Chapter 1.
Charming! – I thought sarcastically, moving away from the awareness of myself in the body of Kisuke Hyuga, Hyuga Neji's twin brother.
A wonderful world with regular wars, child soldiers, alien culture, alien writing, alien food, and so on. And most importantly, most importantly... the wonderful ritual of cattle branding is just around the corner, which will forever bind me to the tyrants from the Main Branch. Absolutism in all its glory - how to walk, how to speak, how and what to eat, how to dress, what to do in life, for whom and even how I should fight. Future children are also branded if the ghostly chance of a canon moron to become Hokage evaporates, and it is based on such incredible luck that Tsunade's rare win is just an ordinary phenomenon. A military slave from the era of the Mongol invasion of Koryo is the near future. Well, I don't buy Hiashi's tearful story, which he managed to tell the canon hero during the exam. "- Your dad fought for his dear people... blah blah blah...
- The slave seal didn't disappear from this, shit-eater!" Hiashi easily tortured both his brother and nephew, and the cooing with Boruto and Himawari don't change this fact. The old man, melting from sentimentality, will still remain for me the same war criminal-fascist, hiding from justice in fucking Argentina. Phew... why am I still going on about the wonderful family... The world is what it is and there is no point in being sad that it doesn't correspond to my internal attitudes. It's unpleasant, offensive, perhaps the neuroses from my past life will even start to rise its ugly head, carrying the banner of the scourge of my entire past life of insomnia, but having experience, albeit not the happiest life, I simply have to pull myself together and not get into an emotional spiral. Of course, I want life to go on by itself, but I have long understood what a huge role in our emotional life is played by daily work on our thoughts. Even in such a simple thing as sleep, I had to build a whole ritual in my first life, so as not to wake up in the middle of the night and not screw up my whole day.
Returning to the topic, the combat component of the clan Hyuga will be a great hindrance to me. For some unknown reason, the wonderful sages decided that if a rifle has a scope attached to it, the best tactical solution would be to rush into hand-to-hand combat. A strictly regulated fighting style is the clan's main measure of rank, usefulness, respect for ancestors, etc. It won't be possible to shirk - they've also built regular examinations into their routine. So you must fight for the glory and in the name of the chthonic monster called Hyuga Ichizoku, fight using strictly regulated methods and still succeed. Failure - and you're given assignments, punishments, increased training and general contempt.
I was not at all attracted by their miracle hand-to-hand combat, where, although there was a chance to kill an enemy with one jab, it was necessary to hit a very specific target the size of a pin on a moving enemy who was wearing a thick vest. In addition to being thick, the vest also shifts, so the streams of chakra from the fingers, which formed a semblance of a cumulative jet, did not always hit the right place. Catch the enemy, press his armored vest to the body so that the streams of juuken at the focal point fell on the tenketsu, and also press so that the hand did not slip to the side, and at the same time avoid a response from the enemy. I don't need such dances. The analogy of a fighter with a poisoned ring comes to mind.
The fact that you can potentially guarantee the death of an enemy with one successful jab does not mean that this is a reasonable tactic for a front-line fighter. A man with a sword will knock down a man with a poisonous ring, no matter how dangerous this scratch is. People have always sought to increase the combat distance, paid attention to a strong base, simplifying and taking only the most effective. Here, combat was introduced not to the rank of a craft, but to the rank of a lifestyle and art. I am amazed at the narrow-mindedness of the proud Hyuga. One unfortunate jutsu for long-range combat and then acts close and over an area, while providing not a damaging effect, but a simple area push. Yes, if they had bothered with one direct-fire jutsu and honed it for speed, accuracy and penetration, then they would be priceless - 10 km of X-ray vision of an adult shinobi + jutsu / "anti-material rifle" would be a recipe for victory in any conditions. A pumped-up senbon made of chakra would be their salvation, but they are too proud for that. However, it is none of my business. It is vitally important for me to get away from them. I cannot live without conscience and common sense. Nothing good awaits me outside the village, but I cannot stay here, functioning only as an appendage of the family. One way or another, they will torture me. I will escape from here to the wilderness, to an island, or to serve a worthy person. And even if the Inuzuka ninken tear me apart, I will die free from a family where children do not laugh.
"And here's a gift for them," I whispered, pouring some of the hot spices from the pepper shaker on the table at home into a parchment bag. "I have less than a year to escape