Day 10, the month of the Monkey, the year of the Horse of the 7th cycle of the era of Hidden Villages. Somewhere in Kentani Province, the Land of Fire

It hurts so much to die. Disgusting. Especially on your own birthday. Yes... a nice end to seventeen years of a lousy life. I didn't get much done.... What were my parents thinking when they sacrificed themselves for me and for Konoha? They were thinking about me, and it turned out how it turned out....

The villagers where I grew up hated me. However, the "demon boy" was well led and guided, not allowing my hatred to release the one who was sealed in me in infancy. Kyubi no Yoko is a nine-tailed fox demon. A fox, yes, but a demon?.. My friend's demonic nature remains a big question mark. We've seen demons with him, and Koo has almost nothing in common with them....

Now I understand that in many ways this hatred of the inhabitants of Konoha was feigned — restrictions, threats, prohibitions. And then there is such an organization as the "Root" of the ANBU, with a staff of mentalists. They can inspire anything, if desired. I think those who could somehow make my childhood easier were not allowed near me. And now I remember so clearly that they threw food, shoes and clothes at me. They treated me stealthily in the hospital, where I constantly ended up because of beatings and fights in an attempt to become stronger. Sometimes I returned to the tidy room or found that my things had been washed. A few adults looked at me differently, but they never approached me. And then I didn't see some of them anymore....

No wonder, as soon as I left the village or approached strangers, no one felt anything or anyone special about me. Besides, I didn't feel it myself, and I found out about my furry neighbor almost by accident. Thanks to Teacher Mizuki, he was the first to open my eyes to the injustice of the world. Not only was I an unloved orphan who was ridiculed and considered a loser by his colleagues, not allowing me to study, but I was also a jinchuuriki, and my entire chakra spent the first twelve years of my life maintaining the Demon seal that locked bijuu in me.

Why is it only now, when I'm about to step into a Clean World, that I've begun to understand my best friend, Sasuke? His entire clan was destroyed. And no, it wasn't his older brother who did it. The politics of the village. If Sarutobi Hiruzen wasn't already dead, I would have killed him. Sandaime did everything to make jinchuuriki, that is, me, eat from his hands.

Thoughts get confused...

I probably don't have much left, and only the legendary vitality of Uzumaki gives me the last moments of my life.

At least I fulfilled my promise to Sasuke.... And I know that I have real friends... were.

The world I wanted to keep...

It didn't work out... huh... It hurts so much...

It seems like that strange summoning happened quite recently.

It turns out that it's been nothing, but it feels like it was in a previous life. Before the war. Before they all died...

A couple of days of completely civilian life, which I enjoyed. Another world and a rather cloudy country is England, where wizards lived. I spent them with Harry, and this bespectacled man became my friend, one might say a "brother in misfortune", also a Chosen one of his world, obliged to cope with someone there.

The hero has done his job and can leave. The damn war. I wonder if he's still fucked up.. At least I had a real life with real friends, and I was even able to make friends with Koo....

"Naruto..." Ku's voice sounds like it's coming from a long way away, and everything turns green in front of my eyes.

"Prepare the Last Gasp, Kurama, when they're all ready... Let them know... What does it feel like... When he dies... The last Uzumaki..."

Part 1. Chapter 1. Somewhere after...

It is not clear what day, month and year, it is not known where

I woke up, which, in general, is strange to do after a gorgeous death, when I died, taking with me a bunch of enemies. I've never been in a Pure World before.... However, it's a bummer, it can't be a Clean World. It's too crowded, dark, and the smell is peculiar. And such a disgusting emptiness inside. I don't feel hungry, and I also seem to be seriously hungry.

Turning my tongue in my mouth, I realized that I was not me. More precisely, I may be me, but I'm kind of shallow. The front teeth were missing, and in general everything was unusual and childish. I could transform into anyone, but shadow cloning involves a flexible psyche and fantasy, like all Shinobi training, so I only felt a little confused. I also folded the seals and tried to come back to myself.

