So I think you'll agree, it is difficult to accept the sixteen-year-old little girl as the mother. I still didn't get used. Though four days of everything passed as I got acquainted directly with her. Earlier she was just perceived by a certain abstract figure, and now at each view of her the brain just boils! The reflexes of my present carcass developed in three years came to a dissonance with the reason which is recently poured in it.
— Yes, mother. I'm fine — my voice still shakes, but on a face the grateful smile blossomed: whatever you may say, but the care my new mother deserves good attitude. And I will use the best efforts that she was never disappointed in the child.
— Aya-san will come in a couple of hours, try to have a sleep, well? — correcting a blanket, mom told. — Forgive that I can't sit with you today.
I nearly frowned in reply. How many it is possible! Already for the tenth time you apologize! It is necessary to resort to low blows.
— Ma! — I made a helpless gesture and I stretched to the girl.
— Yes — having blurred in a happy smile, the mother embraced me, having buried in my hair.
— I'm fine, ma! I understand that you need to work. And you all the same will return — I quietly cooed her on an ear then I gave smacking kiss in a cheek.
— There, now you're gonna feel much better — I hear a low whisper in reply.
The girl, without breaking off embraces, frays to me hair and kisses on the answer, having pecked bluntly lips. Only long ten seconds later she was discharged and turned away, hiding suspiciously shining eyes.
"Well, you still begin to sniff" I kindly grinned in soul.
— Bye-bye, Chi-chan. See you later — mom waved and I rose from a bed.
— See you later, ma! — I peeped from under a blanket with which I covered the person burning with shame, some eyes it is visible.
And I continued to sparkle yellow eyes, the entrance door didn't slap yet, notifying that this early the matured teenager who is my biological parent went to a shift to hospital. Just now I, at last, dared to relax, and was tired to lean back on a bed, having pressed in a pillow.
As it is difficult! As it is a shame to play the child! Just in soul everything turns over from disgust for itself — this girl of such child as I didn't deserve! In general, to her to bring the charming daughter in about five years, but not reincarnation of the mad old man from other world. The world is unfair. And the world of a shinoba — especially.
Later a reflection couple of minutes, I nevertheless found forces and sat down on a bed. From such efforts slightly stirred up, but couple of leisure hours needs to use urgently. Mom at me too good, careful therefore I have yet no time to stay alone with itself. And if earlier I didn't need it, then now, at the beginning of the fourth year of the life, everything sharply exchanged. Four days ago, on the twenty seventh of October, I was three years old. Four days ago I decided that nervous system developed enough for adoption of my mind. Four days ago nearly my second life came to the end.
Well, anything, already all behind. The body doesn't try to kick the bucket from the fallen-down loading any more. But, pancake as I am glad that my mother — the ingenious medical-nin! Actually I don't know as far as she is a capable physician, but I saved me, so something yes is able. And time she manages one to raise three years of the child and to be well off, earns by the work not bad.
Having heavy exhaled, I carefully tried to get up. It turned out not at once, but standing the carcass managed to be held. Of course, knees shivered and were turned in, but I achieved the! I reached the colored pencils and sheets of rough thick paper scattered on a tatami. Having failed on an elastic floor, I collapsed on it, having angrily blinked the eyes because of the sunshine running on the person which slipped through curtains and leaves of the tree growing outside the window.
To pass couple of meters — a small feat, but I recovered after it long two minutes. Very weak body. At last having recovered the breath, the shivering hand I stretched to pencils and paper.
— So, what we have? — I tried to reproduce business tone.
And we have that I regenerated! Ha! Take a bite all those morons who didn't trust me! Yes, I understand nothing in the field of physics, but it is necessary to me? No, it isn't necessary! And the fact that I live in a new body now only confirms that having spudded in a jungle of the equations and formulas, it is possible to pass elementary things. Philosophy — mother of sciences! Therefore I here, and they there.
And we have that I regenerated! Ha! Take a bite all those morons who didn't trust me! Yes, I understand nothing in the field of physics, but it is necessary to me? No, it isn't necessary! And the fact that I live in a new body now only confirms that having spudded in a jungle of the equations and formulas, it is possible to pass elementary things. Philosophy — mother of sciences! Therefore I here, and they there.
Another thing is that there were I in not best of the worlds. Amusing the fact that I, almost consciously, chose it. No, of course, it was desirable for me to get to the place where my knowledge in biology will be demanded. Therefore I also sent the spirit in search of the world suitable in this parameter. But Naruto's Universe? Seriously?! No, I have nothing against this world, even I know that I here to what — after all was the old man somewhat eccentric and tried to support spirit youth, despite of an infirmity of the withering body. So fluently I checked the manga, an anime too. I am not surprised even that this world in general exists. Nevertheless if the monkey with the typewriter has chance, other than zero, to write a masterpiece, then in infinite number of the Universes precisely there will be all worlds what writers at me in the homeland could only imagine.
But after all … I can't just understand how I could throw myself here?! I needed the vacation spot, for occupation the favourite business. So what the hell Naruto?! The world which is torn apart by wars since the beginning of times having the increased concentration of the idiots dreaming of the end of these wars! Really I bought that this Universe is also monastery turned on shinoba eugenics, with their selection and genetic experiments? Nasty, I didn't expect such meanness from the subconsciousness.
