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

      You know, I have never considered myself a stupid person. Moreover, I considered myself moderately intelligent to understand some things, and sometimes, after spending enough time, to understand more complex concepts. I have always loved knowledge. I have reached for it throughout my past life, however, what I just did a few minutes ago leads me to the only question.... Am I even sane? I was carried in Yumi's arms. I couldn't move on my own. It's only been five hours since my conversation with Izuna, and we're already leaving the Uchiha clan. Hell, in five hours I'd gotten myself into shit I'd remember for the rest of my life. But I think it's worth telling the story in order.       A few minutes before the events of this morning.       I woke up around four in the morning. We'd stayed up late, so I went to bed around twelve. I don't know what time the others went to bed, because I left before them, but I don't think they're awake yet. They're probably sleeping like bears in winter. Izuna and Mito had a drink with me while I was telling them my story. Yumi is a real sleepyhead herself. She doesn't like to get up early in the morning. No matter how many times I woke her up for her morning workout, I could never get her to go. But in the afternoon and evening, she is just so energetic that I feel sick. But that's not the point. I didn't sleep because I had, in fact, slept all last day recovering my chakra. Realising that I wasn't going to get any more proper sleep tonight, I decided that I wasn't going to waste any more time. I was going to go to training to stretch my muscles and test my fighting ability. As I left my room, I walked down the corridor, heading towards the exit of the house to find a space to work out, however, I heard a sound that I oh so didn't like. It was a woman's pitiful mooing. It was coming from one door. At first I even doubted what I had heard, but as I got closer I realised that it was not my imagination at all. Someone was mooing pitifully, as if they were gagged. It made me very tense. I was faced with a dilemma. whether to help or not. It's none of my business. Yes, it might be wrong, but I didn't really want to get into trouble. Then there could be trouble with the Uchiha clan. It's no joke. I could handle hostility from one particular person, but from the whole clan... no... I'd be hunted down. I didn't want to spend my life wandering the world, constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure I didn't get stabbed in the back. I had a hard time in the arena, but I have to admit that I lived there, not survived, though many of the kids there did survive. I was just luckier than most.       - Don't go in there. - came Morgana's warning voice in my subconscious.       - Do you know something? If you do, tell me now. - I said, addressing her mentally. I knew immediately that something was wrong here. For about a minute I waited for a response from the demoness, but not hearing one, I reached for the door.       - If you go in there, it will end very badly. The consequences will be irreversible. - stated the girl already with a hint of concern. Those words would have made me wonder if I hadn't already kicked the door to the room. I took a quick look around. The room was no different from mine, but it was what was happening on the bed that made me furious. There was Mito lying on the bed, her clothes torn in places. There was a rag in her mouth. Apparently, the rapist had used Uzumaki's clothes to gag her. On the face of the Uzukage's daughter was just a storm of emotions: anger, hatred, and hopelessness were the ones I managed to recognise. Tears were streaming down the red-haired girl's red cheeks. Her hands were clasped around her back by a man I would hate for the rest of my life. It was him, the damn bastard, Madara Uchiha. He didn't even pay attention to me right away as he continued to rape the girl. For a few seconds, I was in shock at what I was seeing. My brain was trying to process all the information, but it was very hard to take in.       - Hmm..." the Uchiha stretched out, feeling someone else's gaze on him. He looked back in my direction. Our gazes met, causing my mind to return to normal, and anger and unbridled rage to boil up inside. - Kid, walk away. Consider it a gift to me for saving you. - Madara threw coldly, watching the change in my gaze. Apparently he quickly realised that he wouldn't be able to negotiate with me, so after pulling his prick out of the girl's crotch and zipping up the fly of his trousers, having previously sent his manhood there, he began to approach me.       - What a bastard! - I literally growled, unable to contain the anger I felt towards this man.       Mito and I had our differences. We weren't even mates, so it might seem like I should have been happy about that, since she had been nothing but rude and disrespectful to me all along the way. However, for all her shitty character, she was still the daughter of my sensei, to whom I owed a great deal. Ashina had taught me a lot, so I just couldn't help but reciprocate him. Yes, even if I didn't feel indebted to this ninja, just out of respect for his personality, I was obligated to protect his heiress.       