Chapter 5
The old man Teuchi really, in accordance with the canon, turned out to be the owner of a small eatery, where I ran ... by the way, a funny tautology came out. True, now it was difficult to call him an "old man"; rather, his image corresponded to the words "a kind uncle slightly over forty". Yes, and I had a suspicion that he was called an old man exclusively by the canonical Naruto, he was generally a lot for such definitions, like any older girl immediately called "sister". Where did he get it? And to call Tsunade - a granny ... well, with the instinct of self-preservation and I have a bad, legacy of blood, not otherwise, but not to the same degree!
In general, having a snack on really dense noodles, and even cheap and surprisingly tasty (not like custard crap), I realized that there was something really good in the habits of one blond, and also that I would become a regular at this establishment. The only frustration, I never saw either the daughter or the granddaughter of the owner of this hospitable establishment. This fact alone darkened my path home. On the other hand, I perfectly understood that she is not that much older than me, which means that it is too early for her to stand behind the counter, at the most, she helps in the kitchen. And it's certainly not so late, there were two other people besides me, one in a mask and with gray / gray hair, who shuddered at the sight of me, and ordered two more bottles of sake (although he was sitting there and so he was getting drunk ), and the second, unknown to me chuunin. But there was no point in establishing contacts with the first one, Kakashi would like this, he would establish contacts with me himself, and could hide it, because the elite jounin is not only a beautiful nickname. And since he doesn't want to, why should I "burn"?
The personality of the second was somewhat more interesting. Why? Everything to the point is simple, I saw this chunin twenty times in a day, and if you remember how many times a week I caught a glimpse of him ... No, he acted unobtrusively, and it seemed that he really needed to go to the places where I had him saw. For example, the mournful howl of his stomach certainly did not arouse suspicion, but somehow we have too many fleeting meetings.
True, I had one thought that instead of spying on the Anbu, they simply assigned me a chunin. So what? Why patronize me so much that you put someone from the Anbu to me? What can a small child do? And the genin would have saved me from unnecessary contacts, simply looking after me, and imperceptibly discouraging anyone who is overly zealous from me. But the genins are still young, and you can't trust such a dusty and monotonous work. And if suddenly one of the civilians decides to do something to me (yes, at least on my birthday), then the genin would rather ditch the civilian, protecting me, if he intervenes at all. But the chuunin will turn everything right, and will not mix personal with work ... in most cases. In addition, the chunin will perfectly save me from trifles, and if someone bigger comes after me, like a jinchūriki (although who needs me in the current configuration?) bursts of chakra can easily be detected, in the village of some shinobi, and then someone more abruptly will come here. So it is quite logical. Well, I'm fine - chunin is not an anbu for you, you don't need to encrypt strongly from him, and he himself will blame some oddities on something. Bliss! But all these days, on the verge of consciousness, the thought flashed that it would be necessary to be encrypted, but no, the chunin is not the figure that would meticulously look for something.
Complex logic constructions brought you +5 intelligence!
You are contagious system. It seems that the message is also normal, but I sense some mocking subtext in it.
I was so happy with the fact of my satiety that I did not notice how drunk Kakashi grabbed that chunin by the sleeve and began to ask something, as I have already described, I was walking home in a joyful mood. Yes, and all these thoughts along the way, too, raised quite well, and the bar of experiences was lowered. Therefore, I did not immediately notice someone walking along an empty street, and consider the night street to meet me a chunin, no, no longer an observer, but another. A drunken chuunin ... and walking straight towards me.
- Oh, little demon! It's all because of you! Do you even know how hard it is for me? - Damn, I positively hoped that all the drunks had already resolved, at least a couple of days ago.
Looking at his stats, I got sick at all, some were slightly below two hundred units, some, on the contrary, were higher. In general, I am a realist, and I perfectly understand that even with an epic overcoming, which, by the way, I do not have, I will not even scratch it! And if this is so, well, it will not work either, then we make a serious and slightly grieving face, and a calm, quiet and soft voice ... let's go!
- I can imagine roughly, but only roughly, I'm just an orphan, and I never knew my relatives, so how do I know the pain of their loss? As well as how much you get tired at your work for the good of the village, and judging by the vest, you are already chunin, at least, which means that it is quite possible that you had to do not quite clean work ... of course, for the good of the village. And even more so, I can't understand how you want to get drunk after that, or, in general, warmth and care, how you want your merits to be noticed ... - And I also broadcast a bunch of everything, dumping into one lump. The shinobi, to my relief, was drunk, and therefore did not wonder where I got such behavior and such a view of life, and then, if necessary, I will get rid of the Hokage, I'm well-read. And what else can a quiet boy who does not like active games be? I will say that I learned all this from books and thought it out, since it is already unrealistic to track down what exactly I read in the orphanage. And if I checked who, what I am reading, I certainly would not have found and read one of Jiraiya's books. Well at least it was before the system appeared, otherwise I would have snatched such statuses from it!
But now I tried to remember the most common problems of shinobi, and weaved all this in someone, speaking in a soft and heartfelt tone, as if I really empathized with the interlocutor. "I poisoned my soul," so what can you call it?