Kapitel 4: Chapter 3.
I stood on the threshold of the orphanage from which they had just kicked me out, and reflected on the frailty of life. I was very much interested in the structure of the universe and the question: to move to a new location or wait for the end of the calibration of the system.
The second option won. There are only four hours and minutes left, and I will wait for them. For such a short period of time, my patience is more than enough. Nothing compared to two years of ADA. My patience has ceased to be iron. It crystallized to the level of mythical metals, like mithril or adamant. These years of early childhood temper will and endurance or drive you crazy.
The "Player's Mind" skill regularly protected me from madness, so it absorbed only the best. I endured and waited with all my strength.
There is no end to all of my people who tried to open the seal and let the Fox go for a walk. In addition to my oppression, I was prompted to action by the moral awareness that the Fox is a rare and endangered animal and it is inhumane to keep it locked up. One thing held me back - it was not knowing how to open this damn Seal.
I do not call ADOM a shelter. Everything in him was natural according to the canon, therefore it was normal: the views of the educators full of hatred, fear and contempt and the corresponding attitude on the part of other adults. Children, copying their attitude to me, echoed them. I was surrounded by a complete set of pressure and alienation. By the way, many who ended up in Uzumaki Naruto call these conditions hell. I disagree with them.
AD is the hospital's neonatal ward. Isn't it amazing? In whose sickest head can such an association come? If I were an outside observer, I would have thought the same.
But the reality is harsher than you can imagine. Well, imagine that you are tightly tied. Completely immobilized, you lie on your back in a room with a white ceiling and the same plain walls. There is nothing to stop looking at. I was lying so that even the window was not visible! And in the twenty-four by seven mode in the room, you hear only screams and crying.
Human speech sounded sporadically. She was a little less frequent than the planned circumvention of the incarnations of evil, called by the common people the medical staff. Usually the silent nannies give them food, wash them and rewind them. The moments of satiety, sleep (it's good that the body itself is chopped off, despite all the noise) and the feeling of a clean ass color this hopelessness. A clean butt is a special treat. Hygiene is scheduled, not as needed. If the skin is without inflammation, then it was tolerable. But with diaper rash and insane itching without the slightest chance of scratching - this is blood pressure.
So I lay in a powerless rage to change something.
I can talk about the workers of local nurseries for hours exclusively with obscenities. The news quickly leaked to the masses who the keeper of the demon-destroyer was. Many have lost family and friends in the hospital. Their pain of loss and hatred on the Fox poured out in full on me. They didn't beat me down only because of the Hokage's order , or maybe because of the animal fear of breaking the Seal.
My day was filled with all sorts of dirty tricks. For example, feeding 2-3 times a day and once at night instead of a full schedule. In the first three months, an infant generally needs to eat every 2-4 hours, including at night. The most preferred option is to ignore the diaper change. Do anything within my sight and ignore all my attempts to get attention. The nanny, who nevertheless had to condescend to dirty work with me, always said in all the details that I was much worse than shit. These were rare moments, so to speak, of human speech.
I understand that the Fox broke many lives. I understand that their hatred is directed at the Fox, but they take it out on a defenseless child. It's much easier to dump all the blame and take revenge on me than to give the Nine-Tailed Fox himself a savory slap on the head.
I understand the reason for their hatred of me. Their pain of loss burns from within, but this is not an indulgence for all the bullying me. I am a vindictive and vindictive bastard with a specific sense of humor. The richness and diversity of my imagination can be evidenced by the fact that it was it that distracted me from oppressive reality and physical discomfort. Gamer abilities will allow me to realize my desires. I even feel sorry for my tormentors, but only a little. I am still capable of human empathy.
When I was transferred to the orphanage, I had several well-developed scenarios for conquering world domination, a list of candidates for my personal harem, and an uncountable catalog of terrible revenge on every medical staff member. A separate entertainment is coming up with ways to bring the battle-hardened and mission-hardened ANBU to gray hair. With my adult consciousness, but limited capabilities, the task was not trivial.
Just imagine. Quiet UkraineKonokhovskaya night. Hospital. Patients sleep peacefully in their beds. The night shift of the Iryonins is bored in the rest room. ANBU is on duty. Peace and quiet. Nothing bodes well for trouble. When suddenly from the ward of the children's department is heard:
- Mu -ha -ha-ha-ha!
