Prologue

I was born in a simple town, and grew up as a fairly physically developed guy.

I look average, brown hair and brown eyes. I am twenty-one years old and my height is...

Well, average - one hundred and eighty centimeters. My predominant direction, that is, section, was Muay Thai.

But in the process, I joined many sports sections, naturally of a fighting nature.

The result was a hodgepodge of various fighting styles.

My life... It was ordinary, I was an ordinary athlete, all sorts of championships and medals were for the coaches' favorites, for whom I was something like a sparring partner, so that they wouldn't lose their form. I grew up in a completely ordinary family: mom, dad and sister.

I finished all my classes, barely, focusing on physical education and math and immediately entered the university.

Student life.

For me it was also freedom.

The first year passed quickly enough and did not bring any memorable memories, but in the second year two significant events happened in my life.

First - love burst into my life.

Secondly - I became acquainted with Japanese animation, known as anime, as well as comics - manga.

Naturally, the acquaintance did not take place immediately.

At the university I came across a girl of unprecedented beauty with bright red hair..

The girl was beautiful, and it was as if I had been struck by lightning.

At first I looked for more meetings with Kate, then conversations and compliments followed.

In the end, everything grew into something more - we started dating.

It was she who introduced me to anime and manga, so I became interested.

It all started with Naruto and I was simply drawn in.

Here we go - "Naruto", "One Piece", "Bleach" - the standard top three for any self-respecting modern anime fan, then an introduction to "Death Note" and so on.

I watched a lot of titles with Kate in the evenings, we even moved in together. 

During the first half of my studies, I actively hung out with her and her friends.

And I didn't give up on sports, but kept in shape, and managed to study tolerably.

But later everything changed, Kate, she went home where she studies, the exams were earlier, and her mother got sick, so she left, freed up a little.

Without her, life seemed to become colorless and even though we communicated, it still wasn't the same.

So from time to time I "drowned" myself in watching anime or reading manga

So I decided to give myself a marathon of reading the Naruto manga.

- "Well..." - moving away from the monitor, I tiredly rubbed my eyes and leaned back in my chair.

I have read the last chapter of Naruto and can only be amazed at each subsequent increase in the strength of the enemies. Either Pain, who lost solely due to health reasons, or Madara himself with Mokuton and Rinnegan, or pseudo-Madara Zetsu with his Gedo Mazo and a bunch of bijuu. And we must not forget about Kabuto, who reached the hermit mode and mass Edo Tensei.

Against such a background, Naruto and company look downright pale, even with all the power of the latest tailed beasts. Ordinary shinobi are generally lost somewhere at the very bottom, if they are not at least jonin.

Having turned off the computer, I got up and went to the kitchen - it was 4 AM and the two-day marathon of continuously reading the entire manga was over.

Considering that I was only distracted by small snacks, it was time to refuel well. It's good that there is still some leftover pizza in the fridge. I put the microwave in, turned it on and waited for five minutes, after which I began to fill my stomach, thinking along the way.

If we take the plot of the manga as a true story, in which some things are embellished, many details are hushed up, and some are simply forgotten, then it turns out that most of the events that happened are the fault of short-sightedness, self-confidence and simply stupidity of half of the key characters. Almost like in life.

And I don't mean the little thing that was born after the fox attack, although the students could have been trained much better, especially the blond one, and the older generation...

Let's take the same Uchiha who raised, or rather were about to raise, an uprising. Apart from the fact that this story generally smells bad, there are doubts that they started their swarming for no reason.

This means that they were pushed into this, since more than half a century before that the clan lived quite calmly and did not bother.

Who among us has enough power to oust the strongest clan in the village?

That's right, the ruling elite consists of the Hokage and the Council of Elders.

The same Danzo is always on his own mind and could well carry out an action of elimination simply to gain the power of the most powerful red eyes, capable of controlling people and bijuu, and simply eliminate all other owners.

After chewing a piece, I threw the box in the trash and went to bed...

Living alone is quite boring, but it also has its advantages.

Laying down on the sofa and covering myself with a blanket, I still couldn't get the plot of the story out of my head.

Although many consider this to be pampering for children, the quantity and quality of the plots drawn can attract readers of all ages.

Actually, thanks to Kate's recommendation, I decided to read the original, because the series I had watched, taken to kill time from him, was not impressive. Except that Kushina looks more beautiful there, just like Kate.

And it went to an idiot who simply ruined it, although he could have prevented such an outcome by literally calculating the actions of potential opponents.

What is there to calculate!? Just take him to the hospital, and not drag him into battle! I wish she could survive after tearing out the bijuu and restraining it during sealing! It just takes me angry!

Turning over onto my other side, I sighed and made myself more comfortable. There's no point in getting worked up when you can't do anything. It's a shame. Although it would be nice if I were reborn in the same generation as Minato

I sighed - even adults can dream. Finding yourself in a world where almost anything is possible, including the resurrection of the dead and the creation of the moon by man, costs a lot. ! Sighing again.

I threw unnecessary thoughts out of my head and began to plunge into the abyss of sleep.

And only somewhere far away, in a barely audible whisper, the words "well, try" were heard, without stirring the person's sleepy mind.