The Sand Guardian

The sun was high in the desert sky of Suna, and a strange silence hung over the village. The preparations for war were complete, and Enma's initial orders had been carried out with terrifying precision. The Kazekage, as impassive as ever, reviewed the reports arriving from the front. Every detail, every enemy movement, every allied loss was meticulously recorded and analyzed. Nothing escaped his control.

Suna's troops, guided by Enma's methodical commands, had struck Iwa's supply lines with ruthless efficiency. Sasori and his squad of puppet masters had infiltrated an enemy convoy under the cover of darkness. The puppets, equipped with lethal mechanisms and ingenious traps, had sown chaos among Iwa's transport ninjas. Vital resources meant to reinforce the enemy's positions were destroyed or redirected.

Rasa, leading the jonin, commanded agile squads to strike strategic outposts. The lightning-fast attacks, executed with perfect coordination, forced Iwa to retreat in key areas. The combined effect of sabotage and raids had disorganized their forces. Chaos was taking hold, and this was exactly what Enma had anticipated.

Suna stood as an unyielding fortress, but at the heart of the village, a complex strategy was unfolding. Enma, the youngest Kazekage in history, orchestrated a war that had caught the other great nations off guard. His plans, cold and methodical, were executed with disconcerting precision. Yet the shockwaves of his actions forced the Kages of the Five Great Nations to make crucial decisions, each reacting in their own way.

In a large military tent dimly lit by hanging lamps, Enma stood before a map littered with figurines representing enemy and allied forces. Around him, Rasa, Chiyo, Sasori, and the clan leaders waited for his orders.

Enma pointed to a mountainous area in the east on the map.

"Iwa relies on this supply line to sustain their forces. We've already infiltrated Sasori's controlled puppets into their convoys. The next step is simple: sever their logistics and render their troops ineffective."

Rasa furrowed his brows. "What if Iwa sends heavier reinforcements? It's not in their nature to let an attack go unanswered."

Enma slowly turned his hollow gaze toward him.

"They will respond. But that's exactly what I want. Their recklessness makes them vulnerable. While they attempt to secure this route, we'll strike their secondary outposts. Their own structure will turn against them."

Chiyo, observing in silence, broke the quiet.

"Kazekage-sama, your plan depends on perfect timing. If a single variable changes, it could backfire."

"And that's why we won't fail," Enma replied calmly. "Every move the enemy makes is predictable. Their pride will be their downfall."

Leaning against a column, Sasori smirked.

"I must admit, watching Iwa dance at the end of your strings is quite the spectacle."

Enma said nothing, his eyes fixed on the map.

"Rasa, prepare the jonin for a swift strike. Sasori, your puppets must remain invisible. Chiyo, ensure the medical teams are ready to intervene immediately after each mission."

In the Tsuchikage's office at Iwa, Onoki, the aged leader with an imposing presence despite his small stature, glared at the reports with cold fury. His fist slammed onto the desk, causing the scrolls before him to tremble.

"Enma… that damned kid. How dare he?!" he growled.

A hesitant advisor spoke in a low voice.

"Tsuchikage-sama, their attacks on our convoys have caused significant losses. We must retaliate."

Onoki raised an accusing finger.

"Don't speak of retaliation as if it's that simple. That boy… he does nothing without purpose. Every move from Suna seems calculated. But I will not bow to the fear of a child! Mobilize our best units. I will personally oversee the next offensive."

The advisor bowed deeply before leaving the room. Alone in his office, Onoki muttered to himself:

"How can a young man manipulate a war like this? He's no ordinary Kazekage. But he'll soon learn that the will of Iwa is unshakable."

Pov Kumo

The Raikage stood abruptly, slamming his fist onto a report on the table.

"That brat thinks he can take Iwa without interference? He'll learn just how insignificant he is compared to Kumo's might. Prepare the troops, but we'll wait for the right opportunity to strike."

