Hearing his words Kasumi and Hitomi were shocked—both exclaiming synchronously: "Impossible!" and looking at each other.
"Ahem—Elite Kage are Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama. Raise five shinobi of that level? Or two of Six Paths Sage level? It's unknown if he even existed! No shinobi of that level exists in our world—and you want to raise two? What catastrophe awaits requiring such level shinobi?"
"The Sage of Six Paths existed. And ahead awaits his mother. She's slightly stronger than her son; eliminating her requires at minimum two such level shinobi. With thorough preparation I think that's enough."
"God!" Kasumi exclaimed—unable to cope with such shocking information. Until recently the peak of her power perception was Kage level—let alone Elite Kage or Six Paths Sage. Without Kenshin's empathic calming she would surely fall into horror and despair.
"Don't worry—I thought about this many times. In the first weeks I didn't know how to handle it—but now we have chances. Five years ahead; when we gain enough strength we can easily strike key points and prevent catastrophe," he said—tenderly hugging both beauties by the waist. They immediately pressed their entire bodies against him and felt peace.
"And how exactly did you learn about our world?" Kasumi asked—lifting her head and staring with night-black eyes.
"Uh—hard to explain but your world is presented to us in something like an entertainment book," he said—not knowing how to explain manga and anime.
"They wrote a book about our world?!" Kasumi exclaimed surprised. Hitomi also stared at Kenshin with completely white eyes. The two beauties were like Yin and Yang—day and night—perfectly complementing each other; Kenshin loved it insanely. One young and active—the other mature and leisurely.
"Alright—I'll show you. Hitomi—you haven't seen my world; I think you'll find it interesting," he said smiling—stroking both beauties' backs.
Hearing about his world Hitomi was very glad—which happened extremely rarely. The only things making the mature "mommy" from Hyuga clan happy were her beloved husband and little sons. To Kenshin's surprise she grew much colder toward grown sons compared to babying them when small.
"Don't resist and don't be afraid," he said—lightly pushing both beauties onto the bed, lying down himself, and taking both by the hand.
Now Kenshin didn't need to touch the head to transfer memories. Psionics progressed rapidly—giving more and more possibilities.
Suddenly Kasumi and Hitomi found themselves in an unknown place and began looking around surprised.
"God—truly another world…" Kasumi whispered—stepping to one stand and taking an unknown book from the shelf. Opening it she saw many pictures with minimal text.
"This is called 'manga'. Unfortunately all in my native language; most magazines are dummies. I can't recreate what I never saw," Kenshin said—opening one journal with empty pages inside.
"Incredible place…" Hitomi sighed and approached the counter usually manned by a seller. She immediately spotted a large thing with buttons and curiously pressed one—then flinched frightened when with a "ding" a small drawer with unknown papers slid out.
"How unusual…" she whispered and began examining other interesting things. She really liked a DVD case box with beautiful pictures.
Kasumi also fully unleashed her curiosity; the two beauties like two cats began examining every detail of the unfamiliar place. Kenshin decided not to interfere—only watching with a smile their magnificent figures especially when one bent to pick up a disc or magazine from lower shelf.
Five minutes later he finally decided to do what he modeled this small store for. Though every day he forgot his personal life more and more—fragmentary memories of the world didn't concern this; rather the opposite—with brain development he remembered unrelated past life moments better and better. For example he perfectly remembered his university and every room. But barely remembered his ex-girlfriend's face or friend's voice.
"You surely want to see your world. Hint—it's depicted in one of the 'books' on this shelf," Kenshin said smiling and continued watching.
Hearing their world's history was pictured in one of these strange books both beauties rushed to the indicated shelf and began examining covers—almost immediately skipping the desired "Naruto" manga.
"Ah—found it!" Kasumi exclaimed after several minutes; Hitomi immediately rushed to her best friend to satisfy curiosity.
"Give me a minute," Kenshin said—understanding it would be much better if he translated this manga into their familiar language.
It was much easier than expected; half a minute later symbols on all pages became hieroglyphs—the two beauties gasped surprised seeing the cover.
"N-Naruto?!" Kasumi exclaimed surprised.
"That's the Nine-Tails jinchuriki's name!" Hitomi declared shocked.
"Mhm. This kid can be considered your world's main protagonist. True—between manga and reality there are slight differences so I don't know how important a figure he'll be. But that he can be key to either prosperity or world's fall is fact."
Kasumi and Hitomi still couldn't shake off shock—so decided to leave questions for later and began reading. At first it was terribly inconvenient and unfamiliar. From the very first moments they found countless stupid points—including the main one.
"What nonsense! Multiple shadow clone technique doesn't exist. It's all thanks to the demon fox!" Kasumi declared—skeptical about the work.
"I think I know him… Yes—definitely! That's little Iruka! He was treated in my hospital several times," Hitomi declared noticing a familiar character.
"How do you recognize real people in these little humans… I saw that jinchuriki once; though he was small that boy looks nothing like this drawing," Kasumi said—curiously flipping pages; with each page her face frowned more until she slammed the journal shut.
"What rubbish! Made a mockery of our world. Hiruzen-sama shown as an old idiot. What kind of naked woman transformation technique?! Show me the idiot who came up with this!" Kasumi hissed—her expectations instantly crushed. She expected a dramatic story—most works known to her were extremely dark.
"Shh—calm down. I don't know how the author of this manga managed to write a story about your world but it's only stupid at the beginning. Now I'll show you what awaits us," he said with a sigh—and suddenly a large flat TV appeared on one wall.