It was the most ordinary and sunny morning in Tokyo. Some people with monotonous expressions walked to their favorite work, others walked to school with joy or misfortune, and still others burned their lives in bed without thinking about anything. And in an ordinary, unremarkable house, located on the outskirts of the poorest district of the city, through a small window one could see an obvious representative of the third group. Surrendering to the mercy of the damned alarm clock and damn sunbeams, the yellow-haired boy crawled out from under the blanket, not forgetting to yawn with relish. After wiping his sleepy eyes from the dirt, he turned his blue eyes to the clock, in order to understand that he was again late for school.
- Well, now there is no need to rush. As usual, I will come to the second pair to get a new stream of lectures from the headman and again, crossing my fingers, promise to come in time next time, - the guy muttered to himself, getting out of bed and pulling stiff muscles. – Damn, my back still hurts from those damn boxes, and today there's even more work expected today.
Tiredly opening the door, he looked at a familiar and very deplorable picture for him: in a room completely filled with all kinds of junk, on a bed under a blanket, his adoptive mother was lying with an unknown man, whom she changed every day like gloves to earn extra money for additional bottle of strong drink.
- Damn whore, - carefully walking past the empty bottles, spread all over the floor, like flowers on a field, the blond went to the bathroom. - Because of her stormy nights, I'm already tired of the part-time job, I don't get enough sleep at all and I always sleep in class.
Having completely finished washing and brushing his teeth, every day for every person, he grabbed a few slices of bread from a bowl and returned to his monastery. Along with breakfast, he began slowly dressing in his school uniform, which had been thoroughly washed over the weekend. Still, walking in the same clothes for a whole week didn't look very nice, especially when you smelled like a pig.
- So, well, it seems like everything, - taking a quick look at the contents of the briefcase and noticing a new shape for kendo, the blue-eyed one zipped it up and hung it over his shoulder. - I don't even know why I decided to learn how to swing a sword. Perhaps I've seen too many films about samurai dressed in high-tech armor and wielding a high-frequency blade that cuts through any surface. Or maybe I just want to shorten a few bastards who always ruin my life.
With such thoughts, seventeen-year-old Naruto Namikaze left this unpleasant abode and headed to school.
Konoha Academy is a complex of several buildings located outside a fenced-in area. The main building, which has four floors, houses most of the classrooms, the teachers' room and the school administration rooms. In its upper part there is an observatory with a large telescope. In addition to the main building, there are several smaller buildings and a gym. The interior of the school is no different from ordinary educational institutions, and there are also several thousand students of this school. On the street there is something like a park and a parking lot on which the cars of the employees of the school are parked, as well as the school bus.
Unnoticed by the teachers and the headman, walking down the corridor during recess, the yellow-haired man entered the classroom and sat down in his place with a calm soul. Placing the backpack on the floor, he carefully looked at the sleeping boy with black hair, sitting next to him. A good blow to the back of the head, kindly provided by the blond, instantly woke the unfortunate man from a sweet dream.
- Fuck, Naruto, what the fuck are you doing? Can't you see that I'm dreaming? - looking at the friend's smirk, the victim growled and pushed him on the shoulder, but after a moment, she continued the conversation in a calmer tone, - And the hell with you, where did you disappear on the first pair this time? Karin said that someday she will skin you off for passes.
- T-c, and the one who has more absenteeism than me tells me about this, - the blue-eyed man answered him listlessly.
- Fuck you, at least lately I try to come on time, - the teenager proudly puffed out his chest.
- Oh, Obito-kun, just don't tell me you're sick. Or maybe your sweet Rin-chan asked you to maintain discipline and order? - With a grin, said the blonde, sarcastically patting the guy on the back. - I told you early to get a girlfriend, you sit under the heel. But no, we have been in love with each other since kindergarten and everything is serious with us.
- Don't talk nonsense, she didn't make me become a nerd, I just decided to improve my academic performance a little and that's all, - Ueno spoke irritably, pointing at himself. – And at least I have a girlfriend and you don't.
- Ha, I really need all this hemorrhoids, because you know that I already have enough of my own problems, - the yellow-haired man muttered, remembering his hard life and frowning.
Noticing the change in his friend's mood, the brunette instantly changed the topic of conversation:
- By the way, how is the kendo uniform that my mom gave you last week? It took her so long to choose a present for you after you helped her at the shelter. But when you accidentally mentioned your grief, she had no room for doubt.
- Who knew that this damn bitch Turami takes his duties as president of the club so seriously, - grumbled Namikaze, making a displeased face. – She didn't even let me out of the door, because on her mug it was necessary to have clothes that were strictly specific for this sport. A rich chicken that probably got this leadership position thanks to her powerful family and now comes up with her own rules.
- Don't tell me, she has already won first place in the international kendo championship several times.
- This is all window dressing, they will enter the ring, spar a little for the sake of appearance, and then the one with a wider pocket wins, - the blonde expressed his point of view, waving his hand at all these achievements. - A proven tactic, because we have seen similar and worthless victories on your phone more than once.
- With such a pessimistic attitude, why did you even go to this club? Remind you of how you lost the championship to Kiba because of a few free kicks you didn't take? – tried to reach out to his brunette friend. – As a result, you were disqualified, and then had a show fight with the judge, after which you were completely thrown out of the MMA club forever. It would be better for you to follow my path: lead a passive lifestyle, find a girl, lie on the bed more often and enjoy life ... So you will not only preserve your physical health, but everything will be in order with the nerve cells.
- If you already started offering me your motto for life, it can only mean one thing. Do you think that such chaos can happen to me and on this mug?
- That's right, you read my mind, comrade. You will train hard, get to the finals and blow the ball to the arena champion. And then you will tell me stories of your great and dishonest defeat. – Words of truth continued to pour out of Ueno's mouth. - Friend, this is a vicious circle that you persist in refuting because of your immense pride.
- Ha, is this a challenge? I accept it, - Naruto spoke confidently, slapping his desk. "Today, I will challenge this international winner to a duel and thrust my stick up to the tonsils of this damn Tarimun. I will prove to you that she waves her sword no better than I meet girls. And as you know, my pickup truck is incredibly terrible. You can remember for a very long time about my attempts to flirt with Karin, which ended with her piercing my head with a book on chemistry.
