Apocalypse: This world cannot be saved...

As the voices became clearer and clearer, Bridge exchanged glances with Apache. She understood his mental message. As soon as Obito comes into their field of vision, some kind of mess may begin, in which there may be random victims. And it will be the three of them. —Obito. Stan turned to him, placing his hand on his shoulder. “You go to the others, and we’ll talk to Sanya ourselves.” If anything happens, we’ll call you. The Uchiha nodded, agreeing with this idea. Without further ado, leaving the two of them to deal with… the problem — and the problem was the shinobi — he left. Having found this very room from memory, he met with the others. Ashura and Shisui and Itachi were talking about something, judging by fragments of phrases — about their recent driving experience. Madara, Izuna and Indra stood near the window. What they were talking about was anyone’s guess. Of two evils, Obito chose the first. He will tolerate company in the person of Itachi, but not with Madara. Especially after a small incident, which, alas, did not happen. Everything went well for Madara. It’s a pity… *** Having sent the Uchiha to other aliens, Namida and Stan began to think about how to tell about them. No, Sanya may be a little of that, but he is an understanding person. It’s just that a story with a parallel world can cut everything off at the root. The leader doesn’t believe in this nonsense. Then steps began to be heard. Everything will be decided soon. Mentally, Apache and Bridge crossed themselves. God grant that everything goes well, otherwise a reprimand with all that it entails. —…Well, I don’t know about the CJ-15, but I like the AMG-37. Automatic reloading, holds ten shells… —And it weighs about a hundred kilograms. The lizard-like mutant finished after the girl. These were Sanya (1) and Max (2). Judging by their conversation, she again found some new gun and is now animatedly discussing it with him. - But it will be just right for you. And I’ll make do with a machine gun. Alexandra retorted, slightly jokingly. Ritrace chuckled. Since he, Nigel and Sam—may he rest in peace—mutated, Panferova often teases Max about his physical attributes. Then he was frail with implants, but now he is a three-meter tall man without them. But Wallace hasn’t changed at all. A cyber eye, another pair of hands and a hunched position due to a mutation — and so is an exact copy of before. The same offense towards everything and everyone. Coming around the corner, Sanya and Max met Stan and Namida who were greeting them. In his hands, Ritrace carried an almost fifty-kilogram iron box with weapons. Apparently, the deal with May went well. Seeing Apache, Sanya rushed to her with hugs, scooping her up in her arms. Namida didn’t even have time to utter a word. An extra couple of minutes won’t hurt for explanations. At least prepare a leader… - Well… How are you here without me, my dears? Alexandra asked, releasing Namida from her death grip. -Didn’t have time to do anything? -Well, almost… Bridge drawled, discreetly exchanging glances with his colleague in misfortune. - And with such a tone, as if they had already done some mischief… Relax, we have already seen Crabroll. Nigel is unloading it now. True, he is not in a good mood, so don’t catch his eye again. She added, patting him on the shoulder. Stan chuckled. If Nigel finds him, he will give him a full report. -San, we need to tell you something… Attracted Apache’s attention. Alexandra looked questioningly at her old friend, with whom she literally began to explore the expanses of the “wild west” together. -Don’t be angry… *** As soon as Obito sat down on the sofa that was opposite them, Itachi turned his attention to the unknown device that he was wearing. -What do you have? He asked with a straight face. Before this, Ashura and Shisui, who were talking about their own affairs, fell silent, looking at him questioningly. Noticing where Itachi was looking, both turned to the culprit of this silent pause. Hearing Itachi’s question, Obito turned a completely impassive gaze on him. The last thing I wanted was to talk to someone. But, alas, not today… Looking around, he noticed that absolutely everyone was staring at him and waiting for an answer to the question. Sitting more comfortably, the Uchiha exhaled tiredly. It was necessary to remove this device… And now that’s it — explain it to your narrow-minded comrades in misfortune. -This is Itachi… He pointedly poked the frame and continued. — Something that will help us at least understand what the locals are talking about. This phrase was enough to attract