— So-so-so … Bluish-black hair, a muzzle pale, shadows under eyes violet, eyes yellow, pupils vertical — nothing exchanged. Chi-chan, means? — skeptically looking in a mirror, I got with the handle into pajama trousers. — Orochi-chan, and why you at all not to "maru"? — the palm is expected I didn't grope anything between legs.
Offensively. As it is offensive, to get into a body of the three-year-old weakling! And why to Orochimar here not the man? No, he and in the manga is very suspicious by sight, but a name at him men's! Japanese the girl by the name about "maru" on the end won't call. Likely. Though here not Japan.
— Means, the first! — having turned over on a stomach, I resolutely began to write: — Paragraph number one to change sex!
Found the fool, to live the little girl with opportunities Orochs! This his technician Soft Physique Modification — just a dream of any man and, likely, his partner! Well, and that, we are people adult, we understand everything that long tongue — it not for chatter, and is suitable for other affairs better. And it is very convenient to change the sizes of other bodies would be. At Orochimaru, by the way, of the technician Modification is something like the improved genome as I understood. More precisely, kekkei genkai is its what will be called then "Power of the White Snake". Well, here is how still to explain my colubrine body? I am a three-year-old child who with the carcass yet anything didn't manage to create, and any more eyes snake, I have thermosight, skin, as at an albino, pale. Also this permanent make-up around eyes, as at a sennin.
However, at mom I don't observe any snake signs. Perhaps from the father got? And he is absent. In general, for all second life I didn't observe any man near it. Oh, the fifth point I feel that mom in thirteen not decided to get the child. And her dislike for guys too not from scratch. Damn! This little girl really didn't deserve what happened to her. World of a shinoba, your mother!
But I distracted.
— Paragraph second to deal with the body — in general the first and second points have to be located, logically, on the contrary — at first a body, then a floor, but my male identity doesn't suffer half measures. Return of men's genital body to his lawful place — here a priority!
— Considering the technologies described in sources familiar to me on this world — it I is so veiled called the manga and an anime. — The possibility of the modification conceived by me is available. But for acceleration of process it is necessary to include Paragraph three, to study to medical ninjutsu. Mom to me in the help.
I it is thoughtful bit a pencil, considering the uneven scribble removed by a palm, unusual to fine motor skills. Some thought which came to mind haunted …
— Dammit! — having nervously swallowed a lump in a throat, I quickly scribble according to paper point behind number zero: — Not to allow mom to die! Gr!
If in the rock only one Hashirama is cut now, means all wars ahead. Parents to Orochimaru, judging by a canon, died during World War I. To remain in private with this world at so tender age to me a reluctance. And with suspicious primate Kage in teachers especially. Why suspicious? I don't like monkeys, I worked with them in laboratory and I can tell one — smart-ass they are creatures! Here and with Hiruzen too something not that. How did this old man chipper live about the years? When such pillars as Senju's brothers, fell almost one after another. And Tobirama in close proximity to Danzo and Hiruzen. Suspiciously. And still I am confused by the fact that the Third somehow found out all the techniques of Konoha. It isn't believed me that clans voluntarily shared the technicians. It clans! Well further there too many questions are available, for example, about a story with Naruto, about Danzo's connivance and so on.
But I distracted again.
— Not to allow to die to mom — I thoughtfully repeated. — Um. Again same question. And how canon?
Yes, so far I hung a helpless lump of consciousness near the new carcass, I had a lot of free time. Even three years and nine months. And I thought and what to do to me with a canon if I got to the Universe familiar to me? I didn't even doubt that the world will be familiar to me, though couldn't check, didn't merge with a body yet.
On the one hand, Butterfly Effect isn't characteristic of the worlds. The Universe is a system very stable and always aspires to a certain order. And from trifles history won't change. Even if we will take this world in an example, I quietly there now will sew Uchiha Obito and what? Yes anything! Madara it is alive will remain. Both Zetsu, and Kaguya, and Ootsutsuki clan, so and will cut Uchika's clan, and Ten-Tails will be brought together. But I won't know how it will occur. There is such two-edged sword.
And hands itch! A lot of things aren't pleasant to me in that canon. Uzushio's extermination, for example. Death of parents of Naruto. Danzo's life. And if I begin to change history familiar to me, what waits for the world ahead? Perhaps there are even more problems. Also there is a wish, and it is pricked.
Though I will already notably be trampled on a canon by the fact of the emergence. I was installed in Orochi, and this character plays not the last role in the future the whole world. And, considering that I in him since the birth, can do many all sorts of things. If I survive.
Only there is one problem. I want much, but yet I can make nothing. For how many there Orochimaru was born before World War I? Four years? Or five years? Hashirama died almost right at the beginning. I will manage to make nothing, forgive, the First. Though to me all the same, just with this crank to me it would be more convenient to live. And what with Tobirama? He, apparently, perishes by the end of the first war. Because I remember how happy Hiruzen showed then to three future sannin's the rock with the ugly face already in peace time. And war will end when to me is around twelve. Great. Honor average age of a shinoba.
— It is necessary to begin trainings — furiously chewing a pencil, I told myself. — Only own force will give influence. Money. For work money is necessary, and work with genomes different shinob requires also cover. And it would be interesting to experiment from a kekkei genkai. Yes, it is interesting … but at first trainings.
My throwings were interrupted by a sound of the opening door. Aya-san dignity returned before the promised two hours of freedom.
— Excess efforts! — the evil was hissed by me, masking the fuss with pencils under drawing. — I only wanted to pursue science!