- That time, you could at least pronounce her last name correctly and address her more politely, and maybe then she did not use heavy artillery, - Obito said skeptically looking at his neighbor. - I wouldn't be surprised if Terumi-san pokes you because of your extraordinary tongue. If I were you, I would have forgotten this idea and saved myself from unnecessary injuries.
- We'll see who's messing with whom. I will fight for my place in the sun, and destroy anyone who prevents me from living.
- Eh, in any case, I did everything I could to dissuade you, but in the end you decide for yourself what to do, - the bell rang for the lesson and the teacher appeared in the class. - Okay, we'll talk more later, it's time to start studying.
The lessons were very slow and monotonous, so the blond didn't even notice how the math book had become a comfortable pillow for sleeping. He woke up only from a sudden push on the shoulder, so unstucking his eyes, he glanced sleepily at Takashi, behind whom was also a gray-haired boy, who was clearly also expecting his awakening.
- His name is Kakashi, good comrade Obito, - with a yawn, the blue-eyed man got up from the table and followed both of them into the dining room. - We practically do not communicate with him, but he is very smart and you can always rely on him during control tests.
Slowly but surely, the group nevertheless reached the public catering, which was completely crammed with schoolchildren, and hastily took the queue. Hatake, having left the boys due to the presence of a home bento, immediately went to the table.
- Damn, Naruto, if you hadn't snoozed for lunch, we wouldn't be standing here in the back rows, - the black-haired man nervously grumbled, actively gesturing with his hands. - Eh, if only I had not forgotten my mother's lunch, which she rarely does because of work, I wouldn't be hungry here.
Ignoring his annoying chatter, Namikaze stood silently and waited for the end of this long line. And now twenty minutes later, having bought themselves a loaf of juice, they sat down next to Kakashi, who was already finishing his meal. While the two comrades talked to each other about all sorts of nonsense, the blue-eyed one decided to watch a very interesting performance. One of his classmates, a full-bodied boy who usually sits alone on a remote desk, was pestered by some of the most famous teenagers in the school. Due to very influential parents, no one even tried to approach them, not only to help the unfortunate person in trouble. Therefore, they did not even pay attention to them, since for everyone it was in the order of things. The eldest of them, Uchiha Sasuke, is the most charming and black-haired Casanova, who is the local sex symbol for most of the girls at school, and could only cause an orgasm from especially devoted fans with just one glance. If they call this clown some bad word, then you will instantly be called a blasphemer and torn apart with your bare hands for a sacrifice to God. The average Kiba Inuzuka is an inveterate villain and a swindler, without whom not a single mess occurs in an educational institution. Having painted some red symbols on his face in order to stand out from the crowd, he foretold himself the king of peace and stupidity. And the youngest of these two changed every month by natural selection, namely after receiving a medal for the best ass licking. The winner receives their protection from any misfortunes, and in return is engaged in any dirty work, the meaning of which was to amuse their owners until they get tired of him himself.
- Eh, looks like Chouji is back in the spotlight of these idiots. Because of his physique, he stands out a lot and is an excellent target for bullying. Under other circumstances, I might have helped him, "the yellow-haired man continued to stare at this picture monotonously, drinking juice through a straw. - But this makes absolutely no sense, because we already have a hero of the weak and disadvantaged.
Not even a minute had passed, after the start of this pitiful circus, when suddenly, out of nowhere, a black-haired and not very pumped-up boy flew out. Pushing the offender aside, with a strange smile on his face, he asked them to finish this booth. Okada Sai, or as he is called by schoolchildren suffering from unjust violence, is a defender of justice. He has in his arsenal another rich family and a place on the student council, however, unlike the mentally retarded couple, he behaves like a true gentleman, giving a hand of salvation to any person drowning in trouble. Due to the great influence of the family, the notorious are not even opposed to him. majors like Uchiha da Inuzuki. After all, even they do not need unnecessary problems.
- Therefore, when they see a member of the commission, they will pretend to be hoses and shove everything onto the younger bully. Okada, without losing his stupid smile, will carefully look at the two innocent lambs, scold them a little and let them go, and send the third criminal straight to the director, - after finishing the meal and stomping out with the guys, Naruto looked at Sasuke leaving with impunity once again and Kiba. - As a result, Sai will receive the gratitude of the victim and go to save another soul, and the real culprits will quietly leave. How annoying this fucking circus is!
The remaining two lessons ended much faster than the previous ones, and therefore, as soon as the last bell rang, everyone went about their business. Obito went on a date with Rin, Kakashi went to the karate club, and Naruto went to the locker room near the school's kendo gym. Having quickly changed into a new black uniform, he, like all those present in the hall, sat down in anticipation of the arrival of the others, glancing briefly at the red-haired girl in charge of the circle. Her seductive appearance, intelligence, strength and other wonderful virtues, which Namikaze absolutely did not care about, attracted a huge number of vultures. Including Kiba, who, by a very fortunate coincidence, left MMA and decided to go in for kendo, of course, because of his sports interest. Ignoring the monotonous and boring speech of the leader, he, along with other students, grabbed a wooden sword from the rack and stood in a fighting stance. The whole training consisted of choosing a comfortable position, the correct practice of strikes and sparring. Everything went quite smoothly, except for Inuzuki's unsatisfactory behavior, which distracted some students from the practical process with his immoral jokes. This did not go unnoticed for the president of the club, and therefore, when her patience ran out, she turned to the culprit with a serious expression on her face:
- Inuzuka-san throughout the session, you repeatedly distracted students from their work. If you have enough time for all sorts of nonsense, it means that you are very good at using the sword. Could you show us your skills, maybe teach me something.
Leaving the crowd with a wide grin, the guy began to twist all sorts of feints, at which the whole group soon began to laugh. However, the teenager, whose pride did not allow him to be ridiculed, shouted to the whole audience:
- Well shut up. I may not be very good at using a sword, but in sparring I will beat her.
- It's very good if you win - I will fulfill your every wish, but if I - you leave this circle once and for all, - laying out a protective helmet and armor in front of the guy, Mei said.