everyone’s attention. Even though he was always on his own mind, Madara turned to them. —How does it work? Izuna asked, covering the distance between them in a matter of meters. - From the brain. Briefly and clearly. Nodding understandingly, Izuna sat down next to him, clasping his hands in front of him and supporting his head with them. -Is there some more? Leaning back and folding his arms across his chest, Obito began to remember the dialogue between Namida and Bridge. -M… It seems like five more, but they say that they can make a couple more by asking some Max. Drawing thoughtfully, Obito glanced at the leader. He just nodded, saying a barely audible “I see.” Closing his eyes, Izuna began to think about his next steps. Since there are these devices, it will be easier to live here. A little, but easier than now. However, speech is not as important in this world…as knowledge of local flora and fauna. Seeing that the leader was lost in deep thoughts, Obito looked at the trio sitting opposite him. All of them, without hiding their smiles, were thinking about something. Although, it’s clear what we’re talking about here—a new life. The Uchiha was about to remove this device when suddenly a woman’s scream was heard. Everyone was alarmed and stared at the doorway. The fury didn’t jump out of there, but Bridge’s loud voice told her to calm down. And, indeed, everything is just beginning… *** -…And you brought them here?! Panferova shouted nervously, and slightly angrily. No, did you have to bring strangers here? What if they are from Horizons? -Bridge, are you completely crazy?! Damn aliens… Hasn’t it occurred to you that they are just pretending? You know these Horizons — they may not do such a thing! — Sanya, these guys don’t look like pawns. I basically spent the whole day with them and I can vouch for at least six of them. Although Madara does not inspire confidence in me, this is not a reason to consider them saboteurs. He retorted calmly, listening to her tirade. Whether under the previous clan leader or now, there is no trust! And the ranks of Imsula are growing… -Especially… I paused to watch her reaction. As soon as Sanya looked at him expectantly, he continued. —These people are not in the database. They don’t understand a word of any language other than Japanese, which already rules out the possibility of Horizons — by 90 percent. They don’t even have implants! -Where such confidence? Have you checked? Panferova interrupted him. Naivety… She got rid of this trait a long time ago, but it is very difficult to help others with this. This is impossible! Taking a deep breath and placing her hands on her hips, she began to look around. A common habit when I’m nervous. -Okay, okay… If they prove that they are not from this world, then I will decide what to do with them. Nodding in satisfaction, Bridge bowed in Chinese and smiled charmingly. -Thank you for your trust, sensei. -Yah you! Throwing up her hands, Panferova walked towards the rest room. The time has come to personally meet these “foreigners.” *** The atmosphere became tense. Someone’s footsteps with dissatisfied grumbling began to be heard in their direction. Obito couldn’t help but compare it to Kushina’s arrival. It’s better to run before it’s too late — the only rule when an Uzumaki is in a bad mood. Now there was a similar situation, but you can’t escape… The next moment, the gaze of all the shinobi was riveted on the doorway, from which a real fury appeared. One look in her brown eyes said that she was not at all happy. Yes, they themselves were not happy about such a setup from the Shinigami — they would be reborn in another world. What could be better? Crossing her arms, Sanya began to examine the supposedly otherworldly people. None of them inspired her confidence. “Horizons are not capable of such things…” she repeated in every possible way. This organization has been hunting them since they met Cayero in Mexico. And so! They have been wandering around the country for six months now. Well, never mind, the last city remains and the clan will leave this continent… There are already a couple of countries in which Horizons have been declared terrorists. However, we need to deal with some passengers… She scanned everyone with her gaze. The dossier was not in the database. This is only possible if they were deliberately erased, as if they knew for sure that they could be killed. This should have already been a warning bell, but Bridge decided to believe in the legend “about being reborn in another world.” The legend is ridiculous, like everything that is happening now. “Surely they took test subjects from