konoha, where no one was looking out for him. At least, not in the way that he should be looked out for.
"Her name was Kushina," Mikoto says softly, her head on Fugaku's shoulder from across the room.
Itachi looks over at his mother, curiously. "Naruto's mom?"
Mikoto nods. "Kushina, Minato, and I were in class together at the academy. She was my best friend and I loved her. When I married your father, she was my maid-of-honor. That's where Minato and your father met."
"With our wives being best friends, how could we not be?" Fugaku asks rhetorically, opening his eyes.
Kakashi is staring at the ceiling with his arms behind his head and Pakkun laying on his chest. He doesn't say anything, just sits quietly and listens.
"Minato and Kushina are both yours and Sasuke's godparents. Or, they were, when they were alive," Mikoto says softly, looking over at Naruto with equal parts fondness and sadness. "And we are Naruto's." Mikoto laughs softly, taking Fugaku's hand between both of hers. "Naruto looks exactly like Minato - and I mean, exactly. Same blue eyes, same bushy blond hair."
"Same friendly, yet naive look in his eyes," Fugaku cuts in, a touch of fondness in his voice.
Mikoto smiles. "But his personality is all Kushina. She's a real hellion. She was, I mean." Her smile falters for a moment, thinking about something. Her dark eyes turn to Itachi. "As much of a prankster and headstrong as she was, she loved you. Oh, Itachi, she would come over and ask me if she could babysit you all the time. She adored you like none other. She spoiled you and treated you like her own son."
Itachi stares back at her, curiously, searching his memory for such a person, but he doesn't remember. Which is easy to understand. From what he's gathered, both Minato and Kushina were killed in the Nine-Tails attack, and Itachi was only five at the time. He doesn't have a lot of memories of that time aside, really for the attack itself.
No, scratch that. Itachi remembers the war. He remembers the blood and the bodies. He remembers the moans of agony and death screams. Perhaps the finer details are lost on him but he remembers those things. He remembers the nights he would wake up screaming in fear. He knows he still sometimes has those nights. He just doesn't wake up crying anymore. His own screams don't tear him from sleep anymore. Now he jerks, or jumps, or simply opens his eyes and stares, paralyzed by fear as his heart pounds in his chest.
Without much time to sleep, Itachi hasn't had the misfortunate of seeing nightmares of his family just yet, but those are bound to come. Add them to the collection of demons that follow him around.
"You went to war so young..." Mikoto says softly, curling into Fugaku's side. "You were hurt out there, do you remember that?" Itachi shakes his head, not remembering ever really getting hurt. "Well you did, and this was during the height of the war, you had only been there for a short time. You were bleeding so bad and your blood type is rare. They ran out of O-neg at the front line hospital." Mikoto closes her eyes, pained by the memory.
"You were so small, so pale..." Fugkau says, staring into the fire. "You only survived because Kushina gave you some of her blood. She didn't hesitate, she didn't ask questions. She loved you and the thought of you being hurt, of you dying... she wouldn't allow it."
"And they just let her do that?" Itachi asks. "Transfuse blood directly? I thought that wasn't allowed."
"It's not safe, but sometimes in extenuating circumstances, there is leeway," Mikoto says. She presses one of her hands into her eyes, exhausted and sad. "You shouldn't have been out there. I hated that you were out there. But I am so thankful to Kushina. She... saved your life. Looking after, and loving, her sweet, wonderful little boy is the least that I can do."
Itachi looks down at the sleeping face of the boy, younger than his own little brother.
Mikoto opens her eyes and looks at Naruto again with sad eyes. "I just wished that I had done something sooner... I would have given him the best life I possibly could have I realized that..."
"You thought the Hokage was looking out for him," Itachi says delicately, hating the shame shining in his mother's eyes. "You didn't have any reason not to trust him."
Mikoto turns her dark eyes to Itachi, cold and hard, "I should have known no one would love that little boy as much as me. He is our family. He is my third son. We all stay together, no matter what." She stares at her oldest, nodding slowly. "You're doing a good job, Itachi. We're here with you the entire time, okay?"
"I'm not a little boy anymore," Itachi says softly, laying down next to Naruto with Sakura on his other side.
Mikoto's expression softens and she leans against Fugaku, closing her eyes. "Oh, sweet baby boy. I'm sorry to tell you but no matter how old you get, you will never not be my little boy."
Itachi turns toward Naruto, seeing the younger boy in a different light. Ironic. Kushina Uzumaki saved Itachi's life as a little boy, so that he may later save the life of her own son. Or perhaps karmic justice. A life for a life. Itachi knew that Naruto was basically part of his family without knowing any of this, but now he feels he owes Naruto something more. Naruto's mother saved his life, it's only right that Itachi does everything he can to make a good life for the little boy.
As if he needed any more reason to look after and love Naruto.