- Ha-ha I love to play with girls for high stakes, because I always win, - Kiba growled arrogantly, throwing his defense aside. - I'm ready!
With high speed, he pounced on the girl, intending to hit her on the head and take her warm. However, at that moment, when he almost reached the victim, she quickly jumped to the side and charged him on the head so that he instantly passed out and fell to the floor.
- Did at least someone teach this asshole a lesson, - the yellow-haired man chuckled inwardly, and watching as two students carried him to the locker room at Sensei's request. - She strongly restrained herself so as not to break his head. Judging by her nasty second smirk, which most of the students may have missed, she's still a sadist. Perhaps she always drives away annoying clowns from herself like this.
- So, since due to some unpleasant circumstances there is absolutely nothing left until the end of the work of the circle, then someone else wants to show their skills or we will peacefully disperse? - The president addressed the group with interest.
- Ha, this is my chance to defeat this rich sadist and prove to Obito what I am worth, - raising his hand up with a smirk, he went to the master, getting everyone's attention on the hike.
- Namikaze-san, I guess? - Received a nod from the guy fastening the armor, she continued: - Will it be an argument or just sparring?
- No fucking controversy, I just ... culturally speaking? - Checking the outfit, the blond thought. - I just want to kick your ass Mistress winner of international kendo events. Everything is pretty common and not complicated.
- Excuse me, for what merits did you dislike me so much? - asked the girl embarrassedly, without changing her tone.
- You do not need to delve into my behavior, just show what you are standing, - placing the helmet on his head, he directed the wooden sword at the opponent. – You don't have to hold back Terumin, I'm definitely not going to play games.
With a thoughtful chuckle, Mei fully equipped herself and, like the blue-eyed, slowly began to move across the floor. Everyone on the go tried to come up with some tempting move, waiting for the first blow.
- I still do not know all the rules for this sport, so I will just improvise, - the guy thought calmly, sighing, simultaneously watching the precise graceful movement of the opponent.
Suddenly, one of the students sneezed at the entire gym, which was the signal for an attack from the girl's side with calls in her eyes. A swift vertical blow, which did not reach the target, was instantly replaced by a horizontal one and instantly directed at the boy. Barely rebounding, the blond moved to the side and with a fury backhand hit the victim, which successfully blocked him and quickly counterattacked with many powerful and accurate blows. Thanks to his reaction, the yellow-haired man guessed the moment and made a somersault to the side in order to change position and swiftly slid his sword into the girl's head. However, she with a sadistic grin on her lips quickly dodged at the moment of the blow, dropping down, and struck a powerful blow to the opponent's chest. Despite the armor, the boy felt severe pain, but still decided to continue the fight to the end. Firmly clenching his teeth, he moved forward with a sword at the ready, but the enemy only took advantage of this, beat off the piece of wood to the side and delivered a merciless blow to the head. Helicopters flew in my head and sparks lit up in front of my eyes. Falling on his back due to dizziness, the blond, convulsively breathing air through the helmet, could only watch as she, taking off her headdress, looked at him with a wide and insane grin on her lips. She looked at him like a worm, which she easily trampled under her foot, completely destroying it.
- Damn sadistic bitch! - just thought the teenager, before finally passing out.
In some completely unknown place, a blond boy, fully strapped on arms and legs, sat on a chair. In an almost unconscious state, he endured incredible pain from unknown drugs that some scientists injected him with.
- Is he still ready to continue? - said someone standing not far from the boy, whose eyes darkened due to the enormous load on the body.
- Subject has been under the influence of the drug for several hours," the second person stated worriedly. - He has a critical condition, the introduction of such a mixture can lead to death.
- We have no time for useless test subjects. If he cannot continue, then replace him with another patient.
- Thanks to his genes, the boy has advanced much better than the rest. So I think we need to be more careful.
- I don't give a damn about this rag! If necessary, they will bring you more children! The man barked irritably. - I only care about the result, which I have not seen for several months. Keep experimenting and remember: if by the end of the year you will not reach the top, I will find new specialists. Is my hint clear?
- Yes sir!
Hearing the approach of one of the scientists, the blond reflexively kicked and struggled, but because of the strong shackles, nothing worked.
- Please, please! No more! - the baby cried with tears in his eyes, feeling how syringes were inserted into the skin. - It hurts too much! Help!
Opening his eyes wide and rising sharply, the yellow-haired man began to breathe convulsively. This nightmare hadn't bothered him for a long time. Calmly catching his breath and wiping the sweat from his forehead, he began to examine his surroundings. Nothing has changed since his fight with the president, everything was also around the gym, but there was no one here, except for the only person with whom the yellow did not really want to be alone.
- Are you all right? You got up so abruptly and breathed heavily, - a gentle female voice sounded not far from the victim.
- Yes, everything is fine with me, only my head aches, - when he saw a red-haired woman sitting on his knees, the boy said.
- Sorry for taking you so seriously and not losing her grip. - She suddenly fell to the floor in a low bow. - I wanted to send you to the nurse, but her shift ended long ago, so having somehow patched you up, I began to wait for you to wake up.
- Uh-uh-hey, - great surprise overtook the mind of the blond, who did not expect such unexpected behavior from the actually most famous girl in school, but he did not show it and turned on his usual conversational mode: - Garbage, raise your head and don't make yourself into mother Teresa. I myself ran into a duel with the arena champion himself, so it's not surprising that I got nuts. But as they say, an attempt is not torture. By the way, what time is it?
- About ten o'clock in the evening," Mei said, raising her head and looking at the teenager.
- Damn it, I still need to run to work, - quickening his pace, shouted the boy.
- Wait, - turning irritably, he looked at the girl already on foot. - I understand if you want to leave my busy ...
- Oh, come on without this nonsense, I'm not going to leave the circle just because a girl defeated me. I will continue to study with you until I kick your ass and become a world champion, - the blond spoke rudely, leaving the hall. "So see you again, Tarkhumi-san.
Leaving the school door and going through the gate, the yellow-haired man went to work. A few days ago, quite by accident, while looking for another part-time job, the guy stumbled upon an ordinary guy who calls himself Yutaka and offers to earn some money on loading cargo.
