Lotm Rogue-like across worlds.

I started thinking on the bed, but it's hard for me to decipher the picture without hints. Judging by Mikoto's disheveled appearance, it's really something unusual. Fugaku probably hasn't woken up for a long time, since she's so worried. Could there have been such scenes before, when he was returning from assignments? Do clan heads even go on missions?

Thinking led to a dead end. I sighed, concentrated, and decided to use divination. Closing his eyes, he repeated seven times to himself: "What happened to Fugaku?"

The paintings began to appear through the gray veil. The first scene unfolded in a dimly lit room. Two people were sitting at a low floor table. The clothes gave away Fugaku and Shisui. Their faces were hidden, but their voices rolled like waves, unable to make out the words.

The scene wavered and changed. A third silhouette appeared behind the two men, a young man with smooth black hair. The hairstyle and posture left no doubt: Itachi. He moved forward, drawing his blade. The cold glow of metal reflected on the walls. The movement was sharp and precise, and then the blade pierced through Fugaku's figure.

Hmm. If you look at everything more closely, the message has clearly arrived. The consequences manifested themselves in an unexpected form — an attack on the head of the Uchiha. But something doesn't add up: Sasuke said that his father was unconscious, not on the verge of death. Itachi clearly wasn't going to kill him. Perhaps this is due to the use of Kotoamatsuki. Shisui and Itachi have already started to act, speeding up their plans. The timeline is broken, given that Shisui was supposed to disappear by the end of the first semester, in four months. Well, despite the slim odds, I still had to try—and, to my surprise, it worked.

From this thought, I felt like a piece of the Magician was also digested, but I decided to postpone the celebration and switch to a new goal — shadow cloning fortune-telling.

I lay down on the bed and concentrated. "How is this technique created?" I repeated the question over and over again. As expected, there was no direct response. The gray clouds of prediction began to dissipate, leaving only scattered images. A large-scale scroll, half-erased writing, hands folding seals with superhuman speed. The figure in traditional armor is obviously Tobirama Senju. It all flashed by like stills from an old movie, and I had to fill in the missing details myself.

Realizing that I wouldn't get a direct answer, I started asking clarifying questions: where is the scroll kept? What does its content look like? What circumstances prompted the creation of the technique? Gradually, through fragments, I gathered enough to start practicing.

Folding the seals according to the memorized sequence, I focused the chakra. At first, the result was far from ideal: only something shapeless appeared in front of me. After the eighth attempt, I finally created a clone — an almost exact copy of myself.

The clone stood in front of me, carefully studying his surroundings. His gaze focused on nothing for a moment, and he said:

— There is no panel.

I nodded, examining him. A complete copy of me: a six-year-old child with rounded cheeks, fair skin and a little less than twenty meters tall. The left eyelid was slightly heavier than the right, which made the eyes look slightly asymmetrical. Otherwise, it's an absolutely ordinary look.

"But I have vision," he continued, without giving details directly. — Probably, other aspects have been preserved. However, the amount of spiritual energy is noticeably less. I feel a slight heaviness — maybe I can digest. This cannot be confirmed without verification. Judging by the sensations, without additional expenditure of chakra, I can survive for about six hours. Question: Does physical and mental fatigue affect the duration?

I nodded again, satisfied with his observations, and dispersed the clone. His memories immediately became a part of my consciousness. The loss of chakra was expected: fifty percent was initially given, and forty percent was returned. The consumption was about twenty percent of the allocated part.

The inability to subtly control the distribution of chakra has limited my options so far. However, this did not stop me from creating two new clones with an even distribution.

The first was given the task of focusing on learning fuinjutsu through decoding, eliminating practice. The second one is on the curriculum.

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Three days later, something became clear: the clones are able to digest the potion. I noticed this by the percentages on the panel, although the method, as usual, was far from fast.

Status

Current name: Seiji Hosagawa

Ways:

Fool(7%, Cryptologist (92%)): Ritual: Not required.

Error (7 sequence, Magician (88%)): Ritual: Not required.

The goal: To prevent the world from being taken over by the eternal Tsukiyomi. ( 2,131 days are left before the start of the canonical events ) Reward: 1 meta point

Additional tasks: 

Achieve Divinity for the first time (2nd sequence of any path) Reward: 5 meta points

Turning Point (Save the Uchiha Clan) Reward: 3 meta points

Tips for the fifth (To prevent the death of Hiruzen Sarutobi) Reward: 1 meta point

The initial bonus for the race:

Missing

The information was digested according to the usual pattern: three days at the Cryptologist, and the performances brought an increase of two to four percent at the Magician. I will reach the next step soon. The children from the orphanage, however, are no longer so impressed by my tricks. We need a new audience, but it's too early to take risks. It is better to finish the work with the current material than to rush and get involved.

Training with Maito Guy turned out to be much harder than I expected. There was no talk of "weights".

"Sensei, what is the Eight Gates?" I asked, catching my breath after another approach.

Guy raised his index finger as if he was about to announce something vital, and with a bright gleam in his eyes, he began:

— The Eight Gates are tenketsu, which restrict the flow of chakra in your body to prolong the "life span" of the organs. But!" he held up his other finger. — By opening this gate, you release all the power trapped in your body! He took a step forward, clenching his fists so that his veins bulged. — Imagine, you break the chains, become stronger, faster, but... His face darkened, "your body is paying for this." Power comes at the cost of destruction.

I nodded, trying to process what I'd just heard.

"Can you teach me?"

— Of course! But you're not ready yet. Guy punched himself in the chest and smiled broadly. — If you train hard, we'll start in six months. Understood?

—Got it,— I replied.

— Then go ahead! Guy waved his hand in the direction of the village gate, which seemed to be just a small dot from here. — The last one who gets there will do a thousand push-ups!

He took off, leaving only a swirl of dust in his wake. I watched him go, feeling the weight of the impending punishment already weighing on my shoulders. "How do you survive after these push-ups?" — it flashed through my head, but I didn't have time to think.