a mental hospital,” was the first thought that flashed when Stan told her about this. These seven “shinobi”, or rather two of them, buzzed his ears about their world. Let them prove that they do not belong to this world then, maybe she will believe them. “I see they’ve settled in pretty well… “I see they’ve settled in pretty well…” She broke the tense silence. The Uchiha and Ōtsutsuki glanced at her in confusion. They didn’t understand anything at all, except for one person… All the glances of the otherworldly people present turned to Obito. “It’s begun…” he sighed mentally. Once again he becomes the center of everyone’s attention. The girl, although she noticed how they glanced sideways at their “advanced” comrade, remained just as unperturbed. -Well, gentlemen? So are we going to play the game of “mine is yours and don’t understand” or are you going to split? “Well, gentlemen? So are we going to play the game of “mine is yours and don’t understand” or are you going to split?” She paused for a moment, looking at each non-Shinobi. And I saw nothing but misunderstanding in their eyes. Speaking of eyes. Alexandra almost immediately drew attention to the long-haired man with a strange eye color. This immediately brings to mind the obvious idea — this one is clearly from here. Some locals have similar implants, so they got pierced here. Having taken a couple of steps forward, Panferova stopped when she heard rapidly approaching steps behind her. Bridge, almost like a bullet, flew into the room. Slipping on the soles of his boots, Stan stopped right next to the leader. Smiling stupidly, he apologized for being late. -Sorry. Namida detained. Guys, this is Alexandra Panferova, the leader of the Imsula clan. He answered as if he didn’t feel the heavy aura that came from Sanya. “I doubt they should know our names.” “I doubt they need to know our names.” I interrupted my old friend. The glances of the aliens were firmly riveted on the fragile-looking girl, from whom a bloodlust emanated. “And this is their leader?” — flashed through the minds of some. A woman in power… Nonsense! That’s what Madara, Izuna and Indra would say. In their times it is rare for women to be in command, but in the times of others it is commonplace. So, you don’t have to pay much attention to the looks, which is what she did. Like a true leader. “By one glance, I can understand what is in a person’s soul… “By one glance I can understand what is in a person’s soul…” With her back proudly straightened and her arms crossed over her chest, the girl moved towards the oldest Uchiha. Madara raised a questioning eyebrow as she stood in front of him. Alexandra looked him straight in the eyes. “Beautiful…” she involuntarily thought as she began to peer at them. A ring pattern ran throughout the sclera, a purple tint. “Pfft! I can install these for myself too.” — she snorted and turned towards Bridge, who was already talking about something with these downs! Aren’t you an idiot? Coughing tactfully, the girl drew attention to her person. - Stanley… I, of course, understand that you are a good-natured person, but to fall for nonsense about another world is to be a moron! “Stanley… I, of course, understand that you are a good-natured person, but to fall for nonsense about another world is to be a moron!” She screamed at the last sentence. All the aliens decided not to interfere. If it is not translated for them, it means it is not for their ears. Bridge held his hands out in a conciliatory position, saying “don’t get angry.” —Sanya, if I were a moron, I wouldn’t be such an excellent mechanic. And since I’m pro in this matter, I’m not a moron. “And the eyes of this peacock don’t tell you anything?” “And the eyes of this peacock don’t tell you anything?” Without turning around, she pointed to Madara standing behind her. Hearing what she called him, Obito involuntarily burst out laughing, which attracted attention to himself. -What did this girl say that makes you laugh like a horse? The elder Uchiha asked, narrowing his gaze with the Rinnegan. -Yes, she called you a peacock. He answered, wiping an unbidden tear from his eye. No, when will you ever hear a woman talk like that about Uchiha Madara himself? Hearing this idiot, Madara looked at her threateningly. Her height barely reached his collarbone. And this little thing dared to call him a peacock? Suicide? Without a doubt. Idiot? Definitely. Unstuck from the wall, the Uchiha stood up to his full height, thereby demonstrating his superiority, at least in the weight category. Sensing a sharp release of a heavy aura behind her, Panferova turned on her heels