- This work is not only hard, but also very risky, as it will take place in an abandoned part of Tokyo, chock-full of all sorts of rags. As you probably understand, you can get good money from them, because the law for such people is not written, - the smuggler said seriously with a smile on his lips. - Well, so how? If you refuse, then forget about our conversation forever, otherwise big troubles will await. Agree, and I guarantee you a thousand yen a day's pay.
And Namikaze, of course, agreed. He didn't care much about where he was sending the goods or who it was selling to. He did not ask unnecessary questions and did what was required of him. In other less extreme jobs, he was not held for very long, or even not taken at all due to a lack of education and experience. And he desperately needed money, and he didn't care how clean or dirty it would be, because first of all he thought about his life. Konohomaru, a simple kid with short brown hair and always cheerful blue eyes, also worked with him. After a hard night and the payment received, his smile just skyrocketed. However, like the yellow-haired man, he had his own reasons for taking such a risk.
- Naruto, right? - Received a silent nod from the blue-eyed, while returning home, he continued: - Do you have any reason to work in such a dangerous place?
- I don't want to talk about it.
- I understand, and I won't demand," he said with a bitter smile. - My only living person from the family is my grandfather. And now two years ago he was given the last stage of lung cancer. In the hospital, they just threw up their hands at this problem, prescribed drugs and sent them to some expensive clinic, which, of course, does not perform operations for nothing. So I'm trying to somehow earn some money for his recovery.
- I can assume that he is not very happy with your decision.
- Right, I had to drop out of high school to start looking after him. He always insists that I should leave his old soul alone and take care of myself as long as possible. You see, after the death of my parents, I cannot watch him die.
- T-c, fool, you'd better take his advice and arrange your life, otherwise you will finish very quickly.
- But this also applies to you, doesn't it?
- Perhaps, but I'm not doing this for the sake of others, but only for myself, - Namikaze spoke up, irritably listening to the teenager's chatter. - Better think about yourself and don't bother me with these stupid questions.
- How selfish ... and rude.
- I'll tell you the truth: all people are hypocrites and egoists, and only because of this they survive in this shitty world. And idiots who believe in peace, kindness or mutual assistance are usually used, and then, when the need for them disappears, they give the fuck out, - quickly changing the trajectory of movement, Naruto finally said. - Now goodbye. My house is on the other side, so see you soon.
Having reached the house, the boy did not find his adoptive mother in the apartment, and therefore, having thoroughly washed himself, went to the side.
It's been two weeks since the school year began. Namikaze's lifestyle also consisted of annoyingly early climbs, training in kendo and looking for another part-time job. After a heroic failure at the hands of the president, he began to diligently comprehend this sport. However, to his regret, she no longer participated in the sparring, but only, as Sensei should do, supervised the training. Kiba after the idiotic loss no longer appeared in training, but soon Sasuke showed up in his place. However, instead of striking in a straight line, this cunning bastard diligently studied, not attracting attention to himself and at strictly certain moments innocently approached Terumi and began to innocently flirt with her. His fans, who were not too many in the circle, usually looked attentively and enviously at their talks, but the president was unswerving and always rebuffed him to their relief. However, Sasuke will not give up so quickly, because if he pounds something like that in his head, he will not stop. Ueno has often gone on dates with Rin lately, and Kakashi is Obito's friend, there's nothing more to say.
Gently and cautiously passing by the schoolchildren hanging out during recess, he entered the classroom and sat down in his place. Obito bombarded Rin with his jokes and stories as usual.
- And what you can chat about every day with a girl beyond my understanding. There would be no way to turn on some movie on your mobile about a cool high-tech samurai and watch it with a friend, - glancing at Kakashi, who was staring at them suspiciously, he continued: - As usual, he quietly sits on the sidelines and pretends to be a friend for Nohara. Although everyone except her and Ueno can see how this king of the friend zone is suffering.
Due to a strong mental strain, the blue-eyed man decided to take a good nap on his desk. However, a history textbook that appeared out of nowhere interrupted him at the most interesting place. Only one person could do this, since only he had such a relationship with her.
- The damn four-eyed bitch again almost broke my skull with her duties, - watching the red-haired displeased person approach him, he threw a smile on his face and turned to her: - Oh, Karin, how are you?
- Oh, I'll tell you how my business is going! - Grabbing the guy by the scruff, she led him out of the class. - Well, why can't you understand one simple truth: come on time and stop sleeping during lessons!
None of her classmates even blinked at the headman's roar, as it was the most common thing for her. The blond did not even begin to resist, but only allowed her to lead him straight to the director.
- I have nothing against you. You get above average grades on tests, but your behavior goes overboard, - she said in a calmer tone. - I would not have paid any attention to you, but the teachers began to complain too often. And all this confusion is detrimental to my reputation, because I really want to become a member of the student council.
- If you only heard my opinion in relation to your desires, you would understand what a deep vocabulary I have, - ignoring Yasuda's annoying chatter deafening, the blue-eyed stood in front of the director's door.
- The director already knows about your truancy, so be a good boy and don't play the fool, - the red-haired woman said before leaving the boy. - And now I have other things to do.
- She is a member of the famous and wealthy Yasuda family, she is quite smart and beautiful, - the blonde thought with contempt as she left. - However, for all her pluses, you can put a solid long cross, since she is a smug bitch.
Grabbing the doorknob, he opened the door and found himself inside an ornate study. Apparently not in vain all the money raised by the students for repairs went away. However, most of all he was surprised by the sudden reaction of the bearded director in a second grabbing a white lace bra from the table and throwing an object under the table, which caused a weak female "oh" to be heard in the room. The old man's pants were on the floor, his shirt was a little tattered, and not far from this junk was a student's portfolio. You don't need to be a sage to understand what's what. However, the educational process is a serious thing and necessary for the further development of young people. Naruto was a well-mannered young man and understood this like no other. Pretending to be a hose in such an incredible situation was the best idea at the moment, in order to protect your psyche from the negative influence of education and further problems with studies.
- Hello Kayoshi-san, according to the headman, you wanted to see me? Naruto asked as convincingly as possible with a stone expression on his face.