It didn't work out. And the fingers are not too flexible. It's bad. Maybe I somehow ended up in the past. This happens all the time in our world — it's full of time caves and different dimensions. In the past, I couldn't work with the chakra.... But where can I be? Or is it some kind of alternate past? And another reality? In any case, we need to get up and go out to explore.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I made out thin stripes on the sloping uneven ceiling, and also a door that led out of this nook. Maybe I hid? The last thing I remember is taking my last Breath, and then... I can't think straight on an empty stomach, so I need to get some food. And if I find a mirror here, it's a good idea to look at myself.

Cautiously, he opened the door and slipped out of his hiding place. I found myself in a fairly large, bright house, and the place I came from was under the stairs. It looks like a two-story building. Quietly. Grayish light shone through the translucent fabric on the windows. I saw the wall clock that showed five, and I decided it was morning. I looked outside and was convinced of my assumption: dawn was breaking, the sun was about to rise. The street is completely deserted, with identical houses made of light bricks and manicured lawns and trees. The area is vaguely familiar, but definitely not Konoha. I've seen something like this before. I also have something with my eyesight, everything is kind of cloudy. I specifically seem to have been concussed.

My stomach rumbled invitingly, and I decided that it was worth fortifying myself first, and then, a little later, I would be able to find out my location. A short circuit around the house — and there was a refrigerator in the obvious kitchen.

There were a lot of edible things inside, but some of the products were unfamiliar. I chewed on five sausages, drank a couple of raw eggs, and sanded what I had eaten with a yellowish piece of what looked like hard, salty tofu.

"What are you d-doing?" a woman's voice rang out at the moment when I looked into the refrigerator again to put the leftover tofu back.

Interestingly, the question was asked in... English!

Turning around, I saw a skinny blonde aunt in her thirties, who was staring at me with her mouth open.

"I got hungry and ate," I replied, also in English.

So I'm back in England?! That's why the view outside seemed familiar! I wonder where Harry is then? Did he summon me again? Just why am I in a child's body and where is my Ku?

"Have you eaten?" aunt said this with such amazement that I suspected her of madness.

"You're being punished! Vernon left you without dinner last night!"

Hm... Strange. But I don't remember anything about "yesterday". My "yesterday" was on the battlefield... so. Stop. "Vernon" is a very familiar name, I've definitely heard it somewhere. And about the punishment...

"Why don't you say something, Potter!" aunt pushed me away from the refrigerator and gasped, looking in. "You ate the sausages!"

Yondaime my leg! Did she really call me "Potter"?!

"Am I Harry Potter?" I asked my aunt timidly, getting cold inside. That's how you have to get in!

"This is not the time to feign misunderstanding, Potter", She snapped back. "Go to your closet, and don't let me see you until Vernon leaves!"

"I want to go to the bathroom," I chuckled. "Or should I do my business in the closet?"

My aunt sniffed furiously, grabbed my forearm and dragged my baby body into a room next to the kitchen.

"Quickly!" the command was given.

The tiny bathroom had a small shower, toilet, and mirror. But it wasn't me who looked at me from the mirror. His hair might really be that big, but it's just as black as Sasuke's. And the eyes are not blue, but green, bright, almost like Sakura's. And the scar. I had a stupid scar on my forehead, just like a lightning strike. It looks like I've taken over Harry Potter's body somehow. By the way, bruises were found on the body itself and it was not in the best shape. A child who lives in a family should be better developed and not so skinny. I wonder how old I am. Judging by the teeth, or rather, by the holes in their place, it should be about eight or nine years old, but it looks like six or seven. Am I small again, and also a little runt?

"Are you stuck there?" My aunt banged on the door. It looks like this is the same relative. Harry told me about her. I quickly did my chores and washed up. What's her name?

"Petunia! Is breakfast ready?" A male bass voice from the second floor prompted me.

"Ten more minutes!" She shouted back and almost threw me back into the closet.

Judging by the peculiar metallic clang, I was also shut down. Someone walked across the ceiling. It looks like this "Vernon" came down the stairs and punished me.

I listened to the family muttering in the kitchen. It seems that Vernon needs to hurry to get to work in London. It's a familiar place. I also think he read the newspaper and said that housing prices would fall and something about a bank....

