How did I end up in the universe of a Japanese mangaka? Who knows? I just woke up one day in an unfamiliar environment, with memories that were definitely not my own—the orphanage boy Kaoin Shinichi from this world. I didn't remember my past life. More precisely, I remembered the world itself: the books that I really loved to read, the movies that often featured quite famous actors, even the TV commercials—all of this, in the smallest detail (did I even have such a memory?), but nothing about myself and my personal life. Quite strange, to be honest. The only thing I could conclude was that I was about seventeen years old.
How nervous I was when I woke up in a very cheap hotel on a Japanese futon, and not even in the body I was used to! Then I almost threw a tantrum, but, strangely enough, I was saved by a headache along with the flood of memories of the former tenant of my current body. No, I'm not nervous or hysterical. I even considered myself a relatively calm person, but in this case... In general, I quickly lost consciousness.
Fortunately, I passed out simply from overexertion and the huge amount of information that fell on my poor head. Well, and the pain in this very head... but no more than for ten minutes. After which a genin came to me in my small room, who escorted me to Konoha. Having woken me up with rather strong wishes for good health, this example of a shinobi quickly took me to the village, where he left me in front of the dormitory without even saying goodbye.
Fortunately, he at least handed me the required documents. But that's just poetry. How I got settled in then doesn't really matter now. Eh, only two weeks have passed, and my memories are already hazy. It seems like a lot of time has flown by, but that's exactly it: a lot of events have happened in such a short period of time. Then, after settling into my apartment and going through the millstones of the bureaucratic machine, which had kept me going until I was completely morally exhausted, I quickly combed through my recipient's memory and found out my entire story of how I got into Konoha.
As it turned out, the shelter was testing for the amount of chakra, and I had one of the lowest marks, thanks to which I barely got into the Shinobi Academy at Konoha... But, most likely, simply because it was much closer than all the others. Or what are the acceptance parameters? I don't know. I was scheduled to enter the academy in two weeks, during which I had to settle into my apartment, given to me "from the generosity" of the village, get all the necessary documents for the orphan's allowance and my admission to study, and also just get used to the change of scenery a little.
Why so little time? Well, how should I know? Most likely, those in power justifiably did not want to just support orphans who were not even enrolled in training. Two weeks—already, thank you for giving. The first thing I did after receiving all the necessary documents was improve my life, namely rearrange the furniture so that it would be more comfortable for me. But this did not stop me from thinking about what awaited me next. Becoming a time traveler is good, but I did not see anything good in what was happening. This world is not one that suits me. I never liked to overcome... However, on second thought, it turned out to be not bad either, because I didn't manage to break the canon and I'm unlikely to manage to until I receive the rank of genin, so I shouldn't be nervous.
At the moment I ended up here, I was seven, almost eight years old. What follows from this? That's right, I only have about five years left until I graduate from the academy, and during that time I need to at least prepare a little for the realities of the Shinobi world. If you want peace, prepare for war; that's what they say, right? But I don't want that at all. However, whining is whining, but war on schedule—that's my motto. But I need to get rid of whining, though.
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Two days ago, the Uchiha clan was wiped out. All that was left was Sasuke, recovering from what had happened; Itachi, who had successfully become a missing-nin; and Obito, who had gone a little crazy. Why did the ANBU captain do this? Did Danzo use Kotoamatsukami on him? Did he really decide to do this for the well-being of the village? Or maybe "Uchiha Madara" helped him, putting pressure on Itachi in time together with the head of Root?
Nobody knows. But what happened is a fact. And soon Danzo will acquire several unaccounted for red eyes in his hand. This is what pushed me to especially intensive training and, in particular, to rethink my moral qualities, my humanity, and the "framework" that I will rely on in the future. I did not want to bring good to people without their desire for it. And even more so, I didn't want to turn into a bloodthirsty monster like Hidan or into one of the killers with very vague concepts of morality, like Obito or Itachi. However, I also didn't like Danzo's insensitive subordinates, incapable of the slightest humanity, to put it mildly...