Pov Konoha

In Konoha, Hiruzen Sarutobi sat thoughtfully as he reviewed the news.

"A young Kazekage starting a war… He's already grasped what many leaders spend a lifetime learning." He turned to his advisor.

"Observe, but don't get involved yet. This conflict might weaken both Iwa and Suna to our advantage."

Pov Kiri 

In Kiri, the Mizukage, ever calculating, murmured with a smile:

"Enma… an ambitious child. But every ambition has its price. We'll remain in the shadows and strike where it hurts most, when the time comes."

A few days later, after the first phases of Enma's plans had borne fruit, he left the main camp to sit on a wall surrounding Suna. Before him stretched the endless desert, and behind him, the village lights glowed softly in the darkness.

Sasori approached quietly, as was his way, and sat beside Enma, gazing at the same view.

"I must admit," Sasori began with a smirk, "this is all impressive. You've planned every move, every reaction. Even I didn't expect everything to unfold so perfectly."

Enma remained silent, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"You've thought of everything, haven't you?" Sasori continued, intrigued. "Even Onoki's reaction, even the other villages. You've anticipated all this chaos."

Finally, Enma spoke, his voice low but filled with certainty.

"War is not a choice. It's a tool. Every action I take is for Suna. But there is one thing I can't control."

Sasori turned his head, intrigued. "And what is that?"

Enma slowly shifted his empty gaze toward him and murmured:

"This village… will not survive peace."

Sasori froze, shocked by the depth of the statement. For the first time, he saw Enma not as an unyielding strategist but as a man deeply aware of the dark truths of his role.

Silence fell again as Enma gazed back at the desert, lost in thought.

Enma remained seated on the wall, his gaze still fixed on the horizon. The desert wind blew gently, lifting grains of sand that shimmered under the moonlight. Sasori, sitting beside him, studied the Kazekage, intrigued by the cryptic words he had just heard. But Sasori knew that Enma was not one to speak without purpose.

"You said this village won't survive peace," Sasori said after a moment of silence. "Is that why you pursue this war with such determination? To maintain balance through conflict?"

Enma responded without taking his eyes off the desert.

"Peace, Sasori, is an ephemeral illusion. It makes nations weak, ninjas complacent, and villages vulnerable. Look at Suna before this war: divided clans, a council too focused on its own interests, and a Kazekage assassinated. This war is a necessary fire. A fire that forges steel."

Sasori raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

"You speak as though this war is inevitable. But I can't help but think there's more behind your words. What are your true plans, Enma?"

The young Kazekage finally turned his head toward Sasori, his empty eyes meeting his.

"You're more perceptive than the others. But even you don't know the full extent of my intentions. Every plan I've shared with the council, every strategic move, is just one piece of a much larger puzzle."

"And what is this puzzle?" Sasori asked, curiosity glinting in his eyes.

Enma slowly stood, his silhouette dark against the moonlight.

"Every plan has a double objective. If one fails, another immediately takes its place. If our forces are pushed back, they'll only retreat to positions I've chosen. If an enemy thinks they've found a weakness, all they'll discover is a trap. This war isn't just a response to Iwa. It is a demonstration of total control. Even Konoha and Kiri, who are staying back for now, will soon understand that their inaction will not protect them."

Sasori straightened, crossing his arms.

"And if something slips past your calculations? If an unpredictable factor arises?"

A rare, cold, and calculated smile spread across Enma's face.

"There is nothing unpredictable, Sasori. Not in this war. Even mistakes are anticipated. Even betrayals, even losses. Everything that seems like failure is just a step toward the final victory."

Sasori fell silent, impressed despite himself. He could see clearly now that this young man was not only a strategist, but a master manipulator, whose vision far surpassed that of any leader he had ever known.

"You have much to learn," Enma added, turning his back to Sasori. "And much to accomplish. Prepare yourself, Sasori. This is only the beginning."

