Book One: The Rise of the Blue-Haired Devil.

      I was in bed for a week. I don't remember very well everything that happened at that moment in time, because I was suffering. That's not an exaggeration. My body began to reorganise under the force of Morgana living inside me. You know, in my humble experience all my bones were shattered and my muscles contracted non-stop for days on end. And the most unpleasant part was my eyes. It was like molten iron had been poured into them. They just burned brightly. Undoubtedly, I had felt pain in my past life and in this one, even if not as much. However, these days had become a real hell of a loop for me. A fever of forty only made my recovery more difficult. Being on the edge of consciousness, I kept finding myself back in the lab from my past life, where this beast was waiting for me. What other name could I give to the creature that condemned me to such torment?! By the way, she never told me who she was or how she got into my subconscious. And the fact that the laboratory from my past life is a reflection of my soul, I guessed it myself, simply by comparing several facts, the key of which was the following...       In my world I had seen many different races capable of different things, but I had not seen any of them capable of creating their own dimension. I didn't deny that it was possible, as my research in my past life had suggested, but even by rough calculations it required a lot of magic or energy. I've never met a mage capable of such a thing. The only one I'd seen was one capable of travelling between dimensions, but that was the limit. So a being capable of such a thing just has some unattainable level of capability for everyone. You could call him God on some level. I do not deny the existence of higher powers, but my experience shows that these higher beings do not interfere in the destinies of people, at least not in such a direct way as Morgana did. Yes, and the second time we met, I managed to get her to talk a little. I'm not sure if it was a secret, but she told me two important things: firstly, according to her, I am connected to her, which means that if I die, so does she. It's connected to our souls; secondly, my body is undergoing adaptation for the new power. Without that, I simply wouldn't be able to withstand the full power of Morgana's abilities. Coincidentally (no), a few more people will have similar abilities, but their abilities will be severely limited. This is due to the fact that this is Morgana's power. Morgana was actually a very pleasant conversationalist. I could talk to her about almost anything. This often gave me mixed thoughts. A little girl with an adult mind. I learnt the answer to this riddle from Morgana herself. It turned out that she needed to feed on the user's chakra to survive. Like a parasite, she grows with her host. The symbiosis of two organisms that are different in nature leads to evolution in the world. Speaking of eyes, Morgana has stated that my dojutsu is weak and useless, so she has decided to transform my eyes, stripping me of their power, which she will adapt to my new abilities so that I can more easily control my body and abilities.       I woke up in a hospital room and after a quick glance around to assess my surroundings, I was about to get up. The room was unremarkable. A single nightstand next to the bed, a cupboard opposite, a chair next to the window with a few pots of flowers on it. A sharp pain shot through my body at the mere attempt to move, so I decided to stay put.       On the nightstand I found a mirror and through the pain I reached for it. On about the third try I managed to reach the object. I took the round mirror in my right hand and returned to a comfortable position, beginning to study the changes in my appearance. And there was much to see: my hair had faded completely, turning grey; there was a blue pupil in my eyes; my eyes looked human. I didn't think I looked blind now. I even liked these transformations. It was worth admitting that I now looked like a male version of the beast living inside me. The weather outside was sunny, so I quickly deduced that one of the doctors would soon come to check on me. And I was right. Twenty minutes later, a doctor showed up at my door. He was a man with grey frowning eyebrows and kind brown eyes. The colour of his hair, however, confused me. It was a bright scarlet shade. I could sense his approach the moment I woke up. His chakra reserves were very impressive. For a few seconds we studied each other with our gazes, trying to figure out who the man across from us was.       - If I'm not mistaken, your name is Mi. I've heard a lot about you. My name is Izao Uzumaki. I'm the head doctor of the Uzushio Hospital. - Introduced himself to the ninja medic standing in front of me.       - Yes, my name is Mie. Can you tell me when I'll be discharged, Izao-san? - I answered him with respect in my voice.       - Well, we'll do a full examination first, Mi-kun, and then we'll decide. - Uzumaki answered me with a smile. He clearly liked this respectful attitude on my part towards his person.       For a few minutes I was guided by a hand that glowed with green chakra. The man occasionally wrinkled his nose. He clearly didn't like something about my condition.       - Mi-kun, all of your muscles were torn. I was able to heal them, but I will issue an order that only ninja medics of rank 'A' and above will treat you in the future. Your chakra is poisonous. It burned my hands while I was healing your wounds, so I had to treat myself at the same time. Inexperienced medics can die from something like that. I'll sample some of your chakra, but I've already sensed a high toxicity in it. It's like it's alive. It's a phenomenon we'll have to study later, but for now, you're completely healthy. I'll take you to the Uzukage. - Izao said in an orderly tone as he finished using medical jutsu on me. After saying that, the red-haired man left my room, assuring me that he would be waiting outside.       