I guess all of my next actions could be called reckless, but that was what I had to do. Just to stand up for Mito. "I may not be able to restore the girl's honour, but I'm capable of punching the bastard in the face." - That's exactly what I was thinking at that moment, so I created an ice pole and made a straight punch at the Uchiha. Madara looked at me like the ultimate retard until the last moment. There were no other words to describe the expression on his face. It was literally screaming, "Are you seriously going to attack a shinobi God like that?" It was clear from the look on his face that he didn't believe what I was doing until the last moment. I even thought I could wound him at that moment, however, when my weapon almost touched his flesh, I was simply thrown out of the house through the window. I flew about two dozen metres before I hit a tree. My whole body was whimpering in pain. He'd definitely broken a few ribs from that blow. Regeneration had already begun, but it needed time to bring me back to a fighting condition, at least temporarily dulling the pain.       - I told you so," Morgana's voice came through. It was only at that moment that I realised how badly I was in trouble, but it was foolish to back down. My brain realised the difference in our strength. He'd almost sent me into the realm of Morpheus with one punch, and my gut told me that he hadn't even put half his strength into that punch. As I struggled to get to my feet, Madar had already jumped out of the house and was approaching me at a slow pace. He clearly didn't want to kill me, but he wanted to play with me.       - You want to get back at me? Well, let's warm up a little. Maybe you'll be good enough for me to warm up. - The Uchiha spoke in a disinterested voice as I assumed a standing position.       - Ice Element, Assault of a Thousand Needles!" I said the name of the technique, starting to create ice on the ground around me.              - Fire Technique, Great Fireball! - shouted the Uchiha, folding several seals at such an unimaginable speed that I could only see blurry patches of his movements. It made me a little tense, but I was confident in my technique, as my ice had always been superior to fire before. However, to my utter surprise, most of the needles evaporated from the Shinobi God's ninjutsu, and he simply dodged the rest. I began to slide across the ice to take advantage of the hiccup on my opponent's part. After all, he was busy dodging my needles. Finding what I thought was the perfect moment to attack, I delivered a chopping blow with the ice axe I had created on the move. I attacked from the back with a vertical strike, intending to simply cut my opponent in half, but the latter was clearly prepared for such a thing. He went sideways, receiving two needles in the shoulder, but they didn't hit any vital points, which made them ridiculous wounds for a fighter like him. I opened up, for I simply could not have predicted such a development. Madara spun around at an unthinkable speed and unleashed a quick series of three punches, sending me flying into the nearest tree. I was already reaching for the seals on my legs to ease the resistance they were creating, adding weight to my body, when Morgana spoke again.       - He doesn't want to kill you. It's best not to weaken the seals. Let him think you are weak and infirm. In real combat, you will gain the advantage created by the illusion of your weakness. - The girl spoke in an instructive manner.              - But what am I supposed to do then? He didn't even activate his sharingan. That's a shame. - I said mentally.       - Put your pride where it belongs. Your wounds are not fatal, but they will take time to heal. Remember the side effect of my regeneration? I doubt you'll be able to fight at full strength now. - said the demoness with some anger in her voice.       - Yes, yes, I remember. I am gradually slowing down, because regeneration consists of stitching together parts of my flesh with ice threads, which in turn affects my mobility. I agree with you. - I answered her, catching my breath. I slowly got to my feet, spitting out the clot of blood that had accumulated in my mouth. My legs trembled involuntarily.       - I'm surprised you're still standing. - The Uchiha pointed out an interesting fact. - I think you realise it yourself. I won't kill you now. Maybe in a few years you'll become an interesting dancer and then I'll talk to you with a sharingan. Until you're strong enough, don't cross me. I won't feel sorry for you anymore. - Madara said with no emotion in his voice.       - Why the mercy? - I asked a question I already knew the answer to.       - My brother is very attached to you. There's life in his eyes after all these years. So don't disappoint me Michiko Yuki. - replied the head of the red-eyed clan without even turning round. - And yes, here's another thing... make sure you and your mates are not in my house in the morning. - he added, already at a decent distance. At that moment I relaxed, realising that it was all gone. This was my mistake in part, for I lost consciousness. I woke up to tapping on my cheeks. I was woken up by Mito, who was apparently watching the fight from the house. She had already changed her clothes.       - Wake up. Wake up..." the girl said, accompanying each word with a slap, not even noticing that I was already awake.       - How long has it been since Madara left? - I decided to ask, since it was already dawn.       - I don't know, about twenty minutes, maybe. - Ashina's daughter said, stopping to hit me. She wanted to add something, but she didn't have the confidence.       - Wake Yumiko and the merchants. We'll take what we need and leave. You have half an hour to pack. - I commanded, realising I was running out of time. The girl, to my surprise, didn't argue with me, just walked off in the direction of the house. I didn't even notice how I'd blacked out again, because my consciousness was still floating from the pain that was driving me crazy, but I didn't scream. I just didn't want to...       I woke up in the arms of Yumiko, who was carrying me as if we had just been married. Realising that we had already left the Uchiha clan, I relaxed completely, falling into my well-deserved sleep to recover from my injuries.