With a swift and silent movement, he disappeared into the night, like a shadow swept away by the wind. Sasori remained alone for a moment, contemplating the desert before returning to the village, his mind weighed down by the revelations.

Reports kept flooding into Suna's headquarters. Spies placed within Iwa's ranks confirmed that the sabotage had paralyzed their supply lines. Suna's forces, well-coordinated under Rasa's command, harassed Iwa's troops on several fronts, forcing them to retreat to less strategic positions.

In a large command room, Chiyo examined the maps, furrowing her brow.

"Kazekage-sama, your orders regarding the medical teams have been effective, but severe injuries are rising. We need more resources."

Enma, standing at the other end of the room, looked at Chiyo without flinching.

"Send requests for aid to our merchant allies. If some refuse, use our ninjas to persuade them. Suna will not suffer from a lack of supplies."

Rasa entered quickly, his face tense.

"Kazekage-sama, scouts report that Kumo has begun mobilizing its forces. They're not at open war yet, but they are dangerously close to our borders."

"Let them come," Enma replied coldly. "Every move they make will be monitored. Every mistake they make will be exploited. Kumo believes in brute strength, but they don't understand that subtlety is a far more deadly weapon."

Pov Iwa

Onoki, upon learning of the failure of several offensives, raged in his office.

"How can this kid manipulate us like this?!" he bellowed.

"Every time we advance, he anticipates. Every time we retreat, he strikes even harder!"

An advisor tried to calm the Tsuchikage.

"Perhaps we should wait and reassess our strategies, Tsuchikage-sama."

"No!" Onoki roared. "I won't let a child dictate the course of this war. Mobilize all our forces. If we must crush Suna to show our power, then so be it!"

Pov Kumo

The Raikage, surrounded by his commanders, looked over the reports.

"Enma is pushing Iwa into a corner. But he hasn't considered what this will cost his village. We'll intervene, but not to help Iwa. We'll strike where Suna is weakest."

Pov Konoha

Hiruzen Sarutobi sighed as he read the latest reports.

"This young Kazekage is dangerous. His war could destabilize the entire balance of the nations. We must stay out of this conflict, but we must also be prepared to act if necessary."

Pov Kiri

The Mizukage, calm and calculating, murmured with a smile:

"Patience is a virtue. Enma acts like a chess player, but every player can be surprised. Let's wait. War is a slow poison, and Suna will eventually poison itself."

Enma studied the maps spread out on his desk, surrounded by reports and scrolls. The war was escalating, and every enemy move was anticipated. Beside him, Sasori, leader of the puppet squad, waited in silence, his face expressionless.

The silence in the room was heavy. Only the rustling of papers, moved by Enma, broke the stillness. Finally, the Kazekage lifted his gaze to Sasori, his cold and calculating eyes meeting his.

"Rasa has confirmed Kumo's movements," Enma began in a monotone voice. "They're preparing an offensive they believe will be decisive. Their goal is to strike where they think we are most vulnerable."

Sasori furrowed his brows slightly. "And where do they think they will attack?"

"Our northeast border," Enma replied, pointing to a region on the map. "They assume our main forces are concentrated to the west against Iwa, which is partly true. However…"

Enma paused, tapping the map lightly.

"…this weakness is just a façade. It's a trap. We've left calculated clues to lure them there."

Sasori gave a small, knowing smile.

"And I suppose this is where my squad comes in."

Enma nodded slowly.

"Exactly. You'll head to that position with the puppet squad. The terrain is to our advantage: desert, with little cover for their infantry. When their forces arrive, they'll find nothing but carnage."

"Any details on their composition?" Sasori asked, his hands tucked into his cloak sleeves.

"Mostly special forces teams and raiton users, their speed experts," Enma replied. "They rely on their speed to overwhelm our supposedly weak defenses. But your division is exactly what they didn't anticipate. With your puppets, they'll have no chance. The destruction must be total. Not a single survivor."

Sasori thought for a moment before responding.

"They underestimate our puppeteers. They'll learn their mistake the hard way."

