Сhapter 48
- Do you remember what happened before you got your injury? Sensei asked me dryly, after a few seconds of tense silence… Apparently, my hatred for this person still made its way outside, no matter how much I tried to crush that in myself at least for a while. Sensei's last actions and words were imprinted too clearly in my mind. And also, of course, he scared me terribly with the possibility of such a strong impact on my consciousness.
- Even too clearly. - I chuckled, not intending to initiate this conversation... It was too hard for me to calmly communicate with a person who betrayed my trust, but remained with too important an element of my plans for this life so that I could just leave that one behind… And it made me angry, even if I had already managed, sort of, to calm my own emotions, and in general gathered my thoughts.
- OK. So, everything that happened was not in vain. - The teacher calmly nodded to me, calmly taking on my far from benevolent gaze. - Do you have any questions for me? - He still calmly clarified, already starting to annoy with his behavior… I'm struggling with the desire to rush at him with my fists, and he's building a lean face, as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened.
- I almost growled, immediately pulling myself back… Mostly because I just didn't know what exactly I wanted to say. But the pent-up rage still wanted to come out, and hiding it turned out to be much more difficult than I initially thought. Calmly, the face of the man that I quite sincerely called my teacher infuriated me to the point of gnashing my teeth. - yes. I have some questions. - Still coping with myself, I typed, highlighting each of my words.
It was useless to hide his anger anyway… And, to be honest, I didn't expect to be able to remain completely calm during this conversation... the main thing is not to overreact and not to snap at the teacher quite obviously. The rest can be attributed to the stress of the experience… Well, that's how I calmed myself, hoping that someday I would really be able to take revenge on the person sitting in front of me.
- First of all, what exactly did you do to me? How could they influence my consciousness and what ways of protection are there against this? - Still highlighting the most important questions for myself, I said, still looking at Sensei angrily. As already mentioned, I wasn't going to hide my anger. Moreover, at the moment I even wanted him to fully understand my emotions… This... could be used to your advantage.
- Good question. - The bastard smiled a little, voicing his favorite phrase. - And I even understand your desire to protect yourself from something like this in the future… But there are some difficulties here. Firstly, you should understand that the main effect on your mind was a fairly powerful datura. It is very, very difficult to protect yourself from this… Although he had a rather weak effect on you. So you can hope that with the growth of personal strength, the effect of this kind of drugs will greatly weaken due to a strong body… However, it will be a little more difficult for you to protect yourself from the second aspect of this procedure, even if you already know how to resist such a thing. - Apparently, really rejoicing at my question, the teacher began to lecture me, which I listened to especially attentively.
- Did you influence me with genjutsu? I asked quietly, taking advantage of the teacher's hitch, which he himself had made. Letting me think about his words… Still continuing my training, you fucking bitch. And not a drop of remorse on the bastard's face. He ignores my anger with just amazing indifference, turning this whole situation into another stage of training ... which is why my teeth have already cracked, unable to withstand my rage.
"You're right. In order to consolidate the effect of datura, I used a rather complex set of genjutsu techniques, forcing you and your partners to achieve the right mood and reject all unnecessary doubts. - The man confessed, thereby completing the answer to my first question. However, I was in no hurry to ask the next question. I needed a little time to digest such an answer, evaluate the teacher's reaction... and calm down a little.
- Why was all this necessary?… I was already ready to shed someone else's blood. You yourself warned us about the essence of this mission... and I was prepared for the inevitable. So why did they bully me and the team like that? - Literally squeezing out the words, I asked the following question. - So it would be possible to avoid additional injuries… We could just bombard the robbers' camp with kunai with explosive tags, after which we would simply finish off the survivors. - I immediately added, in fact, voicing my plan for this mission, which I came to during that sleepless night that I had just before the start of the mission.
- Naruto ... - The teacher turned to me with a heavy sigh ... - It may be difficult for you to understand this, but believe me, many Junins of the village, including me, went through about the same test at the very beginning of their Shinobi career ... Baptism of blood, as we call it ... is not the most pleasant ritual among Shinobi, but no one has disputed its necessity for a long time. Although not everyone goes through it ... - Blurring the thought, the teacher pulled with a direct answer.
Although, at that moment I wasn't even mad about it. I just listened to sensei with cold fury, analyzing and sorting out sensei's words. Which, however, did not affect my desire to strangle the bastard… His excuse about the fact that everything that happened to me was some kind of ritual and a necessity in general, did not leave a special response in my soul… After all, I strongly doubt that the original Naruto went through something like this.
- But the most promising and mentally stable geninins really went through a similar ritual. Natsubashi-sensei continued to explain, apparently trying to improve my mood with rude flattery. - And this is not a simple whim or some kind of training… It's just that many genins don't react too adequately to their first conscious murder. It is so inadequate that almost all hidden villages, with the exception, perhaps, of the village of Fog, try to soften this process as much as possible for the most promising Shinobi. No one wants a strong but crazy ninja to appear in their village. The bastard finished his thought…
- The recent inferno can hardly be called a mild impact. - Sarcastically, almost spitting from my own rage, I hissed in the direction of the teacher… His words did nothing to calm me down. Rather, on the contrary, from somewhere deep inside me, some absolutely hysterical impulses rose to laugh sensei right in the face… And it is even better to bend the kunaev into the body by that time, ideally, into his grayish eyes, in order to certainly kill the brain and leave the lifeless body to rot somewhere in the nearest toilet.
- And yet… Murders, even mass ones, are much easier to realize and survive, being in a not very adequate state. - The man confidently declared. - I am sure that if you need to kill your enemies in the future, your hand will not waver anymore. And you will survive your next murder without any moral torment and other complications… This has long been a proven fact, in which there are almost no exceptions. - He added… Saying what I already knew. Although no, I didn't know, I felt it. I felt that killing wouldn't really be a big problem for me in the future…
That's just I wouldn't say that it could become such for me in principle. I am not a juvenile idiot, or even just a child with a surprisingly flexible psyche, mentally I am older even than Sensei himself. And even though my experience was completely different. But I have no particular fear of murder or death… Therefore, what the teacher did to me was perceived more as a sadistic mockery, an evil joke and sophisticated torture in one bottle. Therefore, the man's words, although they found some understanding in me, but the desire to kill somehow decreased from this…
- I understand you... sensei. I exhaled softly, closing my eyes and doing my best to give myself the most calm look. I didn't want to continue this conversation anymore, and I didn't have the strength to restrain my anger, even though I was able to understand Sensei's position to some extent, it was getting harder and harder... - But I need a little time to think about all this and come to terms with what happened. - I said it quite clearly, unobtrusively hinting to the man that his presence would only prevent me from coming to myself.
Fortunately, the man took my words correctly, after a few minutes and some clarifying questions about my well-being, leaving me alone… Allowing a little toss of furniture in the room, after which you really calm down a little and immerse yourself in your own thoughts. Although, these thoughts were now reduced only to building plans for revenge, but this is not bad. It was necessary to take revenge anyway, if only for the sake of my peace of mind…
But I will take revenge later. Ideally, when I become strong enough to pull off the murder of my sensei without the danger of being killed myself… I really wanted to live, anyway. And that's why I wasn't going to risk once again, going on about emotions... even if I don't have much self-control right now. Stress really makes itself felt. And the body, again, does not deprive me of the allocation of appropriate, for a ten-year-old boy, harmonics, which only aggravates the situation…