"Cool jade fingers, burning cheek, sultry eyes, chin raised high;"
"Moans ring clear, bones tingle, two tongues busy, drool drips onto the silken pouch."
A peculiar, invigorating tune echoed along the woodland path.
The small-town resident driving the ox cart listened with relish. It added a little curious entertainment to his otherwise dull journey home.
On the cart's canopy, Kyosuke held a stalk of dry grass between his teeth and lamented how the Uchiha had held back his singing career.
Once he grew tired of life as a ninja, he could easily break into the music industry and show those bumpkins what real rap was.
He wanted to become the shinobi world's first idol.
Personal interests: singing, dancing, rap, murder...
"Uh, murder probably doesn't fit an idol's image."
Gazing at the azure sky, Kyosuke let out a long breath, feeling more relaxed in body and mind than ever before.
Ever since crossing over into the world of Naruto, all he did every day was kill and kill some more. He had almost forgotten what normal life was supposed to look like.
At this crucial moment, with the Uzumaki migrating en masse and the Uchiha gathering their forces against the Senju, Kyosuke had wandered alone to the northernmost reaches of the Land of Fire.
The journey to find the Kusanagi Sword had proved far more arduous than he had imagined.
The map only provided a general direction. To find the hidden cave entrance, he would have to search patiently, bit by bit.
Fortunately, with Shadow Clones around, none of that work would ever fall to Kyosuke himself.
Come to think of it, Shadow Clones really were the best helpers for slacking off. An expert who had mastered the Sexy Jutsu, like Naruto, could even...
Ahem... Kyosuke rolled over, spat out the