Favorites. Book 1: What kind of a magician am I now?!

Day 10, the month of the Monkey, the year of the Horse of the 7th cycle of the era of Hidden Villages. Somewhere in Kentani Province, the Land of Fire It hurts so much to die. Disgusting. Especially on your own birthday. Yes... a nice end to seventeen years of a lousy life. I didn't get much done.… What were my parents thinking when they sacrificed themselves for me and for Konoha? They were thinking about me, and it turned out how it turned out.… The villagers where I grew up hated me. However, the "demon boy" was well led and guided, not allowing my hatred to release the one who was sealed in me in infancy. Kyubi no Yoko is a nine—tailed fox demon. A fox, yes, but a demon?.. My friend's demonic nature remains a big question mark. We've seen demons with him, and Koo has almost nothing in common with them.… Now I understand that in many ways this hatred of the inhabitants of Konoha was feigned — restrictions, threats, prohibitions. And then there is such an organization as the "Root" of the ANBU, with a staff of mentalists. They can inspire anything, if desired. I think those who could somehow make my childhood easier were not allowed near me. And now I remember so clearly that they threw food, shoes and clothes at me. They treated me stealthily in the hospital, where I constantly ended up because of beatings and fights in an attempt to become stronger. Sometimes I returned to the tidy room or found that my things had been washed. A few adults looked at me differently, but they never approached me. And then I didn't see some of them anymore.… No wonder, as soon as I left the village or approached strangers, no one felt anything or anyone special about me. Besides, I didn't feel it myself, and I found out about my furry neighbor almost by accident. Thanks to Teacher Mizuki, he was the first to open my eyes to the injustice of the world. Not only was I an unloved orphan who was ridiculed and considered a loser by his colleagues, not allowing me to study, but I was also a jinchuuriki, and my entire chakra spent the first twelve years of my life maintaining the Demon seal that locked bijuu in me. Why is it only now, when I'm about to step into a Clean World, that I've begun to understand my best friend, Sasuke? His entire clan was destroyed. And no, it wasn't his older brother who did it. The politics of the village. If Sarutobi Hiruzen wasn't already dead, I would have killed him. Sandaime did everything to make jinchuuriki, that is, me, eat from his hands. Thoughts get confused… I probably don't have much left, and only the legendary vitality of Uzumaki gives me the last moments of my life. At least I fulfilled my promise to Sasuke.… And I know that I have real friends... were. The world I wanted to keep... It didn't work out... huh... It hurts so much... It seems like that strange summoning happened quite recently. It turns out that it's been nothing, but it feels like it was in a previous life. Before the war. Before they all died... A couple of days of completely civilian life, which I enjoyed. Another world and a rather cloudy country is England, where wizards lived. I spent them with Harry, and this bespectacled man became my friend, one might say a "brother in misfortune", also a Chosen one of his world, obliged to cope with someone there. The hero has done his job and can leave. The damn war. I wonder if he's still fucked up.. At least I had a real life with real friends, and I was even able to make friends with Koo.… “Naruto...” Ku's voice sounds like it's coming from a long way away, and everything turns green in front of my eyes. "Prepare the Last Gasp, Kurama, when they're all ready… Let them know… What does it feel like… When he dies… The last Uzumaki…”