Enma rose from his seat, his icy gaze fixed on Sasori.

"Don't just defeat them. Make Kumo understand that they never stood a chance. This will send a clear message to the other nations. Suna does not tolerate recklessness."

Sasori gave a slight bow, a barely perceptible smile on his lips.

"As you wish, Kazekage-sama. I'll prepare immediately."

As he moved toward the door, Enma added, his voice neutral but imposing:

"Remember, Sasori, this trap is just one piece of a larger plan. Every victory must reinforce the idea that we are untouchable, while concealing our true strengths. The desert is our ally. Use it wisely."

Sasori paused for a moment before responding.

"I understand. You can count on me."

Then he left the room, leaving Enma alone. The young Kazekage sat back down, immersing himself once more in his maps and calculations. Every move was planned, every mistake exploited. This war wasn't just a struggle for survival—it was a demonstration of power and strategy, led by a cold, methodical mind.

A few days later, Sasori's squad was in position, ready to greet Kumo's assault. The puppeteers, hidden in crevices and dunes, waited patiently. The desert, with its oppressive silence and endless expanse, was the perfect ally.

Kumo's troops finally arrived, their rapid advance kicking up clouds of dust. Leading them was a commander, a raiton user, grinning confidently.

"Look at this weakness," he scoffed. "Suna is truly in decline."

But no sooner had they crossed the first kilometer into the trapped zone than Sasori's puppets erupted from the sand like deadly shadows. Chakra strings danced in the air, controlling dozens of puppets, each armed with poisoned weapons and lethal mechanisms.

"Fan formation!" Sasori ordered, his voice calm but commanding.

The puppeteers moved with flawless precision. The Kumo ninjas, despite their speed, were overwhelmed. Every attempt to break through was met with an unyielding barrier of blades and traps. Within minutes, total chaos descended on Kumo's ranks. Screams of pain and explosions echoed across the desert.

At the heart of the action, Sasori controlled his puppets with terrifying fluidity. At one point, he turned to an enemy officer paralyzed by poison and coldly murmured,

"You never stood a chance. It was already over before you even began."

When silence finally fell, the sand was stained red. Not a single Kumo ninja had survived. The puppeteers, without a word, began packing away their equipment, leaving behind a scene of desolation.

Back at the village, Sasori reported to Enma.

"Mission accomplished. Kumo's forces were annihilated. They never stood a chance."

Enma, sitting at his desk, nodded slowly.

"Perfect. Their arrogance cost them dearly, and their silence will prolong the illusion of our weakness. Continue monitoring other movements. Our enemies' mistakes are our greatest weapon."

Sasori nodded respectfully. He knew Enma had other plans in store—plans that no one else could fathom.

The news of the devastating attack on Kumo by Sasori's puppet squad spread like wildfire across the Five Great Nations. The red sand, stained with the blood of Kumo's ninjas, had become a symbol of Sunagakure's unrelenting power and its young Kazekage. It was a thunderous blow that shook not only Kumo but also the other villages, who began to consider the consequences of such a display of force.

Pov Kumo

The Raikage, an imposing man with an athletic build and piercing gaze, stormed into his office. The report he had just received sent him into an uncontrollable rage. He slammed his fist down onto his desk, the sound of destruction echoing through the room.

"CRAAACK!"

The wood of the desk shattered under the impact, splinters flying in all directions. The crystal screen of his desk cracked, and the Raikage growled in anger, his fists clenched.

"How did they do this?!" he roared, his voice thundering like a storm. "They wiped out my best troops in an instant! How could they have predicted such a strategy?" He stomped his foot on the floor, creating a dull thud, before yelling at his assistant, "I need a full report! Now!"

The assistant, trembling with fear, hurried out of the room to follow the Raikage's orders.