and… without flinching a bit, she began to look straight into his strange eyes. Bridge involuntarily closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Again… Again she is trying to put pressure on her with her authority. Opening his eyes slightly, he noticed Izuna in almost exactly the same position. This means that they are not the only ones who have an individual who does not tolerate disrespect in his direction. Imsula has Sanya, and the otherworlders have Madara. And these two individuals stand and burn holes in each other… These two were ready to throw sparks, but a cough from the entrance prevented this from happening. They both looked at Bridge, who moved towards them. Stopping a couple of steps away from them, he continued the topic from which they had deviated. “I don’t know about the eyes, but the fact that they are absolutely everything… He waved his hand around all the aliens. “They don’t understand either the language or our terms and everyone, as one, talks about their shinobi world,” it only says that they are not from here. From the word absolutely. No equipment, no weapons — they had nothing on them when I met them. I still don’t know how they killed two Crabrolls! The girl at that moment took on an extremely concentrated look. “You don’t know how they killed you… That’s a clue.” — she grinned triumphantly — “That’s where they screwed up.” Taking out the folding laser emitter S7-9B (3) from the holster, she pointed it straight at the Uchiha’s face. Without further ado, Madara realized that it was a local weapon. Very interesting. “Here I advise you all to confess and finally say who you are?” “Here I advise you all to confess and finally say who you are?” Five seconds passed before she continued. -Five seconds have passed. “Five seconds have passed.” Having loaded the pistol, she fired, but Bridge, who arrived in time, managed to move the barrel to the side. The laser beam passed a few centimeters from Madara’s head. Looking in the direction of the hit, the Uchiha noted the similarity with his Senpo technique: Ranton Koga. If the weapon had not been taken to the side, the neatly cut hole would have been visible on his face. Although the face would no longer be there… Growling irritably, Sanya glared at Bridge with displeasure. But before she had time to utter a word, he himself decided to tell. -Okay, Sanya. If you don’t believe it, then I know how they can prove it to you. -And how? “And how?” Hearing her, Stan hesitantly let go of her hand with the gun. You never know what she will do! After making sure that the girl won’t shoot again, he then has to fill up the holes in the walls. Brij called Indra and Ashura to him. What did the younger one say — they killed with the help of techniques? So let them show them off! Approaching them, the Ootsutsuki brothers began to wait for further… orders. -Indra, Ashura, can you demonstrate these… your techniques that you used to kill those giants? The brothers looked at each other. It seemed like a simple request, but a lot depends on it now. And they were convinced of this when they almost killed Madara in front of their eyes a minute earlier. Indra didn’t beat around the bush, but simply activated the Sharingan. Alexandra, leaning forward, began to peer into his red eyes with black commas. Ōtsutsuki outwardly hid his displeasure behind a mask of equanimity. He, of course, understood everything, but he hated the invasion of personal space. So I had to endure it. Having finished looking at his “drug-addicted” eyes, the girl left his space alone, which he was incredibly happy about. Crossing her arms, she defiantly forced her implant eyes to change color to bright blue as she decided to call Stan. Indra fell into a state of confusion. He didn’t expect this. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Bridge had the same eyes. -You see? “See?” She attracted attention. -We can do this too. “We can do this too.” Disconnected by the unexpected call, Stan hurried to say his word before she pronounced her verdict. -She didn’t believe it. Are there other techniques? The brothers nodded in unison. However, before using at least one of their jutsu, they thought about it. Each of them has their own unique abilities. Both harmless and destructive. And now they need to demonstrate such techniques so that this leader girl believes that they do not belong to this world. —If you want us to use those specific techniques, it’s better outside. Indra broke the silence. -And if… - Show me. “Show me.” She interrupted the elder Ōtsutsuki rather rudely. Frowning, he was ready to demonstrate that jutsu to her, but changed