- Hmm, - having thoroughly cleared the vocal cords from the long and exhausting procedure, the man gave himself a rude and angry tone. - Exactly. I got a whole list of complaints about you from teachers. Your wrong attitude towards learning has a detrimental effect on the educational process as a whole.
With boredom passing another fart sermon between his ears, the teenager still managed to stay awake until the end of the monologue. But before letting the ignoramus go to study, the director spoke to him in a serious tone:
- As you may know, Miss Yasuda, who is a member of a very famous family, wishes to become a member of the council this year. Therefore, be kind to behave like a respectable student, otherwise your studies will end quickly and painfully.
It was the most direct threat of expulsion or even life. It was no secret to anyone that this old man became the head of the school not for some great merits, it was just that someone very influential put him in this place. And while the old man excellently licks the ass of all powerful gentlemen, he will hang on here until he dies of a heart attack.
- In any case, if you give in to the influence, like that girl under the table, then a future full of high possibilities awaits you. And if they are against, they will eat and not choke. "After leaving the director's office, the blond heard the click of the lock on the door. - At least this idiot learns from his mistakes.
At this time in the school cafeteria, as usual, there were a lot of people. Everyone tried to quickly buy food for themselves, to stand in line in advance, that is, they behaved like pigs in a pen in an attempt to snatch more. No wonder. While the pogrom was taking place in the buffet, the three teenagers were already eating away their meals, bought a few minutes before the end.
- Ha-ha-ha, are you serious? I wish I was by your side at that moment. - Obito couldn't stop laughing because of the story told by the blonde. - The fucking bastard always reproaches me for behaving inappropriately for a student, although he is still that bastard.
- A few years ago, the head of the school was Koumura-san, it was fun to talk to him, and to fight in the karate section. But he had a falling out with someone at the top of the Ministry of Education because he wanted to raise the already small scholarships, - Kakashi put in his five kopecks, ending the bento. - As a result, they put this bastard at the head, which during these three years did not change anything, but only made it worse.
- As I said...
Suddenly, the moment the yellow-haired man got up from the table, someone bumped into him. As a result, all the dishes fell to the floor, and their contents were smeared on his clothes.
- Watch when you get up stupid baby. Because of you, I smashed all the dishes! The Uchiha growled rudely, although the next second he laughed at the entire dining room, as everyone noticed the collision. - Although such a garbage as you, this view is very suitable.
There was silence in the canteen and only the black-haired laugh was heard. Namikaze stared at him with a stony gaze, barely holding back so as not to kick the bastard's ass.
- You will pick up all this garbage yourself, because after all, this accident happened because of you, - waving his hand goodbye, Sasuke left the room, after which it was again filled with the noise of schoolchildren.
- Hey Naruto are you okay? Obito asked, concerned about his comrade's condition. - Hmmm, how ugly it turned out.
- It's all right, I'm going to change, you don't have to wait for me, - Namikaze moved from his place and left the dining room, leaving two guys with questions and dirty and broken dishes.
Having missed the fifth lesson on the roof, and completely letting go of the sixth, the yellow-haired one returned to his class through the crowd of students leaving the school. The office was supposed to be empty, but he found Rin sitting there alone with Obito's bag. Pretending not to notice her, he went to his desk and grabbed his bag from the floor.
- Naruto? Where did you disappear in class after lunch? Rin said suddenly. - Obito was worried about you.
- Yes, I walked around the school, calmed my soul, - Namikaze answered shortly, drawing attention to the girl. - Where is Obito? You have his bag, you're waiting for him here until he comes back from somewhere.
- Yes, for the past absenteeism he was sent to the director, so I sit and await his appearance.
- Oh, how sweet of you, so worried about your boyfriend.
- Envy in silence, - the chestnut girl grinned sadly. - Guy, huh? Previously, I considered him so sweet and kind, not paying any attention to his shortcomings, but now I was gradually annoyed by his laziness. I no longer know what keeps me with him. I try to behave with him like a girl, but sometimes I feel like his mother: I scold him for absenteeism, I try to drag him out into the street. I…
- In any case, these are your problems and they do not concern me.
Not paying attention to the chestnut-haired, surprised by his rudeness, the blue-eyed one left the classroom and moved to the gym, in which he studied until the evening.
Due to too deep thoughts, the guy did not even notice how all the teenagers had already left the locker room. Therefore, having quickly dressed, he hastened to leave the room to catch another part-time job. However, by chance, he met the president of the club, locking the gym door with a key. Turning on the blind man, Namikaze hastened to leave this place, but the girl suddenly called him back. Turning around, he looked at the girl approaching him.
- Turuman-san, is there anything you wanted from me? - in a calm manner, said the boy.
- I just wanted to tell you that I'm glad how quickly you learn, because not everyone has enough endurance and strength to train so hard, - the girl said with a smile, having caught up with the guy. - Perhaps in the future you will even be able to participate in competitions.
- Ah, immensely glad for my achievement and your praise, - the blond muttered monotonously. - Anything else?
- No, I just wanted to praise you for your accomplishments," May said, handing the keys to the watchman, - and thank you for not leaving my section on your first day.
- I already said that I'm not going to leave, - opening the door and going out into the street, said the yellow one. - In any case, thank you for your care and heartfelt words. Now I beg your pardon, but I need ...
- For a part-time job. I understand and dare not detain you, - the red-haired woman spoke with a smile. - Good luck, Naruto-san.
With a nod and silently raising his hand up in goodbye, he left the school grounds and walked briskly away.
Running fast, the boy finally reached his destination. An expensively furnished and well-kept house, which is currently the home of a very influential official. Having paid well to the local authorities, he built the so-called gladiatorial arena without any problems and arranged fights for decent money. And, of course, as a spectator, he collected all the cream of society in order to increase his rating and trust among them. Under the supervision of the guards, he was sent immediately to the locker room, in which there were already many people. Someone prayed to Blessed Kami, someone called on the phone and wished their children good night, and some poured their throats to become bolder.
- Each of them had different reasons and motives, but one goal was common for all - everyone needed money, - the blonde thought, considering his surroundings. - So, you need to change.
