Main World.
Winter, year 23 of Konoha.
The royal palace, Country of Roran.
Winter sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting dappled light and shadows across the long conference table. Sasha sat at its head, wearing a crown and a white queen's robe. She held a thick document, its cover bearing several large words in the common tongue-"Shinobi World Medical Convention." A faint smile touched her lips as her gaze settled on the men opposite her-the Land of Fire Daimyō, the Daimyo of the Land of Lightning, the Daimyo of the Land of Earth, and the Daimyō of the Land of Water. She had "invited" them here, ostensibly to "discuss peace in the shinobi world," but in reality to "sign and seal."
The Land of Fire Daimyō was a plump, middle-aged man holding a cup of hot tea, his usual shrewd smile on his face. The Daimyo of the Land of Lightning was a burly man who sat with his arms folded and his brow furrowed. The Daimyo of the Land of Earth was a wizened, skinny old man holding a string of prayer beads, his eyes closed as though meditating. The Daimyō of the Land of Water was an effeminate young man who toyed with a folding fan, his gaze wandering.
"Gentlemen." Sasha set down the document, her voice calm.
"It has been three years since the shinobi world war ended. But small-scale conflicts have continued, and ninja still get injured while out on missions. The Country of Roran is willing to fund relief stations throughout the shinobi world to treat the wounded free of charge."
The Land of Fire Daimyō frowned slightly. "Free of charge?"
"Free of charge." Sasha nodded. "The Country of Roran will cover all expenses. Each nation need only provide sites and basic security."
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