"We are family," Itachi says softly to the sleeping boy, but thinking about everyone in the room. Even thinking about those in the village - but also those in Konoha who are completely innocent. His former team, his classmates, his teammates, his teachers. People who couldn't possibly know what was going on behind the scene. He thinks about them too. "We are family, not because of blood, but because of love. And better than everything else, Uchiha know the importance of love."
The next day, Itachi did his rounds across the small village before getting with Shizune and Tsunade together and get them to figure out everything that they would need to get a functional clinic together. It's still a long way off, but Itachi likes numbers. He likes some idea of what to plan for so he can mentally prepare for it. He made sure that both of them knew that what this was, was to simply look and see, put a list together.
Honestly, Itachi was willing to give them whatever they want. He believes that there are three things that should never be skimped on no matter what. Protection, education, and medicine. Those things are way too important to ignore - at least in Itachi's opinion. And he supposed, at least for now, his opinion was all that mattered. So long as he kept doing things that people believed as either logical, reasonable, or beneficial, they were going to just let him continue on without question.
Which suits him fine.
Once everyone is going on with their day, Itachi heads back to the mountain, activating his Sharingan and flinching in pain. Shisui was right when they first got there. His senses were on overdrive, but he was able to push past it, but this chakra metal... looking at it through the eyes of the Sharingan was trippy, to say the least. The initial sight hurt his eyes, making them feel like hot pokers were jammed into them. Then he took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself, before looking around.
He went back into the same cave as before. What was hurting his eyes, was following invisible movement. He couldn't see what his eyes could. Or his Sharingan was able to pick up something that his brain simply couldn't comprehend. To him, at first, it was nothing. His eyes were tracing movement in his own mind, but the more he wandered around the tunnels, making sure to keep a mental map of where he was going, his eyes started to adjust to whatever it was that it was following.
His head was splitting and he doesn't even want to begin to think about the damage being done to his eyes, but he feels like he's following something. But after over two hours of wondering, he has to stop and send his Sharingan away. His head hurting so bad he had to sit down in one of the tunnels with the heels of his palms in his eyesockets to somehow alleviate some of the pain. He's not sure how long he sat there with his eyes closed, willing the strain in them to ease and the headache to go away.
While doing that he couldn't help but chastise himself for wasting valuable time hunting around in a strange old cave when he could have been doing... well, literally anything else. But Itachi's always been curious by nature and if there was some way for them to harvest this metal and sell it, he thinks that they should. Not that roaming around in the underbelly of the mountain was going to show him how to do that, but here he was.
He rubs at his eyes a bit more before deciding that he could continue on, ignoring the pain he felt. His head was throbbing and his eyes still stung, blurring badly after initially opening them, but they cleared up after blinking a few times.
There was something about these tunnels, something about the metal itself that somehow refracted light from the sun inside of itself. The tunnels were dark, yes, but within the walls, there was glowing light, like the mountain itself trapped bits of radiant starlight inside of it. Honestly, it was beautiful. It was hard to see inside of without a torch or some other light source, but shinobi's eyes are exceptionally good in the dark so Itachi didn't need one to see around. Maybe he'll bring the kids here when they are a bit older and this place is better explored. It's beautiful.
Itachi mentally backtracks back to the village, following his mental map when a light catches his attention. It's not really a light, more of a glow than anything else. Like someone lit a fire in there, which doesn't seem possible. With how hard it is to forge using chakra metal, Itachi would image it's very heat resistant to say the least.
Itachi hesitates, for only a moment before heading toward the light. He remembered Toru saying something about a light within the tunnels and Itachi assumed it was an underground lava chamber of sorts, which he feels he should know about just in case... something. So he follows it down a new series of tunnels. About twenty minutes into it, Itachi realizes that, like the sun, whatever was glowing down there was refracting off of the metal itself. Once he realized that, he started to consider going back for the day and picking this up tomorrow when he sees it.
At first, Itachi wasn't sure what he was looking at. Obviously, it's where a tunnel drops off into a wide-open space. It doesn't take a ninja for Itachi's tongue to taste like chakra. Itachi couldn't even begin to wonder what other secrets this magnificently impossible mountain could hold.
Too much super condensed chakra in its natural form - energy - is toxic. People could get sick from breathing it in, but also from it seeping into their skin. Itachi takes a few steps back into the tunnel, realizing that the metal was keeping it contained - holy sweet Kami - before taking a few breaths to ease the strain in his lungs and throat.
He slows down his heart rate, takes a deep breath, steps forward, and looks down.
Itachi knew that with toxic fumes like that, he was going to have to be careful in where they decided to mine the metal - if they were going to. He knew that if there was a breach somewhere, these fumes could kill so many people. He knew that there were pockets of nature chakra so thick that they appeared as a toxic haze in only a few notable places around the world. He just couldn't believe this tiny village sat on top of one.
And when he looked down into the darkness below, staring at the strands of light, Itachi knew his suspicions were correct. Now he just needed someone who's seen one in person to know for absolute certain, but Itachi is almost certain that he and his little village are sitting right on top of an untapped chakra ley line.
