Uchiha Renzo

      I got it. And that’s exactly how I got there. Into the fucking world of nedoshinobi, who, by some incomprehensible coincidence, call themselves ninjas, while constantly pushing pretentious speeches and completely unable to kill quietly and imperceptibly. How did it happen, you ask? Oh, everything is very clear and simple here, — I would like to say, but this, alas, is not so.       I walked calmly, not touching anyone, and then — a dick! — and I’m lying among a pile of dead bodies in some unfamiliar place, choking on my own blood. Agree, there is little pleasant in all this. And there is no clear at all.       After such shocks to the psyche, I lost consciousness and woke up already in the hospital, in the carcass of a seven-year-old Uchiha Renzo and already with all his memory. As the nurse explained to me later, my entire clan was cut out by a certain Itachi, and only two remained alive: Me and Sasuke Uchiha, the brother of this very Itachi and the heir of the Uchiha clan. And if I got rid of that maniac with only a scar on my throat, which seemed to hint at my luck and vitality, then Sasuke is still lying in a blackout and is not going to recover yet.       I stayed in the hospital for another week, during which time the memories of the former owner of the carcass passed to me, and I finally realized where I was, after which I wanted to go out the window upside down so as not to suffer, but since this body survived the throat opening, it will survive the fall somehow, so suicide is being postponed indefinitely. I didn’t know Naruto’s world well. So, I watched several episodes in random order, and listened to a couple of stories from my friends. All I remembered was that there was Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura. Naruto is strangely obsessed with Sasuke, however, as is Sakura. Sasuke himself can’t decide what he wants in any way: then he wants revenge, then destroy Konoha, then save Konoha, then become hokage, then something else fucked up. And all this happens over the course of more than seven hundred episodes and a bunch of feature films. And I also remember the dance of the greatest Shinobi, because of which, in fact, I decided to watch the anime, but, alas, I did not master it.       As for the carcass I got into, everything is sad here: not only am I from a side branch in which there have never been strong Shinobi, so the last owner also had time to shirk classes, which is why I have a penny of knowledge, and even if the body is in the best condition than the average students of the academy, but it seriously does not reach the level of the clan, so I will have to study and swing a lot.       I studied Renzo in a parallel class with Sasuke, so I didn’t see my classmates in the anime, although maybe my too leaky knowledge of the canon is to blame. As for my interaction with classmates, everything is fine here — there is practically none. In addition to Renzo, there are only three clan members in the class, and our body donor was still an arrogant bastard and did not want to communicate with the rabble, and the clan, looking at this, did not want to communicate with a small Uchiha. At the very beginning, of course, there were attempts to establish contact, but they quickly came to naught. And then there were several attempts to beat the boy, but the fact that there were clansmen several classes higher saved me, so I was protected from this. So now I’m a real outcast, which saves me a lot of problems, although it adds a couple of new ones.       Once you’ve sorted out your assets, it’s time to start planning your life in this world. What would I like to achieve? Perhaps I would not refuse money, but they seem to be in the bins of the deceased clan. Won’t Sasuke refuse his kinsman a couple of lamas? For such a great clan, it shouldn’t become something burdensome. I would also like to live quietly and without any threat of death at any moment, but in such a world it is too difficult to achieve a task. So, we must do everything possible so that I am not killed by accident, but it is also quite difficult to implement when there are monsters all around that are capable of causing meteorites, and destroying cities with one technique. And my chances of becoming the same are scanty. I am not ready to work around the clock, I have no talent, and I do not know the same recipe for gunpowder. And then what to do? Go somewhere from the village, or maybe from the mainland? But here’s the problem: I simply don’t remember where the main characters were and where they weren’t, so even moving to another continent, if there is one here at all, is unlikely to help me. Yes, and they will declare a local deserter, certainly not my option. Then, maybe, just settle down in this village, and waste the clan’s money? The village will really be swept away sometime… But all the dead will be resurrected! It seems… everything is too unclear and based on assumptions, and local laws should be studied, suddenly I will have to work out my training at the academy. And it’s still worth finishing it, they teach too useful things there; who in their right mind would give up magic, even if it’s so perverted? So I will not refuse. So, I study, I study the laws and, as far as I can, I swing, and then we’ll see, maybe there won’t be anything canonical, how many worlds are similar?