"Hey, crybaby, how's your birthday? Yesterday I heard you crying and wishing that someone would save you. If you want to speak out loud, then it will never come true, you little idiot!" Suddenly, a small child's voice was heard through a crack in the ceiling, followed by wild and rather unpleasant laughter, and someone loudly walked up the stairs, stomping heavily, I think on purpose. It looks like this is Petunia and Vernon's own child and Harry's cousin. I also didn't hear him start down the stairs, either because I was listening to what was going on in the kitchen, or... Most likely, because the body is not trained at all. Something has to be done about it.

Oh, three tails in my liver! This kid said it was his birthday! So Harry was making a wish? Maybe his desire somehow shifted my soul into him? My body definitely died in that world, but the transfer already took place, which means that Kurama and I signed a kind of summoning contract. Maybe Koo also helped and threw me out here to live? He was muttering something about how after our merger, I have the opportunity to be reborn like bijuu. But it seems that my soul has been carried away here, to this England, to help Harry again. But still, where is he? Did he really go to the Pure World instead of me? The bruises are quite fresh. Yeah, it's a good birthday— beaten up, hungry, locked in a closet. However, mine was no better. In Konoha, it coincided with the anniversary of the Kubi attack, and I was also hiding from tipsy Shinobi and residents who were trying to take out on me the loss of their loved ones on the day I was born.

I sat down on the cot in a meditation position and concentrated. My friend was telling that female writer about his life. It wasn't that long ago. But there is a lot of information. The clone left here seems to have lived for a very long time. Because this technique brings back the clone's memories, but the longer the clone lives, the more memories are lost, and these losses grow exponentially. I'll remember well for up to a few hours, twenty-four hours will require special meditation with the clone. A few days, even with this method, will provide only key information. I just casually felt one day that the clone had completed the task. Without any slightest details. I had just begun to more or less delve into the depths of my eventful life, trying to fish out the three days I had spent here before, when the lock clicked and Petunia-san looked into my closet.

"Harry, go wash the dishes," she ordered. "And why is it dark, did you go to bed or something?" my aunt pulled something.

The light in the overhead light bulb came on. It turned out that there was some kind of cord tied to the lamp, which turns on and off the lighting. I was playing with the shoelace a bit, and I noticed books and notebooks on a small table. No wonder your eyesight is bad if you have to study in a closet with a dim lamp. By the way, I also found glasses. I hesitated, then put them on. The world has sharpened up, but not as well as before.

I'm also bespectacled now....

I don't know who befriended me so much, Kurama or Harry, but I wanted to strangle both of them... in those very friendly hugs.

Part 1. Chapter 2. Exploring the world and location

August 8, 1988

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, England

I've been watching my new family for a week. Of course, I not only observed, but also studied this world, adopted the habits and etiquette of the aborigines, what to say and do in various situations. In this sense, the family turned out to be well-mannered.

The local calendar amazed me! Not only did it kill me last time that the years were counted from the birth of some local god, but there are also not the same number of days in the months! And in the month of the Rat, which is "February" here, there are only twenty-nine of them! The last time I was in England, in nineteen ninety-six, Harry said that he should be sixteen, which means, by simple calculations, I, in the local nineteen eighty-eight, should be eight years old.

The day I got to Harry was the month of the Horse, which is August. It's a good thing that there are also twelve months here, like ours. But the moon is very tiny, and it was completely independent of the days in the month. For example, on the night of the first to the second of August, the full moon has just begun to wane. How do people generally navigate here? Is it really only on pieces of paper with numbers and calendars with kittens?

I learned written English in a week. It turned out to be such a simple language! I already knew some of the letters, but then there are almost no hieroglyphs or signs there — you can hear and write, only a couple of sounds are a combination of two or three letters. Beauty! One bad thing is that the records are very long.

He taught me the local writing and reading of Dudley Kun. He was so surprised by my request that he agreed.

I actually noticed one oddity. Individually, the Dursleys are pretty good. If you follow certain rules, you can negotiate with them. Aunt Petunia gave me extra food if I asked, and allowed me to practice in the garden after I had loosened the flower beds and pulled out the weeds. The D-rank missions here are quite simple, and I handled them easily, even in such a small body.

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