"I suppose that it comes down to…" I took a slow breath, "…trust, for lack of a better word." I looked at the man in front of me, he had an almost inquisitive look on his passive face. Again, I wondered if this had truly been the right thing to do, but then again I needed allies, and there weren't many options. "At least in the way that I trust you to be a devious bastard, Shimura-san."
"I see, you trust me to 'screw you over' as the kids say, but what about Hiruzen-san, ah Hokage-sama if you didn't know?" His question was almost valid, he knew the answer, but he still wanted to hear me say it. "Hokage-sama, well he is the reason why I am a social outcast, why my chances of an education is non-existent. At the same time he also treats me as a grandson. Now I can think of a few reasons for this, first is the chance that it is political, to keep me away from someone. Second is that he actually expected people to buy the crap and treat me as a hero, this I don't buy, and if it really were the case he should be removed from office posthaste. Third, he is manipulating me, removing all contact with other humans, and inserting himself as the only option for validation, thus from my perspective turning him into a savior, a messiah."
"Yet you came to me, knowing that he might be doing this specifically to keep you from me?" It was wonderful having intelligent discourse after five and half years of pretending to be a child, even if my companion for the evening was megalomaniac, grave robbing, mass murdering, bastard. "And that is why I said, trust. I know your type, they are fairly common in history, so I know how you will react."
"I see, and what can you tell me of this history, is there a lesson I should learn?" I gave a small sigh. "You will fail, and you will cause Konoha to collapse."
"Is that so? How often does it happen?" He was genuinely curious, he actually wanted to know these things, if I had basis for my conclusions. I started doing a mental tally, there were a lot in just in the span of a hundred years. "Muammar Gaddafi, Saddam Hussein, Adolf Hitler, Berlusconi Mussolini, Pol Pot, Idi Amin, Slobodan Milosevic. These are just a few, do you wish for me to go on?"
"No need. These people, they were all similar to myself?" I nodded. "Yes, some more than others, but you would all have merry time together."
"So, if you already know this, and I can tell you are in no way impressed by these people, why come to me?" We were back to the trust issue again, the man obviously wanted to interrogate me, but couldn't, so he used the less used interview tactic, asking the same question repeatedly, checking for different responses, in an effort to detect lies. "I need allies, people to help me. I don't care about this world, personally I don't care if I live or die, and I don't give a shit about Konoha, any other place here, or any of the people. Still, it doesn't mean I don't want to enjoy life, while I can, and throwing around bullshit ninja magic sounds fun."
"Hmm… and what would you need me to provide?" He was interested, very much so, apparently the Hokage had tied his hands in regards to me. "I am most certain you know which button to push, to get the population to back off, they piss me off, and it won't be long before I actually start hurting them. Education, reading and writing, history, political, chakra theory, then of course all the physical, theoretical, and chakra related ninja stuff. Food is also important, this body consumes calories at a staggering rate. There will likely be more down the road, but I think graduating with my peers will be best."
"What then would you provide in return?" Yes, bargaining, not that I was good at it, but I knew the basics. "I will be a loyal ninja for Konoha, if I have no reason to leave, then I won't. Genetic material, it is also something I can provide, an option for a new clan if you think it necessary. Finally, I can provide a historical perspective, I assume that historical records isn't something just lying about. 'Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it' is a very true saying, I know of hundreds of these instances."
"I will consider it, Uzumaki-san."
"Anderson."
"An-ter-son?"
"An-der-son. My name, family name, of my last life."
"Yes, I see. Good evening to you Anderson-san."
And with that, the Yami no Shinobi was gone, the man is frightening, but he is also my best bet at a reasonable second life, so having him in my corner would help. I would need protection from the toads, from Akatsuki, and from all the idiot villagers. This was something he could provide, and if the price was fucking a few women and being a sounding board for his machinations, then it was indeed a small price to pay.