Time passed, the number of fighters became less and less, and the yellow-haired man silently waited for his exit. And when the time came, he was soon called to the field, dressed in the simplest and tattered clothes. The arena met the guy with very bright colors and a jubilant crowd. Along the way, the already dead person was taken out of the cage like garbage. The announcer shouted into the microphone the names of the next fighters for the upcoming battle. Entering the ring, covered in the blood of his previous victims, the blue-eyed gazed cautiously at the three-meter and wide-pumped champion. With a furious growl, he looked with his green eyes at the new opponent and without any further ado directed a powerful right hook towards the blonde. However, he instantly dodged and charged the liver with his fist.
- As I thought, such a colossus will not even feel this blow, - Namikaze fell into thought, dodging the opponent's left hook. - But if he hits me, it will be very unpleasant. You can use its weight and try to knock it to the ground.
A punch to the back of the knee suddenly sent the overweight man to his knee. After striking many blows to the opponent's head, the blond ended his combination with a knee kick. The enemy with a broken hare also did not remain in debt and at that moment hit him in the face, leaving a huge abrasion on the yellow-haired cheek and breaking his nose, from which blood immediately flowed. With fury, the big man tried to grab the helpless blond, but he somehow coped with the dizziness hit him on the neck with his palm, and then added a blow below the belt. Dropping the stunned giant to his knee again, he charged him in the face from the elbow, and then finished with a roundhouse kick. The enraged giant swung his right hand, but was quickly grabbed by a teenager and sent to the ground, after which he instantly hit the thug on the shoulder and broke his arm.
- Kill him! Kill him! - the cheering crowd shouted joyfully, anticipating another meat grinder.
- Please don't kill! I have a family, I… I have to save my family… my beloved from drugs, - the giant prayed helplessly, realizing his desperate situation.
- A man who tried to kill me a few seconds ago asks to keep him alive. I don't know how many people he has already killed, how many hours he stood against his rivals in this struggle for money, - the blond thought carefully, looking at the giant, deeply panting from fatigue. - But now there is no rage in his eyes, only the pain of what he had to do.
Looking back at the audience, he continued his thought:
- These greedy bastards with deep wallets only want to see blood and toughness. When some bureaucrat or deputy earns a lot of money simply for coming up with new laws for the people just to enrich himself. And ordinary people, like me, are just stupid pieces of meat for their amusement and are only trying to scrape together a little money.
- Kill him!
- Easiest to go with the flow and do what they ask. But ... I don't want to be a killer, the same animal as these very spectators. Perhaps this is my stupidity or some kind of pride, but I will not act as these bastards want!
With a blow from the elbow, he simply knocked out the opponent, he left the cage under the humiliating statements of the audience and went straight to the locker room. After the blonde left, the announcer, in order to reheat the angry crowd, summoned a new fighter to the ring, and revive the knocked out one. Twenty minutes later, Namikaze, having washed his face and hands, as well as changed his clothes, moved to the office of the organizer of the performance, intending to help out at least some money for the fight.
- Not a bad fight, Raiden, you are quite good in a fight and could have made a fortune if not for your naivety, - the owner said, throwing a small pile of money into the guy's hands. - And just because you did not kill your opponent, I give you only half of the agreed amount. Finally, before you leave here forever, I would like to show you footage of the final fight for today.
Turning on the recording on his laptop, and rewinding a few moments, he stopped at the highlight of this fight. Because of his large size, the man to whom Namikaze left his life fell on his back under the actions of a more dexterous fighter. Breaking the pitching second arm and completely immobilizing him, he smeared his head with his foot under the cheering rumble of the crowd, until, in the end, he stopped moving.
I don't know what you were counting on when you left that junk with life, - the rich man said, turning to the yellow-haired man. - Perhaps it was your pride, or maybe you just fell for his innocent chatter about family misfortunes. But in any case, it did not help him, because in the next fight he was trampled like shit. Now we have a new champion, and he will be able to earn money in more expensive battles. You could have been in his place, but you screwed up your chance. I am sick of such naive idiots, and therefore disappear from my house and never appear in front of my eyes again.
The next day, with a very shitty mood and a broken face, covered somehow with an ordinary rag, Naruto went to the infirmary before showing up at lessons. Since there was practically no medicine at home, as well as money, he sometimes had to go to the nurse and ask for help with excuses. Entering a rather white and clean room, he glanced at a dark-haired woman in a white coat, completely involved in a cell phone. Coughing loudly to get her attention, he was not surprised at how frightened she was and dropped the phone with a yelp. An incredibly sloppy and fearful brunette with insanely large eyes, which it was a sin not to look at, especially in those moments when she usually went down for a fallen thing. Angrily glancing at the culprit of the tragedy and putting the receiver in her pocket, she said with displeasure:
- How many times have I asked you to knock ... - carefully looking at the broken yellow-haired face, she suddenly stopped and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. - Well, what is your reason this time? Don't tell me you fell down the stairs. I will not believe.
- I ... sort of ... accidentally knocked on the door during my part-time job. Moreover, he stretched his arm in addition to the weight.
- Oh, how sloppy you are, you absolutely do not monitor your health! Sit on the couch, now we'll figure it out.
- Of all the schoolchildren, I probably most often come to see her. Meticulously not asking about the reasons for the injuries, she is always ready to help, for which she is deeply grateful, - accidentally staring at her hips, the student turned his head to the side. - She is also very much obsessed with fashion and therefore comes in beautiful outfits, despite the fact that they are almost always covered with a white robe.
Grabbing the first aid kit, she quickly moved towards the blonde, but due to too high heels, she caught on and collapsed to the floor.
- And, of course, this fashion sometimes, combined with inaccuracy, leads to very sad consequences, - the guy whispered without even lifting an eyebrow.
- Oh, I think I accidentally broke my nose! - Hinata declared with tears in her eyes, standing up and frantically starting to rummage in the medicine cabinet in order to stop the pouring blood.
- Hmm, now I'm not the only one who needs medical help.
