"I am Gaara, the fifth Kazekage of the Village Hidden in Sand. Do you know what that means?"
"Don't really care." Ed says.
"We join with Konoha and the other villages in the morning." Gaara says, and nods to a mednin.
The woman in khakis whips out a scroll as wide as her shoulders and jerks it, the unrolling paper coming to a stop just short of Ed's mismatched feet.
Ed widens his eyes at the design, and compares it to one on his forearm.
Gaara says. "For what you know of those who wear this cloth, Konoha has a clan that has ways to get more out of your head than you currently have the ability to tell."
"What is this."
"You are being retained."
"I get no say."
"We are at war."
Ed slaps his hands together.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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