his mind. He himself is the same… Stretching his right hand forward, Indra concentrated chakra in it. A small ball of electricity formed in his palm. Panferova and Bridge were surprised. They have never seen anything like this, of course, unless this is the work of implants. Stan himself already believed them, but she still had some doubts. All they have to do is pass the last test… -Let us suppose. “Let us suppose.” A slightly foggy voice broke the silence. Grunting smugly, Ōtsutsuki dispelled the raiton chakra. If he didn’t make her believe overnight, he was able to sow the seeds of doubt. Moving towards the exit, Panferova stopped in the passage. -Max! Nigel! If even one of you is here, come here! “Max! Nigel! If even one of you is here, come here!” She screamed loudly, so loudly that it echoed throughout the room. As soon as she heard “I’ll be right back” at the end of the corridor, the girl called Bridge over to her. —As soon as he comes up, you’ll check this electrified one for implants. If not, so be it — I’ll believe this shinobi nonsense. And if it’s not confirmed, I’ll shoot you personally. Saying in a half-whisper, Sanya disappeared around the corner, leaving everyone present with mixed feelings. After watching the leader go, he was about to return to his charges, when Nigel noticed that he was walking in their direction. Stan sighed resignedly — he could not avoid a reprimand. Turning to his new friends, he immediately met with seven shinobi who did not understand anything at all. No! One understood what they were talking about—the device—but the rest were without it. -So… Putting his palms forward, he stopped all attempts to ask any question. - Gentlemen, your fate will now be decided. I believe you unconditionally, but you understand… Not everyone is like me… But for Sanya… He spread his arms to the sides and shook his head. No, he has no complaints about the Russians. On the contrary, he is impressed, especially since they are going there. Russia is the largest state in the world, and most importantly, it is free. And the contingent is friendly, and the laws are adequate, and in general everything is great there! It’s just that some people have such traits, and most often the female gender has excessive suspicion and distrust. This cannot be taken away from them. — For Sanya, my apologies. Women, especially Russians, they… “That’s what women are for, to be always dissatisfied.” Madara interrupted him in an emotionless tone. —Until you bring them under control, they will continue to get in the way. Stan was about to object to this very ancient and, he would say, radical way of establishing contact with the fair sex, but at that moment he felt a displeased puffing behind him. “Nigel. (4)”—without turning around, he realized who had come for his soul. -So how long will you hide from me? “How long are you going to hide from me?” Turning on his heels, Bridge spread his arms to the sides, saying, “Where am I hiding? I was standing here the whole time!” and smiled at all thirty-two. -Nigel! Long time no see. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you all this time. Almost dramatically shedding a tear, he was about to hug him, but Walress blocked any possible attempt with all four hands. - Without your sarcasm! Give back the keys! “Without your sarcasm! Give back the keys! He stretched out one of his hands and began to wait for him to deign to return someone else’s property. Wiping away a non-existent tear, Stan took the keys out of his pants pocket and handed them to Nigel with feigned sadness. He quickly put them in his pocket and looked at him with a contemptuous look. No, he didn’t hate Bridge. In no case! They are old friends. It’s just that his trait of taking other people’s things without asking was annoying. But he even liked his jokes, even though there were more of them after the incident with the Minotaur—he didn’t let anyone feel sad. The person is always positive! Having looked around at those present, he greeted everyone with a gesture and went towards the medical block, which Ritrace had equipped as his abode. At this rate, he will soon live there permanently. Having seen off Walress, Bridge returned to his own. The aliens were dumbfounded by this world. They didn’t even change their face! Ashura and Obito looked at each other. Now they understood what he was telling them when he told them not to be afraid. If for the Ōtsutsuki brothers what they saw was new, for the others it was not particularly surprising. Itachi and Obito remembered the same Kisame, who looked like a shark. So, their worlds are not so different, well almost. Noticing