***

      I remember saying that the last owner of this taurus was a real asshole, and it seems that I’m not the only one who remembers it.       So I came to the academy for petty murderers, after being discharged from the hospital. And at first everything was just fine: I was trying hard to master the local program for seven-year-olds and if I hadn’t studied at the university, I would have had every chance to fail, and a couple of days later a local punks stopped next to me and, as if among themselves, began discussing how low the Uchiha clan had fallen and what now he certainly won’t have long left. To be honest, at first I didn’t even believe that these were children, and not the same rebirths as me. Well, agree, you expect simpler actions from seven-year-olds, and not provocations affecting the status of the clan in society.       In any case, it was impossible for me to be silent, so I had to express the idea that the Uchiha would certainly live longer than any mutts, that they could not express all their claims in person, but gossip behind their backs. Measuring wit with children is certainly not what I would like in a new life, but they were the first to climb!       In general, word by word, and I scored an arrow in the backyard. At that moment, I was just grinning at these attempts, already imagining how I would quickly unwind them and go about my business.       And then I was reprimanded.       Just like that, they took and beat the crowd.       They’re children, you say. Fuck you, — I say.       At that moment, when the crowd kicked me, I finally realized that these were not fucking children. These are small bastards who will grow into fucking monsters and who cannot be measured by human standards.       When I first came to the place of the future beating, everything was fine. Well, yes, five children who will surely attack in a crowd, but what can they do to me, an adult, even in the body of a child? I know what the basics of combat are, I will not be afraid of blood and I will beat, and not do something incomprehensible, as it usually happens at this age. And the first seconds of the fight everything went fine: I slapped someone in the nose, another in the sun, dropped the third and was about to get into a rage, like the first one, don’t pay attention to the blood, fucked me off the chopper, and the one I dropped was now dropping me, and then the second one connected, followed by all the others.       And then try to get up when you are being beaten by such a crowd. In short, all my disdain for my peers disappeared, but there was a wounded pride and hatred for these creatures. And also confidence. The confidence that I will take revenge on them and I don’t care about their age.

***

      How long does it take to recover from a beating? A week, two, or maybe a whole month? A couple of days was enough for me. This body continues to amaze the imagination with its vitality.       Naturally, I did not appear at the academy, but tried to do at least something so that such a shame would not happen again. So I forced the memory of this body, trying to remember the little that Renzo could do, as well as even less that I had heard or seen in a previous life. So, the fighting style of the Uchiha clan is primarily focused on kicks and acrobatics, and the hands are used mainly as a support or for greater mobility. The only exceptions are the masters of all kinds of swords, and even those do not disdain to commit some kind of side kick, if the opportunity arises.       But the most important thing in the style of my new clan is sharingan. And the style changes noticeably, depending on the amount of tomoe. However, judging by the memory of the body, I still do not have a sharingan, and if I do, it is very difficult to check it, due to the lack of understanding how to control the local mana chakra. Classes on this topic were just beginning when Itachi decided that the clan was somehow interfering with him, and it was somehow scary to do it on his own, but apparently he still had to.       As I think it is already clear to everyone, I was not a master of combat or at least some kind of parkourist in my previous life, so I, alas, will not be able to just take and immediately start turning turntables and dodging saltukhs. Training is waiting for me by the sweat of my brow, but it’s also not worth throwing my studies. In the academy, they won’t teach garbage for Shinobi. I would like to learn shadow clones… But what is not, is not.       So, the plans are still changing. Since I have turned from a simple outcast into an outcast who will be bullied, then I must answer. With my current knowledge and skills, I will not work out all this horde in any way, which means that it is necessary to catch one by one and frighten until they fall behind. Fortunately, knowledge from the modern world will help me in this perfectly, because, judging by Renzo’s knowledge, they did not even know how to mock people, and further beatings and insults have not yet come. I don’t even know whether to admire or be horrified by the ingenuity of my world.       But again, you need not to overdo it, otherwise if I overdo it, then they obviously won’t pat me on the head. Give them an excursion to the toilet or, perhaps, limit themselves to spoiling things and a bunch of notes with all sorts of wishes? The best option for me is to find out someone’s secret and play on it, but somehow I doubt that at this age they have serious skeletons in the closet. Although who knows these Shinobi…