After leaving Hyuuga's office, the blonde immediately moved into the classroom and what was his surprise when he saw that Obito was sitting in his place without Rin and was stuck in his mobile. Chouji was also standing not far from him, and judging by their dialogue, they were talking about some kind of game. Immediately approaching the boys, he looked with interest at the phone screen. Some kind of fight against a giant demon, around which, moreover, dogs were running.
- The space is too tight here, so you need to quickly kill all the dogs first! - said the plump teenager, after which he turned to the blue-eyed who joined the group: - Oh, hello, Naruto, you see yesterday was a very lousy day, judging by the appearance.
- I won't be surprised if Terumi-san beat him up like that, he's very tongue-tied," Ueno put in his five kopecks, not distracting from the screen.
- And I'm very glad to see you in a completely different environment, - the newcomer said, missing his friend's sarcasm. - What are you doing here?
- Recently they released one very interesting toy, so I invited Obito to play it, - answered Akimichi, adjusting his glasses. - For the twentieth time he is trying to overwhelm the local boss, and since I have become more or less skilled in this game, I decided to help him with a word.
- How can I even kill these damn mongrels when this damn demon is nagging at me! Ah, the devil killed again, all over again! - Throwing the mobile aside, the boy began to sigh in pain.
- Come on, now I'll show you a master class, - the four-eyed man grabbed the phone and competently began to destroy the evil spirits that prevented them from entering the arena. - Well, let's go!
- Hey, he's hitting, dodge soon!
- The devilish mongrel still scrambled, since you managed to put up a shield!
- Phew, the dogs are dead, get up the stairs quickly before he hits you!
- Damn, he got up too, put up your shield quicker!
- Come on faster, he's under you! Blow in the fall!
The rest of the students watched distantly as the gamers shouted at the audience. And now, after ten minutes of frantic screams and sweaty situations, the boys screamed at all about their victory, while the rest silently cursed their roar. Fortunately, the headman was not there, otherwise she would have given them a beat.
- Okay, that's enough for today, we'll play some online toy tomorrow evening, - as soon as the bell rang, Chouji announced to the bespectacled man before he moved to his seat.
- It's been a long time since I saw you like this, is it really because Rei is absent today?
- Ha, she's ill, she'll be back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I don't know for sure, - Ueno said with a grin. - Therefore, during this time, I propose to plunge into a new part of the wonderful world of a high-tech future. And, yes, before we start, I have a request for you: Mom has unearthed a whole bunch of things for the children and therefore I need help getting them to the orphanage tonight.
- Of course you can count on me. - wiping away a stingy man's tear, said Naruto. - Eh, I recognize the old Obito. How I miss the good old days.
The lunch purchase did not last too long, so the three sat in their secluded spot as usual and ate their purchases in silence, but this time there were unexpected figures.
- Oh, Namikaze, how long have I been looking for you, - grumbled the Uchiha who suddenly appeared, throwing the blond's bag on the floor and sitting next to him. - We would like to have a serious talk with you.
Kiba sat down next to Kakashi, continuing to follow the further developments like Obito.
- As you can see, we have lost our third friend, with whom we usually arrange all sorts of funny things. Yesterday he accidentally broke his head when he refused to play, and since you recently attracted my attention, I suggest you make friends with us, - the black-haired gentleman said with a slight grin. - Well, do you agree?
- I refuse.
- Hmm, sorry, but I thought we were going to become friends, - rising from his chair, Sasuke grabbed a bottle of juice and poured it onto the blue-eyed sitting calmly.
Everyone in attendance watched the performance, and due to Sai's absence today, there was no one to help the victim. Ueno's anger was restrained by the yellow-haired hand sign that everything was fine. As soon as the water procedures were over, Uchiha put the empty container in Namikaze's bag and handed it to Kiba, who in turn carried it to the trash bin. After that, he was about to leave, when suddenly someone grabbed him by the shoulder to stop him.
- You do understand that if you hit me, then you, your pathetic family and your dirty life could end, - Sasuke said, shaking Naruto's hand away from him. - Your place is where your bag is now - in the trash, you insignificant worm. You refused and now you will always be a guinea pig for us.
Taking hold of his mind and defeating his anger, the blonde silently watched the leaving Uchiha, already surrounded by female fans.
- Subject? Until he leaves with impunity and painlessly because of his status, - with his hands shaking with rage, the blue-eyed one whispered. - But this is not for long, as my calmness is not unlimited.
After lessons, as it was agreed in advance, Namikaze and Ueno went home to get their things and after half an hour, slowly but surely headed to the shelter. It was a small three-story building that used to be a church. However, the manager soon changed its place for a new church under construction not far from here, and this old building was slightly rebuilt and given by the state as a shelter for children. This is the importance of religion to the lives of abandoned children. A very old woman, the last of those clergymen, opened the door for them.
- Oh, Naruto, Obito, how glad I am to see you in good health, - she declared, letting them in. "I'll sort things out myself, but while you go to the main hall, Mizeki is already waiting for you with the children.
Proceeding further, they reached a large room in which the little one was playing with might and main. And as soon as they noticed the high school students, they practically all pounced on them. However, the threat of accidental destruction of the children by a massive pressure of two guys was suppressed by the only woman in the room, feeding a little boy from a bottle.
- As soon as I left for a second, they start to misbehave as soon as they can. Himawari hold him, - handing the baby to the dark-haired girl, Mizeki squeezed the guys into a tight embrace. - Oh, so that I do without you my hardworking and best boys.
- Mom, you can let go first, otherwise you will strangle now, - Ueno barely spoke due to lack of air.
- Fool, mother's hugs do not strangle, but heal from misfortune, - hitting her son on the head, she turned to the hitherto silent blonde: - Well, Naruto-kun, how is the uniform, is it convenient for you to practice in it? Didn't it sting or break anywhere? If something goes wrong with her, you can contact me, and then I will go deal with that merchant.
- Quieter Mizeki-san, with the form everything is in order, sitting on me like a glove, - embarrassedly combing the back of his head, Naruto spoke reddened.
- Oh, how cute you are, when you are embarrassed, you would be squeezed, - again grabbing him in an armful, the woman screeched. - And how many times have I asked you not to call me that officially, just call me mom.