A shinobi rushes into the room . Children sleep peacefully in the ward. Thorough inspection of the premises and adjacent territories yields nothing: not a single trace of an extraneous presence. ANBU moves away from the adrenaline surge, calms down and leaves the nursery. After walking a couple of meters along the corridor, he hears from the bedroom a quiet, but very specific laugh:
- Ku-ku -ku-ku-ku ...
Have you presented? Fearfully?
ANBU fighters lived in a harsh reality. Paranormal activity repeated itself with enviable regularity, but without temporal patterns. My training in sinister laughter and imitation of Orochimaru laid the foundation for the future image of the world ruler.
_ 2020-03-29 Till now _
The second most effective method was a gaze, yes, that is exactly how, even ordinary people feel someone else's gaze on themselves, and shinobi are extremely sensitive to this, especially if the beholder wants to harm. Here is a shinobi at the post, and feels that he is being closely watched, and after a while this feeling is added to the feeling of danger, as if an unknown person is preparing to attack. But turning around, he finds only children playing peacefully. As a result of my jokes, some of the guards had nervous tics and bouts of paranoia by the end of the second year. Well, what else to call the fact that after my next night training for the laughter of the dark lord, when looking for an intruder, they even looked under the chamber pots.
There was one very remarkable incident, literally a month before my departure to the orphanage. The new nanny who went to work in the nursery instead of one too impressionable employee, apparently, was very angry with the Fox, and naturally I became the object of revenge due to the inaccessibility of the Fox, in principle, nothing new, if not for the fact that she did not see the banks at all ... On the first day, as it was admitted to me, this creature, pulling out of the arena, dropped me. Allegedly by accident. The actress from her, of course, is very good, she so believably groaned and gasped, running around me, wailing how awkward she was and asking for an apology, that's just a nasty grin that appeared on her face when she came up to me to take me for treatment, spoke of complete absence regret and killed the slightest doubt about the accident of what happened.
In general, looking at this grinning rubbish, I was blown away a little. So I just looked into her face and made an Ichimaru Gin -style face , and pointed at her with my index finger, and then ran it down my throat while feeling the strongest desire to give her a terrible and painful death. To which she jumped away from me to the wall, matching her color, poking her finger at me and trying to say something, to which I only spread my smile wider, after that she rolled her eyes and fainted, and a guard flew into the room with kunay for an advantage. I tried to play the fool as usual, pretending to be a child, clapping and gagging . It didn't work.
For the next eight hours, I acted out an already frightened, uncomprehending child, which turned out to be very believable, since I really didn't understand a damn thing and was pretty scared by the prospect of extracting a fox from me. But thank God for the games, everything worked out. Of course, I was promoted with all sorts of checks and analyzes taken from places that I did not even know about. They even wanted to arrange a consciousness test, but Yamanaka , who was present at my test , as soon as he heard about the consciousness test, he simply teleported. I am still trying to figure out how? It doesn't look like shunshin there should be a whirlwind of leaves or smoke, and the technique of the fourth, Flight of the Thunder God, produces a specific sound effect, but it was not. It could be attributed to my lack of reaction and in fact it just came out, only very quickly. But judging by the elongated mugs and square eyes of the others, this question torments me not alone.
Despite all my fears, they did not take me to the Root for experiments, but returned to the hospital, where I stayed the remaining month before the orphanage.
Life in the orphanage did not stand out in any way, the teachers quietly hated me, the kids tried to spread rot , but after a couple of dozen broken noses and fifty knocked out teeth, we established an armed neutrality. Of course, for every broken nose and knocked out tooth, I received three times more from the educators, despite the fact that it was not me who started the fights, this spurred these little ones to try again. But then it even dawned on the most stupid that the punishment of the teachers was violet to me, and in the end they remained beaten. This was possible only due to the fact that I completely recovered overnight, but my opponents did not, that's the whole secret. No, they didn't stop sneaking dirty tricks and substituting them, but there were no more direct raids.
What was the source of my regeneration, I'm not sure, it could have been both the foxes and the system. This question did not bother me much. But they didn't give me a quiet life, and other children and even educators had nothing to do with it. The warning from the system, which I took as a stupid joke, turned out to be prophetic, yes, the same about mosquitoes. These small bloodsuckers, I'm not talking about children, but about mosquitoes, in the first nights of spring they almost ate me alive. The hospital had special protection against insects, and in the shelter no one was going to spend money on such a luxury. Due to someone's greed, I was forced to clog the windows, and for several hours before going to bed, exterminate all the mosquitoes that had time to fly into the room.
From my memories I was brought back by the cry of one of the teachers.