Pov Iwa

In his office, Onoki, the elder of the Stone clan, stood with hands trembling from frustration. He knew that Kumo was a formidable force, but this defeat, as quick as it was devastating, had left everyone stunned. The village of the stone now had to consider a counterattack. However, the speed and efficiency of Sunagakure's strikes could not be ignored.

Onoki's weathered face was marked with both anxiety and cold rage. "This young Kazekage... It's not just his youth that bothers me. It's his ability to foresee moves that even the oldest among us can't anticipate." He gritted his teeth. "Kumo and we must now be on high alert. It's time to react."

Pov Kiri

The Mizukage, a calm but determined man, read the reports from Kumo and Iwa slowly. While the other villages were preparing to retaliate, he remained relatively silent. "Sunagakure seems to have planned everything, but how do we respond without falling into their trap?" he murmured to himself. Although the war had not yet fully escalated with Kirigakure, the ongoing events forced the Mizukage to reconsider his position.

He gestured for his advisors to prepare contingencies. "We must observe Sunagakure closely. But for now, we remain in the shadows."

Pov Konoha

In the Hidden Leaf village, the shinobi were also shaken by the news of the war. The Hokage, a calm and thoughtful man, remained deep in thought. While Konoha had decided to stay out of the conflict for the time being, the growing threats and Sunagakure's show of power could not be ignored. An emergency meeting was called, but the Hokage knew that Konoha's stance would be to maintain vigilant neutrality while closely monitoring events.

One evening, in the Kazekage's office, Enma relaxed after a long day of strategies and planning. Sasori, who had stayed longer in Sunagakure to oversee the latest reports, stood near the window. The soft light of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting a serene, almost intimate atmosphere in the room.

"You know," Enma began, breaking the silence, "sometimes I wonder what would happen if we weren't so involved in this war."

Sasori slowly turned his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. "We'd probably be in more... normal circumstances. But, I suppose the times we live in don't really allow for such luxuries."

"You're right," Enma replied in his usual monotone voice. "But there's another aspect I've been thinking about. Marriage. Alliances. It's the path people often expect leaders to take. But..." He hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Is it really necessary for us?"

Sasori raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A marriage? You're talking about uniting with someone for political reasons?"

Enma turned toward him, his expression as neutral as ever. "I suppose we could call it that. As Kazekage, I'm expected to strengthen bonds between nations through marriage, but the question remains: is it really useful if we can achieve what we want through other means?"

Sasori shook his head, his gaze becoming more calculating. "There's no room for weakness in this war. But a marriage isn't necessarily a weakness. It could also be a form of power."

"Hmm," Enma responded, his voice still flat. "Maybe. But for now, my priorities lie elsewhere."

Sasori sighed and turned to look at Enma. "I see. Always focused on the war."

"I suppose, in a way, marriage can wait," Enma said, his tone indifferent, as if it were a topic of little concern. "I can wait. Power and control are more important right now."

The first rays of dawn filtered through the windows of the strategy room, bathing the space in a soft and cold light. Beyond the village walls, the vast and unforgiving desert of Suna stretched endlessly. Enma stood motionless before a large map of the region, his gaze fixed with cold intensity as he observed the movements of the other nations. Behind him, Sasori stood silently, watching his superior with sharp attention.

"You know, Sasori," Enma began, his voice as monotone as ever, "it's crucial that we maintain the appearance of an equal war. We must not allow Suna to appear weak in this conflict. It's a trap."

Sasori, ever calm, reacted slowly, scrutinizing the plan with quiet focus. "You mean… we need to give our enemies the impression that they can defeat us, forcing them to act?"

"Exactly," Enma replied, his tone detached yet persuasive. "The enemy is always more dangerous when they believe they have a chance to strike us. We need to make them think we remain vulnerable. 'It's easier to make the enemy make a mistake when they believe they're superior.' That's our strategy. The illusion of equality."

Sasori nodded, understanding the trap being laid for their adversaries. "You mean we must make them believe we're on equal footing with Kumo and Iwa. That could push them into a more aggressive attack."