no surprise on their faces, Stan doubted for a moment, but dismissed the thought. “Maybe there is something similar in their world,” he thought. Returning to reality, Bridge called Indra to him, briefly explaining the situation, and led him to the medical unit. For everyone it’s a purely formality on which everything depends. -Indra, wait! Almost colliding with Namida, Indra stopped after taking only two steps out of the room. The girl called out to him and quickly… ran up to him on four metal legs. After what he saw before, now nothing will surprise him, well, maybe a little. -Hold it before you leave. Apache handed him one of the adaptation devices. Saying a dry “thank you,” Ootsutsuki took it and put it on with a slight hesitation. Deciding not to linger any longer, he nodded goodbye to her and caught up with Stan. There are more important things to do now… …After missing Indra and Bridge, Namida entered the rest room. Immediately from the threshold, all the eyes of the otherworldly people stopped at her lower missing part of the body. “And that’s why I don’t go out in public…” It’s one thing to say to those coming to the clan, and another to the eternal crowds! —Gasperatus straightened me out, and Max patched me up. Briefly answered the obvious question. The aliens nodded their heads understandingly. There is no need to touch on the topic… -What does this… Gasperatus look like? Ashura asked. The question may be relevant, but it’s unlikely that she needed to be asked. After putting down a small box, Apache didn’t even change her face, which surprised some. Usually those who have experienced something like this talk about it with sadness, but she is still just as cheerful. Strange people and… non-humans are here… —This is such a big mechanical spider with circular saws on the front. She answered, turning to him. “Circular saws…” Obito repeated, “Sasori would appreciate it. Or maybe… he’s here too? Maybe we will meet old “friends”. Right, Itachi?” — I mentally asked my clanmate. Understanding his mental message, Itachi nodded slightly. Indeed, maybe they are not the only ones? Maybe they will meet others while they are settling into this world? Who knows… *** Nigel has already activated all the equipment to test the implants. He didn’t know much about anything here — this is the prerogative of Ritrace, but he could work with a couple of machines himself. True, he liked digging through pieces of iron more… Hearing footsteps out of the corner of his ear, Walress pulled away from the computer. Turning 90° in his chair, he began to wait for this stranger and one nasty face. As soon as these two came around the corner, Nigel Vys greeted them with a terrible grin — because of his mutation there was no other way to say it. Indra limited himself to a nod, and Bridge stood in the passage, not daring to go further. -Are you afraid of me? Nigel chuckled at his reaction. Ootsutsuki raised a questioning eyebrow and followed the mutant’s gaze. Seeing where he was looking, Indra could not hold back a doomed sigh. Bridge was literally trying to blend into the door frame. “Like with Ashura.” — compared his behavior to his stupid younger brother. Stan, realizing that the disguise plan had failed, unstuck himself from the joint and walked up to Walress with a decisive step. -Afraid? Why did you decide that I’m afraid? I am absolutely calm! Really, Indra? He didn’t say anything. Nigel burst out laughing and turned back to the computer. The whole range of emotions in one day! -Sit here… He pointed to the couch next to him. -Indra. -Sit down, Indra. We’ll check you for lice. I notified him of the upcoming procedure without turning around. The eldest son of the Sage of Six Paths sat down next to this mutant without further ado. Walress became interested in this unusual type. The leader told him about his electrical abilities. Now you need to find out the source of energy. Having turned on all the necessary equipment, Nigel took sensors with wires from the far corner of the table. Putting the headband on Indra’s head, he began to look at the indicators. -Curious… He drawled, looking at the data on his brain. -What’s there? -Look yourself. Nigel moved aside and allowed Stan to look at the monitor. Bending over the indicators, Bridge smiled kindly. -They are clean. Usually, when a person has implants, they are always connected to the brain. But here there is not even the slightest hint. - Shall we make the others happy? Bridge asked a rhetorical question. Now there is no doubt. They are not spies. However, since they are not from this world, we need to help them. But what and how?