Get out of here, demon. - And gave a kick to accelerate.
Nothing, I'm not vindictive, I will take revenge and forget that I took revenge, and I will take revenge further. Apparently, not destiny, but I so wanted, like everyone else, to get an assignment like, walk home and not die on the way, and naturally get a couple of irreplaceable skills along the way. Eh, you have to wait for the system to start at your new place of residence. And, judging by the gaze of the teacher, if I do not leave the territory of the shelter within five seconds, they will carry me out of here with my feet. Wait for me, my new living space, I'm on my way.
I got to the apartment pretty quickly and without incident, even a little offensive. And no cool techniques and skills were needed. He just put the hood over his head, and did not shine with stripes on his face, and there was no need to sneak in deserted nooks and crannies and hide in dark corners. Not if the system was already working, and for this they would give skills, I would crawl to my apartment on my bellies. But since no, then do not suffer fig garbage.
The condition of my new home left much to be desired, much better. Let's start with the fact that the lock on the door was purely symbolic, and the door itself was not particularly strong. Add to this a few furniture that remembered the first Hokage in his youth and a five centimeter layer of dust throughout the modest space of the apartment. True, not everything is so bad, the view from the window was gorgeous, in principle, all the advantages of this place ended there. But the list of shortcomings identified when trying to make this shed look like a living room could be written on a roll of toilet paper, in small handwriting, on both sides.
When I finished cleaning, I looked at the timer, it showed that there were forty minutes left with kopecks, and with great pleasure I fell onto the bed, waiting for the system to calibrate. Eh, in forty minutes a new life will begin, full of amazing possibilities and opening up endless prospects. Indulging in my sweet dreams, I did not notice how I fell asleep.
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Danz put aside another report and wearily massaged his temples. Leaning back in his chair, he sighed and began to study the next report. At least in the last two years it has become calmer, Shimura mused . After the attack, the fox, spies and saboteurs climbed out of all the cracks, and he had to deal with everyone. In addition, due to the fox's jinchūriki , he lost four specialists, which further complicated the work of identifying spies. And the most unpleasant thing is that it was not possible to find out what kind of protection it stands for.
Examination of the bodies and of the surviving but insane team member yielded no useful information, and there was no mention of this in the scrolls and personal notes taken from the fourth's house either. But these were all trifles, compared to the fact that an unknown person or a group of unknown shinobi managed to get into the hospital, to the department where the jinchūriki was located , and leave without leaving any trace.
Except for the laughter, which many have heard and described as creepy and chilling. And besides that, there is no trace, except that one j джnin of those that Hiruzen put in , swore by all Kami and Rikudo that he heard Orochimaru laugh . For Orochimaru's involvement , it was said that he was an excellent specialist in covert penetration, but just coming to laugh in the jinchūriki ward without taking any tests and samples, said the opposite, as well as reports that during some incidents he was committed elsewhere. which, of course, is not one hundred percent proof of his innocence.
And given the fact that incidents happened too often, it was said that it was most likely sabotage aimed at diverting attention from other important objects, and demoralizing our military forces. These are the conclusions reached by both root analysts and members of the Nara clan.
It was only by chance that the saboteur was identified. It turned out to be Yumi Itsuki , an employee of the hospital, was discovered during an unsuccessful attempt on the life of a jinchūriki , which she wanted to disguise as an accident, but could not be taken alive, she used an unknown technique that stopped her heart.
From ANBU report callsign Sokol:
…. sensing a very weak yaki, I immediately arrived at room four, where the jinchūriki were . The Chamber found Jinchuuriki with severe head wound and was standing a few feet away from him Itsuki saw me, she has used an unknown suicide technique.
Checking the jinchūriki did not reveal any interference with the operation and integrity of the seal, nor any other hidden harmful effects. I had to abandon the consciousness test. And judging by the reports of the group, Hiruzen also made attempts to penetrate the consciousness of the jinchūriki , it is impossible to explain otherwise the reaction of Inoichi Yamanaka to the request for verification.
After this incident, large-scale checks and cleansing of hospital personnel, as well as security services and personnel, took place. The check revealed many violations and several spies. Regarding Yumi Itsuki herself , checking all connections and contacts did not reveal anything, which gives the right to confidently consider her an SS-class specialist for covert deployment and sabotage work. After the death of the saboteur, strange incidents stopped, and the activity of other saboteurs and spies significantly decreased, which indicates a possible conspiracy, in which the Uchiha is most likely involved .
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