- Why do all their meetings at the shelter always end like this, - Himawari said, smiling at the tender scene. - At such moments, they are very similar to family. Unlike you.
- Hmm, sometimes I feel like I'm out of place here at all.
Suddenly, the baby, who had previously been peacefully in the girl's arms and drinking milk from a bottle, began to cry.
- Oh, Boruto is in tears. Obito hold him, - Harada squealed, after which she handed the boy into the hands of the guy, running at lightning speed to another room. - We have run out of diapers, I will now bring new ones from the warehouse.
- Ma, it's good to squeeze Naruto, - Obito growled at his mother, smelling an unpleasant smell. - We have a problem! Damn it, he's done it, I'm going to die of this awful stench!
While the children were having fun with new toys, the blond man sat in the distance and watched them with a smile. Although each of them had their own unfortunate story, they were as much orphans as he was. Someday they will grow up and go beyond the orphanage, a cruel and insidious world will await them, and therefore, despite his own problems, Namikaze tried to make their childhood happy. He wanted them to find themselves a good family.
- Naruto, all this time I wanted to say: sorry, I had to intervene and ..." Obito suddenly declared, walking up to his friend and staring sullenly at the floor.
- Don't talk nonsense, we know perfectly well that the shelter is sponsored by the Uchiha's family, - interrupting his friend in mid-sentence, the yellow-haired man said. - If you attract Sasuke's attention, he will find out about Mizeki-san, the orphanage, and it will not cost him anything to stop the issuance of money just to take revenge and amuse his pride.
- But...
- I've told you a thousand times: I don't need your pity. I'll take care of my own affairs, while you have to think about your family. You are my only friend and I don't want you, Mizaki-san, to have problems. Do you understand?
- I know, but don't even think about being alone. If you need help, I will always lend a hand, - Ueno declared furiously, pushing his fist forward. - And keep in mind: if the Uchiha continues to pester you in the same spirit, then I am not responsible for myself.
Friends bumping their fists, the boys sat in armchairs in a calm atmosphere and watched the guys. Mizeki and Himawari went off to cook dinner while the old woman told the children stories.
- I don't know, maybe you have already heard, but a serious epidemic is playing in America now, - the black-haired one destroyed the silence.
- Hmm, I heard something like that. The American government seems to blame Russia for everything, as usual. Doctors are trying to find a vaccine, but somehow they are not very successful, - said the blue-eyed one understandingly, folding his hands. Residents continue to get sick, it is not clear why. It even came to deaths.
- Well, the rest of the world is more or less good. The struggle of the east and west for Antarctica and its fresh water supplies. The war is somewhere in the Middle East due to a change of government. The threat of depletion of some of the most important minerals, especially oil. Increase in prices for all goods due to the next world crisis. Also recently there was an explosion of a nuclear power plant somewhere in Europe and either terrorists attacked or a working error. Huge casualties, the area became radioactive.
- Everything is, as always, very optimistic. I would not be surprised if some kind of apocalypse occurs, which experts predict every single day. Death of the sun, the fall of a meteorite, God's punishment for our sins. Pf-f-f, but people will ruin themselves. Resource scarcity, global warming, massive weapons. And these are just a few reasons.
- Hmm, you're a fucking realist.
- Right, but my chatter won't change anything anyway, so let's just think that at least Japan will be bypassed by these problems. - Rising from his chair, Namikaze sighed wearily. – I like everyone else, wish a normal life.
- Looks like you're not staying for dinner this time. Any business?
- It seems like there is one issue to be resolved as soon as possible. Please convey my apologies to Mizeki-san and Himawari for leaving so early, because this time I won't try their cooking.
- Of course, - Ueno said after shaking hands with the blond. - Good luck and see you tomorrow.
Saying goodbye to the guys and the old woman, the yellow-haired one left the orphanage.
It was already deep night on the street, but the place to which the blond was now heading was very bright and juicy. The red light district opened up many colors and colors for him, crowds of people walked everywhere, homeless people tried to survive in the back streets, and local beauties offered paid services of pleasure. But the blond didn't come here to hang out or have fun. After recounting the reason for his appearance to the guard and receiving permission to enter, he, along with the second bruiser, entered the local bar, in which, as usual, there were a huge number of people engaged in all sorts of activities. On the dance floor, half-naked strippers tumbled on a pole, while the men with foam in their mouths enjoyed this spectacle. Some stood behind the counter and poured alcohol into their throats. Having passed this feast, the couple went up to the second floor, where a new feature film for an adult audience was already being filmed.
- Pornography is the same alcohol or drug. It is released all over the Internet and is watched practically all over the world, - Namikaze sighed in irritation from simply being in this terrible place. - Here, look at our films, masturbate and become blunt-nosed meat, drooling over the next copulation process. After all, such idiots are the easiest to manage and take money.
And much further was the office of the owner of this establishment. They did not have time to enter the next room, when suddenly a girl jumped out of there, very out of breath and tired, but with a small smile on her face, whose casting was apparently successful. This will be a short-lived achievement, since in a few days she will be found somewhere in a ditch, raped and brutally murdered. And the police, having received good bribes, will pretend that the disappearances are due to some elusive killer.
And without a guard, entering the office, a rather fat old man appeared in front of the blond. The head of a local mafia group and one of the most dangerous people in Japan. He meets each debtor personally, not out of noble motives, but only in order to severely punish the next victim in the absence of money.
- It happened to me too. After school, some thugs glorified me, took me to their boss and demanded a monthly payment due to the debts of the deceased adoptive father. He refused, and in the end he was beaten to a pulp and given the last chance at redemption. Without further ado, giving the money to the smiling yakuza, the teenager walked straight home with a brisk pace. - And now I buy freedom and safety from these bastards every month. This is the last present from my beloved father.
Walking through the night streets of Tokyo with his hands hidden from the cool breeze, the yellow-haired man simultaneously looked at the night sky.
- It could be worse, sometimes I tell myself. Some people around the world have worse problems than me. - Firmly gripping a necklace given by a real mother in the distant past, Naruto looked with confidence at the brightly burning moon. "I promised her that I would never give up, and I will always seek the light that will help me cope with this crazy world.