Shang hmm’d as she finished. ”I would expect nothing less, from any of us,” he said, referring to the higher ranking Shinobi in the village. ”We will have to do something about that, I will focus my future studies on learning fuuinjutsu for you. Speaking of Lady Shizuka, if you’re curious to what happened, it appears she has fallen into a coma.” He was silent for a second. ”Before that she named me her successor. She planned to lead a raid on Kemurigakure to help the forces there, and in the event of her death… Well, she didn’t get the chance. Shortly after that, she collapsed.” Shang didn’t understand that, at all, and thought that it was a foolish decision. He grimaced. ”The secretary was there to witness it.” He felt particularly awkward, having pontificated on why he hadn’t risen in rank with the woman not more than a few days prior. It was easy to see how fortuitous the sudden change in fortune appeared to be.
”Regardless, I do not wish to help Kemurigakure. No more than is necessary to maintain the balance of power.” They had, in fact, been one of the villages that aided Konohagakure in Kumogakure’s subjugation. ”And, even if they lose – we can always help free them from their tyrants. They will love us more, then.” He did his best to hide the disdain in his voice – as if to say we made it on our own, they should, too.
”But, your mission will bring ire on us, unless the Chikamatsu has lost his teeth. And nothing about him suggests such to me. I do not hold you accountable, I appreciate that you carried out Lady Shizuka’s orders, and with zeal.” He paused for a moment and took another breath of that fresh air. This looked, under that Machiavellian perspective, even worse. Like he was buying loyalty. ”In fact, I’d like to promote you to Anbu. I think you have proved yourself capable, and worthy of trust to Lady Shizuka. And no one can deny that she was a hero.”