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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
It had only been a day since her encounter with the foreign shinobi that took her sight. She'd made it home without incident, her bandaging having stopped the bleeding and prevented sand from getting into her wound. Medics at the hospital had cleaned it up and left her other socket nice and neat and empty.
Empty. That was how the redheaded chuunin felt at the moment. By nature, she was an optimist, always believing that things would get better. She'd tried to convince herself that losing her other eye wasn't such a big deal. It wouldn't cripple her; she wouldn't let it. She could be just as accomplished a shinobi without sight, despite what others may think.
But the longer she had to sit and dwell in her now-eternal darkness, the worse she felt. ShIe would never be able to stretch out on a slab of sandstone in the sunshine and watch clouds drift over the blue sky. She would never be able to pick up a book and read printed words off the page. As she was, she couldn't even do her job; without being able to see and remember faces, and read paperwork, Kazuko couldn't guard the gates of Suna. So what could she do?
As soon as she had been released from the hospital, she'd visited the Kazekage's building and scheduled an appointment with the woman - surprisingly, she'd had an opening early in the morning that very next day. She supposed it was because nobody wanted to get up that early, not even the village's beloved leader.
She had awoken sometime in the middle of the night, unable sleep for her restlessness. It didn't matter that it was still dark. Kazuko went about her normal morning routine, shuffling into furniture and missing what she was grasping for more often than she would like to admit. Eventually, she managed to pull out her favorite jacket and pants and sling her hat over her brushed-but-messy hair, tying her hitai-ate around her empty eye sockets. Instead of trying to cook breakfast, she swallowed a ration bar and a cup of instant coffee - blech. But it was better than setting the kitchen on fire trying to make pancakes.
It was only because the village pathways were burned into her memory that she was able to get to the Kazekage building without getting lost. And, of course, she'd arrived early, unsure of precisely what time it was. After what seemed like an eternity, she was informed that Isei-sama would see her.
Kazuko stepped into the kage's office and bowed. "Kazekage-sama."
Kimiko yawned a loud, undignified yawn. It took a lot of willpower to not rest her head on her desk and sleep a little more; something she did actually do sometimes. It wasn't that she went to bed exceptionally late, no, but even after five years of being the Kazekage, Kimiko was still not an early-morning person.
Kimiko wondered why Kazu-chan wanted to see her so early. It was rare for the girl to ask an audience of the Kage at an odd hour. She did have a mission objective to report, but late afternoon would have been the time to expect the girl, not when it was still dawn. Still, the kage did her best to look awake at full attention when she was informed that Kazuko would be entering.
Kimiko dipped her head in return greeting.
“Good morning, Kazu-chan. What brings you...”
The pinkette trailed off, getting a good look at the girl. Instead of the eyepatch she normally wore, her ninja headband had been tied around her eyes like a blindfold. The chuunin didn't seem the type to do silly stunts out of boredom, and that concerned the woman.
Kazuko's body was angled in the general direction of Isei-sama; while she could tell where the woman was due to the sound of her movements, she wasn't able to precisely face her, something the woman was sure to notice. And of course, the headband tied over both her eyes instead of the eye patch over just one. That was a rather glaring difference.
"I would have a report written for you but I can't see to write one anymore," she murmured. "Encountered an enemy shinobi, village and identity unknown. He was on a mission of his own and apparently, I looked similar to his target. He attempted to kill me - and failed, obviously - but he took my other eye. And he threatened my life if I told anyone of the encounter. Unluckily for him, I'm not that easily intimidated." After the shock had dissipated and the reality had settled in, her anger had sparked. She still didn't hold a grudge against the man, but that didn't mean she didn't want to rub his face on a cactus.
"As you might assume... Mission failed. Upon being injured I returned immediately to the village to seek medical care."
Standing and putting more attention on the girl led Kimiko to realize she wasn't being looked at. Something was wrong with Kazu-chan's eyes.
"I would have a report written for you but I can't see to write one anymore."
Worry flooded her expression, and she came around the side of her desk as the report was given. When Kazuko finished speaking, the Kage pulled the child close for a hug. Accidents happened in the field, it was to be expected during any shinobi's career, but losing one's sight completely was a terrible fate. A failed mission wasn't something that was so easily overlooked, but Kimiko wasn't heartless. The girl would be scolded for allowing an enemy to get the better of her, but nothing more. Pulling back, Kimiko put her hands on the girl's headband, pulling it off of her head without permission to survey the damage for herself. She was not happy with the sight she was met with.
