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Chapter 36 - Chapter 36: Echoes and Shadows

Dawn found Ren in the courtyard, the tanto his father had given him clutched in his hands.

He wasn't practicing—not yet. He was simply looking at the blade, thinking back to how his father held it, how his chakra flowed through it.

"This blade has a history," his mother said, looking at the tanto. "Your father only used it on his first missions, then he put it away. He said he couldn't use it to its full potential, that the way he channeled chakra was… peculiar. 'It's not a blade for me,' he always said. 'It's waiting for its true wielder.'"

Ren turned. His mother was standing in the doorway, two cups of steaming tea in her hands. Her eyes were tired—she probably hadn't slept much—but there was a gentle smile on her face.

"He showed it to me proudly," she continued, handing him a cup. "He was so young then, so serious… just like you."

They sat together, watching the morning mist dance across the courtyard.

"The shop is supposed to reopen today," Yuki said after a long silence.

Ren nodded. They both knew it—life had to go on. But the thought of walking into the shop, of seeing all those items his father had touched, fixed, sold...

"I can help before I go to the academy," he offered.

The shop seemed smaller without Toshiro present. Every corner held a memory: the shelf where he neatly stacked kunai, the counter where he leaned to talk to customers, the chair in the corner where he sat to check inventory.

As he helped his mother sort out a new delivery of shuriken, Ren noticed how his hands were shaking slightly. Yet, he continued to work, smiling at the customers who came in with condolences on their faces.

"Your mother is a strong woman," his father had once said. Only now did Ren understand how strong she truly was.

In the afternoon, after the academy, he returned to training. But this time it was different. Every movement of the tanto was no longer just an exercise - it was a dialogue with his father who was no longer there.

'Strength does not come from the arm,' he heard Toshiro's voice in his memory, 'but from the heart.'

He adjusted his posture, integrating elements of his own style with the techniques his father had taught him. The result was something new - not purely Mizutani style, but not entirely his own.

'This emptiness… it doesn't go away… I've never felt anything so strong.'

It was his mother who found him hours later, still training in the fading light of day.

"You're changing your style," she observed.

Ren stopped, surprised. He hadn't realized she could notice.

"He did the same thing," she continued with a nostalgic smile. "He took traditional techniques and adapted them, made them his own. He always said that a weapon should adapt to the warrior, not the other way around."

'Tou-san…'

She paused, and for a moment Ren saw how tired she was, how she was struggling to maintain that facade of strength.

"Kaa-san," she said softly, lowering her sword. "It's okay not to be strong all the time."

She looked up at him, startled, and something seemed to break in her eyes. She hugged him suddenly, and Ren felt her silent tears as she clung to him.

While mother and son shared their grief, a very different scene unfolded in the Kirigakure council chamber. Lanterns cast uneasy shadows on the tense faces of those present, while rain beat insistently on the windows.

"A mission gone completely wrong," Councilor Tanaka's voice filled the room. "Four ANBU squads decimated, Akito dead, and for what?"

The Third Mizukage sat still, his face lined with exhaustion and frustration. The mission report lay open before him, its pages stained with blood.

"Not only have we lost valuable men," another councilor continued, his voice shaking with anger, "but now we risk a diplomatic incident with Konoha. All for a crazy plan!"

"Watch your words, Yamamoto." The Mizukage's voice was low but sharp as a blade. "I remind you that you are in the presence of your Mizukage. And if memory serves, you were among the most enthusiastic supporters of Akito's plan."

Silence fell over the room again. No one dared look the village leader in the eye.

"Akito's suicide complicates matters," Himura, the eldest of the councilors, finally said. "We could have used him as a scapegoat to appease Konoha."

"And now?" someone asked from the shadows. "How will we justify this... this massacre?"

The Mizukage slowly stood up, his figure casting a menacing shadow on the wall. "We will find a way. Kirigakure has always known how to handle its... complications."

In a hidden room, a figure sat in near-total darkness. The light of a single candle barely illuminated the weathered face of Uchiha Madara.

"Everything is going according to plan," he murmured to his companion in the shadows. "Akito's death was necessary." A sinister smile formed on his wrinkled face. "And now... now we can proceed to the next stage."

The candle's flame flickered, as if it too feared the elder Uchiha's words.

As the council broke up, its members dispersed into the evening mist. The last to leave was Councilor Fujino. For a moment, as he passed by a lantern, the light revealed his gaze - dilated, empty pupils with a reddish sheen that was terribly reminiscent of a Sharingan pattern.

The mist of Kirigakure swallowed him up, hiding from the world yet another puppet in a game far greater than anyone could have imagined.

Only the rain continued to fall, washing away the blood but not the secrets that the Hidden Mist Village held in its depths.