Shin watched Ayaka sink into her chair and did not smile.
He wanted to. The urge was there.... But, he allowed his quiet recognition as someone who had spent most of his own academy years hoping desperately that nobody would notice him long enough to ask a follow-up question. But smiling would make it worse. Drawing attention to her mortification would be cruelty dressed up as reassurance.
So instead, he turned his attention to the room at large and kept his voice even.
"Ayaka is correct."
Three words. Matter-of-fact. No elaboration that would force her back into the spotlight she clearly wanted to escape.
"The distinction between noble clans and founding clans isn't about who was first. It's about sustained contribution across generations. Infrastructure. Medicine. Defense. Knowledge. The things that keep a village alive long after the initial battle is won. Of the Thirteen Kazekage, all but three were of the Sunaku or Sunahoshi Clan. Of the Fourteen Stewards, all but one were in the Takahashi Clan. We have had a Kazekage from the Toraono, as well as a Kazeakge and a Steward from the Chikamatsu. Their contributions, no matter where you stand politically, along with the constant work of their brethren in matter of state security, medical advancements, or even in the shinobi forces are what make them Noble."
He flicked his wrist toward the chalkboard, chakra threading through his fingers would grab the chalk to began to write words beneath "The First Men" in elegant script.
Survival ≠ Victory
"Yuka-san is also correct. The First Men are long dead. Their bones are buried beneath centuries of sand. And some of their descendants—the noble and lesser houses—do hold significant power in modern Sunagakure. That's not an accident. It's the result of choices made over generations."
He turned to address Sabishii's question directly.
"Are the First Men the higher clans? Yes and no. The term 'First Men' doesn't refer to the literal first humans in Wind Country. It refers to those who stood with Primus during the rebellion against the Ancients. In our ancient tongue—Runic Terran—they were called الرجال الأولين which translates directly to 'the First Men.' These were the men and women who bathed in Primus's power and became something more than what they were."
Another flick of his wrist sent four names writing themselves on the board in that same glowing script.
Sunahoshi
Takahashi
Toraono
Chikamatsu
"These four clans can trace their lineage directly back to the First Men. But so can several others, the Sunaku—as we recently discovered is a branch of the Sunahoshi, the Kyouketsu bone-crafters, and many of the other "lesser houses". The difference isn't bloodline purity. It's what you do with that legacy."
His blue eyes moved to Kureji, acknowledging the question about the Ancients with a slight nod.
"The Ancients, the Swarm, the Unbent... Kureji asks what these are. Fair question. Let me clarify the terms because they get confused easily."
He gestured again, and the chalkboard cleared itself before new words began forming, organized in clear categories.
THE ANCIENTS
Elemental beings who ruled before humanity
Organized into Courts
Most destroyed at Godsfall - some survived
"The Ancients are elemental beings created to oversee and manage the natural world. They organized themselves into what they called Courts—feudal systems where elemental lords commanded armies of spirits, demons, and corrupted creatures. The greatest were the Prime Courts: Solar, Flame, and Earth. There were also Lesser Courts: Deep, Storm, and Gloaming."
The board cleared again, new text forming.
THE UNBENT
Corrupted creatures serving the Ancients
"Those who will not bow to humanity"
"The Unbent are what we call the corrupted creatures that served the Ancients. The name means exactly what it sounds like... beings who refused to bow to humanity after we won our freedom. Individual monsters, dangerous but not coordinated."
Another gesture. More text.
THE SWARM
Organized force of Unbent
Led by entity called Dominus
Attacking Wind Country for 16 years
"Rika-san is partially correct... the Swarm are these Unbent, but not all Unbent were part of the Swarm. Think of it like this: Unbent is the species. Swarm is the army. They're organized, strategic, and led by something called Dominus that we still don't fully understand."
He let the board remain as it was and turned back to face the class fully.
"The Ancients ruled this land for centuries. They enslaved humanity, used us for entertainment, labor, and food. In Runic Terran, the Ancient Courts were called المحاكم القديمة. They were feudal systems of absolute power."
Shin's voice took on a different quality now, the tone of someone who had studied this history deeply through his work with the Oracles.
"The greatest of them were the Prime Courts. محكمة الشمس—the Solar Court—was led by Fuujin, Ancient Ruler of the Sun and Sky. He ruled from what we now call Fuujin's Peak in the Jōgi Mountains to our south. Below the earth, in streams of magma and volcanic chambers, was محكمة اللهب—the Flame Court—ruled by Homura, Ancient of Iron and Flame. His domain was Hell's Sanctuary, the volcanic range to our southwest."