***

      A couple of days later, I finally showed up at classes, where whispers and contemptuous glances immediately fell on me, but no one was in a hurry to approach yet.       All day I watched my abusers and looked for a suitable victim. My choice was between the two who attacked last. They were obviously less confident in themselves, and behaved more like backup singers, rather than the main members of this gang.       Finally, classes ended, and the small crowd hurried home. My friends, who did not forget to remind me about my loss, were no exception. But this time I had to keep quiet, fortunately, it won’t last long. Well, when they left the classroom, I got up too. I had enough skills to follow them unnoticed, and when they split up, I finally chose a victim for myself: a kid who was a little bigger than the second six, but clearly not so brave, so he also listened to periodic jokes about himself with a strained smile. The ideal victim that not only will not be able to give a decent rebuff, but also about the rest is unlikely to refuse to tell anything interesting. It remains only to determine where he is going, and intercept, cutting through a couple of corners. And here he is in my hands. “R-renzo!.. And I thought your house was on the other side. G-walking?” — and how much hope there is in this matter! “Yes, I decided to study the district, and then I look, and you’re coming, so I decided to come up, it’s not good to pass by classmates so easily.” “That’s how… Well, I’ll go then, and have a good p-walk for you!” “Well, what are you so! I don’t know anything here, and you obviously know the terrain better than me, so maybe you can show me what’s here and how?” “B-but…” “Well, you can’t just refuse your friend! We’re friends, aren’t we? — And the look is tougher, this has always worked in anime, and we are just in the real anime.” “Friends?” — he already forgot about his fright. — “well, we kind of…” “Come on, come on, show me something interesting here! There, let’s go in that direction — there’s just a beautiful dark corner, why not a place to meet good friends?” “O-okay …” — that’s why they are pushed around, he sees where everything is going, but still does not even attempt to fight back or escape.       We walked in silence for a couple of minutes, and then a hook, a cut, and another couple of minutes are spent on a measured beating. How good it is when you are not beaten, life immediately begins to play with new colors! “Well, are you ready to answer my questions?” — To his credit, he has never cried out and even tears are not visible, which clearly deserves respect. I would have been even bolder… “Yes…” — And he also stopped stammering. Apparently, he finally resigned himself. “Well, then tell me everything you know about your friends. And in every detail.”

***

      So, what do we have? Our informant’s name is Izumi, and he clearly didn’t like his friends. I don’t know what made him hang out with them, and I don’t give a damn, but the fact remains. So I didn’t even have to put more pressure on him, and he gladly laid out everything: names, addresses, who gets along with whom, and who has claims against each other. In general, a nice guy.       What to do next? Izumi assured me that he would not bother me in any way anymore, so it seems that it is possible to continue to catch them one by one, and then destroy their morale according to the already worked-out scheme, but somehow I doubt that it will work so easily. This kid had serious claims against them, and the rest of them are somehow more modest, maximum envy is present. Of course, you can also play it, but it will take much longer, and I need the result as soon as possible. So, we need to act differently. They will not take the threat towards relatives seriously yet, and there is one orphanage there. To put pressure on the fact that some morons decide things with their fists, too, will not work — the world of Shinobi, here personal power is almost introduced into the absolute. Can I also hint that I can tell everyone about their relatives: according to my victim, a couple of them do not represent anything good, and their kids are ashamed of them.       Of course, you can put pressure on this, but they can guess who is the cause of everything here, and what prevents them from gathering again against such a smart me? Therefore, to begin with, it would be necessary to quarrel with them, and then calmly sort it out. And I have one idea in mind… “Wait…” — interrupting the preparation of my revenge plan, Izumi called out to me. “They’ll kill me when they find out, and they’ll definitely find out about everything!” — “well, he certainly exaggerates this, but you can use it!” “So what? What do I care about you?” “Y—you’re going to deal with them somehow anyway, so make sure they don’t touch me!” “And what will I get out of it? You don’t seem to have anything interesting for me.” “I can pay!” “It seems to me that my clan will be richer than an ordinary student of the academy,” — I didn’t even have to squeeze out a grin, she herself appeared with pleasure. “T-then I will help in your affairs!” “Do you want to be one of the six of these bastards to become mine? Yeah, you don’t have much ambition.…” “B-but…” “Okay, I agree,” — or else he will change his mind, — “you will be my slave for the duration of your studies at the academy.” “A slave? Isn’t it too much…” “Oh? Do you have such a big choice? Consider that you are already an outcast, because no one likes traitors and no one cares about your reason, and what they do with outcasts who have no support, you could see by my example.” “I-I’m sorry, I… agree.”