Sumire cut him off, "You know, Fukuzawa hates ninja?" She put the paper down. Oda looked confused, the poor dear. "Sorry for jumping subjects, but he took me to a drinking meeting tonight with some of his colleagues. It came up." In fact, every member of Yonaga's board hated ninja for one reason or another. Some had lost friends and children to ninja. Brothers, sisters, whole chunks of family. They all seemed to agree: Ninja, with their jutsus and chakra-laden strength and speed, were keeping the rest of humanity from developing.

Therefore, they were a threat that needed to be systematically destroyed.

"One would imagine that the gathering of so many villages secrets would be a key element." Sumire sat down on the edge of her bed, and rested her chin in her hands. "Secondly, it isn't as though we could go to other villages and tell them that they're being betrayed without exposing ourselves to the fact that we have their information. Leaking a little about this village to that village, stirring up old war wounds and breaking all those vital ties we made during the last war."

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Oda nodded. "So, it's a catch-22. The only way to get any good out of this is to have someone else take the evidence, or, take it for ourselves and be rat bastards about how we use it." Damn, it really was a piece of work. At least this was keeping his mind off the fact that she was still dressed like a hostess.

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"Yeah, that would be the whole of it." Sumire tapped her brightly colored fingernails against her left wrist. "As much as I don't mind having a heavy advantage, this might be one that comes back to bite us in the ass." Which would, inevitably, lead them to another war. A war her village couldn't afford in the least. Sumire sighed slightly, upsetting the stylish tilt of her bangs. "So what do you think we should do, Oda?"

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"Yonaga will still be there in the morning, right? We'll plan it then. You're tired, I'm tired and we're both expected to do our jobs." Oda suggested and smiled grimly.

Shit, he hadn't thought about so many other implications. Fuck. His partner retired back into the bathroom to finish her ritual, and he cleaned up the little desk. When he finally hit the hay, he was still thinking about being forced to send children into battle.

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