He paused, letting the weight of that geography sink in. Those weren't just mountains on a map—they were the former seats of power for beings who had ruled humanity like cattle.
"And governing the desert itself was محكمة الأرض—the Earth Court—ruled by Mother Suna, the Desert Queen. She was different from the others. She didn't enslave. She stewarded humans. Helped them learn and grow. She is often referred to as a goddess within our village as she helped our ancestors learn of Chakra and how to create jutsu, but when humanity rose up, she was conspicuously absent from the final battle."
His hand moved to the locked chest on his desk, resting on it briefly before returning to his side.
"Primus united the scattered tribes, the slaves, the cursed—anyone the Ancients had wronged. He killed the first Ancient using a blade that the first Journeymen crafted and proved they weren't truly immortal. That changed everything. What followed was معركة سقوط الآلهة... the Battle of Godsfall."
He looked at Harorudo-san, acknowledging the older student's contribution with respect.
"Harorudo-san is right that traditions help us through good times and bad. The First Men created traditions specifically to remember what our freedom cost. To ensure we never forget what it means to stand against those who would rule us through fear and power."
Shin's blue eyes swept across the room, meeting each student's gaze in turn, even Ayaka's, though he didn't linger, giving her the space she clearly needed.
"At Godsfall, Primus challenged Fuujin and Homura to single combat. He fought both Ancient Lords simultaneously and wounded them so badly that they retreated in fear... fear of humanity, for the first time ever. Primus died from his wounds, but his sacrifice bought us freedom. The remaining First Men slaughtered what was left of the Ancient armies. Most of the Courts were wiped out entirely that day."
He stepped away from the desk, moving to stand in the center of the room where all students could see him clearly.
"After the battle, Mother Suna—the Desert Queen—appeared to the surviving First Men. She offered stewardship of the desert to the Sunahoshi, blessing their bloodline with power over sand itself. She helped us build Sunagakure. Then she disappeared into history, and we haven't seen her since."
His voice softened slightly, but didn't lose its weight.
"That's why the noble clans matter, Yuka-san. Not because they were first. Not because they're riding some metaphorical high horse. Because they've carried that responsibility forward for over two thousand years. The Sunahoshi protected us by keeping the Diamond Maelstrom at bay for centuries until their line failed. The Takahashi built our walls, our domes, our defenses. The Toraono have defended our borders with their blood and bodies. The Chikamatsu founded our medical branch and have saved countless lives through plague, war, and disaster."
He looked at Kureji directly.
"You're right that the First Men were survivors, Kureji. Strong ones. But more importantly, they were united. Primus didn't win because he was the strongest warrior—though he was. He won because he convinced people from dozens of tribes, slaves from different masters, even the cursed wolf-men and stone-men created by the Ancients, that freedom was worth dying for. That standing together against impossible odds was better than kneeling separately."
Shin returned to the chest on his desk and opened it with a soft click of the lock.
"Which brings us to why this history matters right now. Today. The Baron Twins who attacked us, who corrupted Steward Wei, who want to control Sunagakure through oil and economic leverage—they're not Ancients. But they're using the same playbook. Control through fear. Control through dependency. Control through making people believe they have no choice but to submit."
Inside the chest were several items, but he pulled out only one, a small glass vial containing what looked like crystallized sand with an amber glow.
"This is carmot. The waste product of sandworms that we used to power our village before it was all destroyed in the Shattering sixteen years ago. The Baron Twins want us dependent on their oil the same way the Ancients wanted humanity dependent on their mercy. And the Swarm—the organized Unbent forces attacking Wind Country—they serve the surviving Ancients who want to reclaim what we took from them at Godsfall."
He set the vial on the desk where everyone could see it.
"The tradition Sunagakure was built on isn't respecting your elders or maintaining bloodline purity or any of that surface-level ceremony. The oldest tradition—the one that predates everything else—is this: when something that should not have power over human lives tries to take it anyway, we stand up. We say no. We fight. And we don't stop until we're free or we're dead."
His blue eyes moved across the room one more time.
"That's what the First Men were. That's what we're supposed to be. And that's what I need you to understand before any more talk about the specific people who made it happen, because names and dates don't mean anything if you don't understand what they were actually fighting for."
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