Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Old man Teuchi really, in accordance with the canon, turned out to be the owner of a small eatery where I always eat... a funny tautology, by the way. So, for me was difficult to call him an "old man"; rather, his image corresponded to the words "a kind guy slightly over forty." And I had a suspicion that only the canonical Naruto called him an old man; he was generally susceptible to such definitions, just like calling any older girl "big sis." Where did he get it? And to call Tsunade a granny... well, I'm also bad with the instinct of self-preservation, a legacy of blood, it seems to me, but not to the same extent!
In general, after snacking on very satisfying noodles, which were also cheap and surprisingly tasty (not like custard crap), I realized that there was something really good in the habits of one blond, and also that I would become a regular at this establishment. The only disappointment is that I never saw the daughter or granddaughter of the owner of this hospitable establishment. Only this fact darkened my way home. On the other hand, I understood perfectly well that she was not that much older than me, which means it was too early for her to stand behind the counter, or, at most, help in the kitchen. And it's certainly not so late, besides me there were two other people there, one in a mask and with gray/gray hair, who shuddered when he saw me and ordered two more bottles of sake (although he was already sitting there - getting drunk ), and the second, a chunin unknown to me. But there was no point in establishing contacts with the first one; if Kakashi wanted this, he would have found out everything about me himself, and would have been able to hide it, because an elite jonin is not only a beautiful nickname. And since he doesn't want to, why do I need to "betray" myself?
The personality of the second was somewhat more interesting. Why? Everything is quite banal, I already saw this chunin twenty times a day, and if you remember how many times a week I caught a glimpse of him... No, he acted unobtrusively, and it seemed that he really needed to go to those places where I was also. For example, the mournful howl of his stomach in no way aroused suspicion, but somehow we had too many fleeting meetings.
I had one thought, however, that instead of being shadowed by anbu, they just assigned me a chunin. Quite logical. Why would someone care about me so much that they would assign someone from the ANBU to me? What can a small child even do? And even a genin would have saved me from unnecessary contacts, just keeping an eye and quietly removing anyone overly zealous from me. But the genin are still young, and you can't trust them with such labor-intensive and monotonous work. And if suddenly one of the civilians decides to do something to me (for example, on my birthday), then the genin will most likely kill the civilian defending me, if he intervenes at all. But a chunin will do everything right, and won't mix personal things with work... in most cases. Everything is clear with the little things, but if someone larger comes after me, as the bearer of the Fox (although, who needs me in the current configuration?), then they will simply not be possible to eliminate the chunin instantly, and even a short fight, by bursts of chakra, can be easily detect shinobies in the village, and then someone cooler will come here. So it's quite logical. Well, it's good for me - a chunin is not an Anbu, you don't need to be very encrypted from him, and he independently will find his own explanation for some oddities. Bliss! And all these days the thought flashed on the edge of consciousness that I would have to encrypt myself, but no, a chunin is not the kind of figure who will meticulously look for something.
Complex logical constructions brought you +5 intelligence!
This is a vile system. The message seems normal, but I sense some kind of mocking subtext in it.
I was so happy with the fact of my satiation that I did not notice how the drunken Kakashi grabbed that chunin by the sleeve and began to ask something, as I already described, I walked home in a joyful mood. And all these thoughts along the way also raised the bar quite well, but lowered the level of worry. That's why I didn't immediately notice the chunin walking down the empty night street, no, not an observer, but another. A drunken chunin... and walking straight towards me.
- Oh, little demon! It's all because of you! Do you even know how hard it is for me? – damn, I was positively hoping that all the drunks had already "dissolved", at least a couple of days ago.
Looking at his stats, I felt completely ill; some were slightly lower than two hundred units, while others, on the contrary, were higher. In general, I am a realist, and I understand perfectly well that even with an epic "overcoming", which, by the way, I don't have, I won't even scratch it! And if this is so, well, it won't be possible to run away either, then we make a serious and slightly sorrowful face, and a calm, quiet and soft voice... let's go!
- I can roughly imagine, but only approximately, I'm just an orphan, and I never knew my relatives, so how can I know the pain of their loss? Just like how tired you get from your work for the benefit of the village, and judging by the vest, you are already a chunin, at least, which means that it's quite possible that you had to do some not-so-clean work... of course, for the benefit of the village. And even more so, I can't understand how you want to get drunk after that, or in general, warmth and care, how you want your merits to be noticed... - And I said a bunch of other things, mixing it into one lump. The shinobi, to my relief, was drunk, and therefore did not wonder where I got such behavior and outlook on life, so, if it necessary, I could even justify myself to the Hokage, like I'm well-read. What else could do a quiet boy who doesn't like active games? I will say that I learned all this from books and thought it through, fortunately it is no longer possible to keep track of what exactly I read in the orphanage. And if anyone had checked what I was reading, I definitely wouldn't have been able to read one of Jiraiya's books. It's good that this was before the system appeared, otherwise I would have snatched such statuses from it!
But now I was trying to remember the most common problems of shinobi, and weaving it all together, speaking in a soft and heartfelt tone, as if actually empathizing with the interlocutor.
After some time, I didn't even notice how we were already sitting on the roof of the building closest to the street, most likely the shinobi who was now sitting next took me there. Well, it's nice, if he wanted to beat me, he would rather drag me into an alley than onto a moonlit roof.
This gave me more strength and confidence! And I began to more carefully monitor the reaction of my interlocutor, paying attention to the messages of the system and in general to everything around, more actively developing those topics to which he showed a response, and just as actively empathizing with him. At some point, my monologue turned into a dialogue, where the chunin complained to me with all his might about his fate, completely forgetting that a "little demon" was sitting next to him. And only after a couple hours of "hell" (I almost withered my tongue, from being unaccustomed to this), when my child's body began to actively "out for the count", and neither the effects from Uzumaki and Fox couldn't save me, and my endurance clearly showed, that I would switch off pretty soon, the somewhat sobered (but obviously not completely) chunin noticed this. And the worst and strangest thing in this situation is that without any ulterior motive he offered to accompany the sleepy me home, the one who for him just a couple of hours ago was almost the culprit of all the troubles.
There was nothing to do, I had to agree, cause was almost asleep, so this shinobi eventually carried me home. It's surprising that my body lasted so long after such a busy day, considering that physical exercise was new for it, and mentally I also didn't have the easiest day. So, when I got home and closed the door behind me, I collapsed on the floor, passing out, the last thing I caught with my floating consciousness was the inscription of the system: "Congratulations, you have created the "
- So I will soon have two paths left, either to become light paladins or psychiatrists. – I muttered at the end.
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