"Yes," Enma answered with cold logic, "and when they engage in battle, we must make them believe they're winning, even if it's only temporary. They'll settle into a false sense of security. Such pride will drive them to attack recklessly."

Enma slowly turned toward Sasori, a flicker of cold intelligence in his eyes. "As I've always said, 'The enemy must believe their actions are a victory before we make them fall into the trap.' We'll play on their arrogance. Konoha and Kiri, convinced of their superiority, won't be able to resist intervening, and that's when we'll crush them."

Sasori remained silent for a moment, grasping the implications of such a plan. "And what will we do when Konoha and Kiri intervene? We'll need to be ready to welcome them, but how do we ensure they'll react to our provocations?"

"It's all a matter of timing and perception," Enma responded without hesitation. "We must maintain the appearance that we're in danger, fighting for our survival, but in reality, we're the ones pulling the strings. They must believe they're reacting to an immediate threat, that they must intervene before things get out of hand. 'The war is won by the one who masters the illusion of threat.'"

He paused, his eyes fixed on the map, then added with determination, "The attacks on Kumo and Iwa must never be decisive, but they must be enough to make them believe that Suna is still capable of defending itself. That's how we'll provoke them into attacking. And when that happens, we'll strike with the precision of a storm."

Sasori studied the map, understanding the subtlety of the plan. "It will be a game of waiting, followed by a decisive blow when they've bitten the bait. And once they're engaged, we'll trap them."

"Exactly," Enma replied, his gaze impassive and impenetrable. "We'll never attack directly. We'll manipulate them. Like a wild beast, the enemy must first be drawn to the bait before we spring the trap. The only purpose of our apparent resistance will be to provoke their reaction."

Sasori smiled faintly, appreciating the finesse of the plan. "We'll play on their arrogance. Konoha and Kiri believe themselves to be the strongest, and they'll act as such. They'll seek to prove their dominance."

"And that's when we'll annihilate them," Enma added in a cold, almost inaudible tone. "I'll make them understand that victory is never certain, that they cannot simply rest on their strength. The illusion of victory is more powerful than victory itself."

Enma then turned toward the window of his office. The sand dunes stretched before him, motionless, like pieces on a chessboard. He observed for a moment in silence, then turned to Sasori. "Once Konoha and Kiri are at war with us, they'll believe their position of strength makes them invincible. 'That's when the real war begins.' We'll only need to strike at the most opportune moment, when their arrogance has blinded them."

Sasori remained silent for a moment, then gave a slight smile. "And that will be the end of their arrogance. Konoha and Kiri will be trapped, and Suna will have the advantage."

Pov Konoha

The Hokage sat in his office, studying the reports with a grim look. The situation in Suna seemed to be deteriorating, but he knew that an attack on them had to be calculated carefully. "We've underestimated Suna," he thought to himself. "If Enma gives them that impression of victory, it will already be too late to react properly. But we must intervene, now."

He rose suddenly and turned to his advisors. "Prepare our forces. We'll need to strike with overwhelming power. We cannot let Suna become stronger. We must show our might before they become too confident."

Pov Kiri

The Mizukage studied the reports closely, his face marked by a serious concentration. "Suna can't afford to stay out of the war for long," he murmured. "But if Konoha moves, that might give us a chance to balance the situation. Their intervention could well accelerate a confrontation."

Enma, ever impassive, waited. He knew everything was unfolding exactly as he had planned. War was not won on the battlefield, but in the minds of his enemies. Every move of his adversaries was a piece on a chessboard that he controlled perfectly. He had set the first step of the trap, and the other nations, carried away by their arrogance, were already marching toward their own defeat.

"It's only a matter of time," he said to himself, watching the desert. "When Konoha and Kiri throw themselves into battle, it will all be over. We'll have won before the first strike even happens."

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Hi, sorry I haven't been able to write for a while but I had some problems but I'm back

I would like to know if you have any ideas who could become Enma's wife

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