“A shinobi of the Sand should know better than to be bested by an opponent. Is there anything more you can tell me about him and your encounter? I want to learn anything I can to see if action can be taken.”
Kazuko squeaked as she was pulled into the kage's arms, cheeks reddening. She put her arms around the woman and hugged her tightly. A hug wasn't going to fix anything, but it did make her feel just a little bit better. Isei-sama was a kind woman.
"Blue hair, short, muscular. Has a large gold and black spotted ninneko. Village unknown but if the colors he wore were any indication I might guess Iwa? His chakra signature felt rough and sharp. He has a summoning contract of some sort; he used the technique but I was unable to see what creature he summoned," Kazuko informed her. "May I please have my headband back, Isei-sama?"
Kimiko listened with thin, pursed lips as Kazuko described her attacker. Even if it was claimed to be an accident, she knew the girl wore her headband where it could be easily seen. Were Iwagakure's shinobi all so ignorant? If so, action needed to be taken against it to prevent this from happening again. One of her own had been assaulted without provocation by an enemy shinobi. He would not get off free for that, neither would his village. The Kazekage would arrange an intel party later. For now, the girl was of higher priority.
"May I please have my headband back, Isei-sama?"
Kimiko's frown deepened, but she placed the object directly into Kazu-chan's hand.
“I'll have that matter taken care of. What of you? Your injury forces you into an early retirement. What will you do?”
Kazuko's hand closed around the material of her headband. "Thank you." She tied it back around her eye sockets with swift precision and adjusted it to make sure it was in the right place.
"I'm blind, not useless, Isei-sama," the chuunin pointed out. "I can't take missions anymore but that doesn't mean I have to retire. I still have knowledge. I still have skills. And I will find a way to use them." Kazuko wasn't a genius by any means, but she had been thinking of ways to combat the blindness and allow herself to continue studying fuuinjutsu. "I won't let this stop me from following my dream. I'll just have to do it a bit differently, that's all."
The redhead was trying just as hard to convince herself as she was Kimiko. If she were honest, this was terrifying and awful and she hadn't a clue what to do with herself. But she would figure it out... Eventually.
The Kazekage sighed and put an arm around Kazu-chan's shoulders as she spoke, guiding her to the chair in front of the desk so she could sit before taking a seat across from her in her own chair.
“Very well then,” Kimiko stated, tapping her fingers together. “I'm pulling you off-duty for six months. You will stay in the village during that time to learn how to cope with your new disability. I will respect your wishes and assist you in finding a role where your abilities will still be of use. At the end of that time frame I will test you myself to see if you've taken advantage of the time I gave you and are fit to rejoin the work force.”
She was grateful that Isei-sama had guided her to the chair, and she sank down into it tensely, her movements unsure. It would take a long time to get comfortable moving around without being able to actually see anything.
"Thank you," Kazuko murmured. "I won't let you down. Everything will work out just fine, you'll see." She smiled at the kage. The woman hadn't shot her down or forced her to retire; she was going to help her find a way to be useful to her village even with her disability. Words couldn't describe how grateful the redhead was to her kage.
"I didn't really have any plans," Kazuko told her, shrugging. "I'd like to meet with that guy, I'm sure he'll be a big help." Considering she could barely navigate her apartment currently, and probably should not try to cook anything ever, and... Well, she needed some help. Okay, maybe a lot of help.
"I didn't really have any plans. I'd like to meet with that guy, I'm sure he'll be a big help."
Kimiko pulled a sheet of paper from her desk, uncapping a pen with her teeth. She wrote down Kazuko's details, asking a couple questions to fill in the blanks she didn't know, as well as her understanding about what had happened and the goals of rehabilitation: a kunoichi who can still work for the village despite blindness. She read off the details to the girl, and after making changes and corrections, she pressed the button on the intercom on the desk.
“Anko-san, can you please arrange a messenger to my office, as well as an available chuunin on duty?”
A crackle then affirmation, and the Kazekage returned her attention to Kazuko.
“I'll send someone with you to assist you home. If you have any errands you need run, now would be the time to do them. I'll send someone to your home this afternoon regarding details on the arrangement with Akimoto-sensei.”
She answered all of Isei-sama's questions, made corrections, etcetera, until all the details were correct. "Thank you so much. This really means the world to me." A lot of people would have given up on her, or worse, told her to give up on herself. Suna was lucky to have a kage like Isei-sama.
When the chuunin arrived to escort her, Kazuko stood up and offered a deep bow to the Kazekage before letting him guide her out of the room. The trip home was swift and, thankfully, free of embarrassing stumbling and running into things. Mostly because the chuunin half-dragged her.