I took my time getting dressed, finding a new set of clothes in my wardrobe. It was a black and red tracksuit with a spiral sign on the back. As I walked out of the hospital room, however, a yellow-haired beastess swooped down on me. After a very tight hug, I received a blow to my head. Good thing I was already used to being treated like that....       - ''Dear Mi, if you make me worry like this again, not even Shinigami will save you from my punishment.'' - Yumiko said with fury in her voice, waving her small fist in front of my eyes. I turned white at that statement. At that moment, I prayed to all the gods I knew that they would save me from this inferno.       - Yumi-chan, calm down. - I said nervously, trying to put a sincere smile on my face, but the bloodlust that had spread throughout the hospital prevented me from doing so easily, though I tried my best. In a second it stopped and I was able to exhale in relief. Taking another look at my companion, I was surprised. The little girl was blushing and looking at me with embarrassment with such a strange look that it made me feel uncomfortable. The idyll was spoilt by Izao, who was chuckling nervously behind Riko's daughter's back. Then a thought struck my head, "She's getting embarrassed by my treatment... Awww, no, that's too bad... She's falling in love with me.". My head immediately hit the blood with many thoughts and questions. My inner conflict was interrupted by Uzumaki who came to his senses from that picture.       - Okay, let's go to Ashina-dono. I've already sent word to him that we're out, so there's no need to test his patience. - He said in a calm and measured voice, wiping his eyes from tears. He found the picture in front of his eyes ridiculous and ridiculous. As we walked through the village, I marvelled at its beauty. There were many houses with different architecture on the streets of this village. There were traditional Japanese style houses as well as houses in styles unknown to me. The variety of architecture was mesmerising. I rarely paid attention to art, but now I was simply absorbed by the beauty of this place, but I began to notice that among the inhabitants we met along the way, there were not only red-haired people, but also yellow-haired people. Even though most of them were Uzumaki, as evidenced by their blood-coloured hair, the fact that there were one or more clans living in their village was a real revelation to me. It was very interesting, because according to my historical information that Riko had told me about, the Uzumaki were a very proud clan that didn't let foreigners into their village.       In the centre of the village was the Uzukage's residence. It was a five-storey building, which is where we were headed. The residence may have looked very small, but when I went inside, I found surprising things. The spaciousness of the room inside did not match the size of the room outside. This was very surprising to me, though I quickly guessed that it was some kind of fuinjutsu technique. After going up to the fifth floor, we entered the office, which had a door with a sign that read "Uzukage" at the entrance. Ashina was already waiting for us in the office, sitting at a desk with a pile of papers. He was looking at a pile of papers when he heard the sound of the door opening.       - Uzukage dono, I've brought Mi-kun as you requested. He is fully healthy, but there are a few nuances in his chakra that I will note in the report. - Izao spoke, dropping to one knee and bowing his head in respect for the great head of the Uzumaki clan.       - You know the rules, the report should be on my desk by the end of the day. Dismissed. - Ashina said in a commanding voice. A glimmer of steel was visible in his eyes. - Mis-san, you surprised me. Not everyone can survive this technique. As promised, I will teach you Fuinjutsu, but there are two requirements. - He added in a more relaxed and friendly tone, addressing me as Izao left the room.       - What are they? - I asked with interest, realising that bargaining would be inappropriate. After all, I will receive the secret techniques of the great Uzumaki clan for free.       - Firstly, most likely, as soon as you are trained by me, you will become the head of a new clan. I want our clans to form an alliance. Ideally I would like to have your clan in my village. That would seriously simplify things. Secondly, you will be trained in my clan's secret techniques. You yourself should realise that these techniques should not be shared, so I will make a contract of silence with you so that you cannot divulge our secrets to outsiders. If everything goes smoothly and you act for the good of my village, the seal will be lifted. It's just that we don't have complete trust between us at the moment. I hope you realise that this is all that is necessary at the moment. - Uzukage made his demands in a calm voice. He already realised that I simply had no choice.       - I agree. I have no information about the clan, but if everything is as you said, I will make an alliance. - I said confidently after a moment of thought.       - Good. Then let's get to printing. - He answered me in a more friendly voice already. He stood up and walked over to me, looking into my blue eyes. It was as if he was searching for an answer to something for a few seconds, and then he simply touched my forehead. I was wracked by a sharp pain that hit me with a strong stream of chakra in my head. The world in front of me began to blur. Black spots began to gradually fill the space I could see. As soon as the world turned into a black blur, I realised that I had lost consciousness.