Novel

The children who had dealings with the Jinchuriki were all secretly investigated by the village.

Sora, Kento the Slug, and Xiao Pangdun all come from ordinary families in Konoha; none of their parents or even their ancestors were ninjas.

They could play with Naruto only because they couldn't fit into the circle of other children, let alone the circle of the descendants of ninja clans.

Clumsy, unattractive, and uneducated... (The Third Hokage sent Naruto some basic education, but it hasn't been very effective yet.)

Only Naruto is even weaker than them can he get a sense of satisfaction from playing. The Konoha High Command have no other way to deal with this. The Jinchuriki have food, drink, and someone to play with, so let them continue to grow like this.

"Um?"

Bored out of his mind, Shuichi patrolled while pondering the Fuinjutsu he had recently researched.

At that moment, a vast and familiar chakra appeared within his perception range.

He glanced at the roof, then slipped to the top and slowly approached.

On the rooftop of a three-story building, a man holding a monocular telescope had his lecherous eyes fixed on the open-air women's hot spring room not far below.

The light mist couldn't conceal the figures of voluptuous women and young girls playing in the water; the rolling waves were a sight to behold, stirring the blood.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

The older man with white hair became increasingly engrossed in the book, inspiration flowing from within him; perhaps he could write something about it next time...

"Urban management patrol!"

A clear, righteous shout startled Jiraiya. Turning around, he saw the purple-haired youth he remembered. He then lowered his binoculars and said helplessly:

"What are you doing here, kid? Young people should be focusing on their own careers and working hard. Why bother with someone like me who's not even here?"

"How can it be unrelated? I'm a properly identifiable member of the Security Force."

Shuichi smiled and took out his law enforcement badge; he felt a righteous light shining behind him.

"I cannot stand by and watch you illegally pry into the privacy of the women of Konoha. Come with me to the Hokage's Office!"

"No, I don't want the old man to know I'm back." Jiraiya raised his hand to refuse.

"Besides, this isn't some vulgar voyeurism; it's legitimate research," he argued righteously.

"Forget it, you inexperienced youngster wouldn't understand. I've ruined my mood for the day after you bothered me."

Jiraiya pursed his lips. "I've arranged to meet Kakashi later, and I also want to check on Naruto's situation. There's still a lot of information I need to gather outside."

"Kid, don't think I'm just wandering around aimlessly. You have no idea how busy the older generation is!"

"Heh..." Shuichi chuckled inwardly. The data on my hard drive from my past life was far more extensive than what you'd spied on over the past forty years. You think I don't understand?

Perhaps the other side is indeed gathering intelligence, but they probably spend 80% of their time indulging in pleasure and debauchery.

Shuichi crossed her arms and pointed in a direction behind her, "Look, Naruto's playing over there. You can find him easily; after all, his hair color is unique in the village."

"Oh?"

Jiraiya became interested. He had returned to the village this time because of two close relatives: Kakashi, Minato's only remaining disciple, and his son Naruto.

"Naruto, what a memorable name. He must have been an excellent ninja prospect..."

With his telescope raised, Jiraiya quickly spotted a group of children confronting each other.

Naruto was on the side with fewer people, and although he seemed to be weaker than the other side, he was the one shouting the loudest, despite being covered in dirt.

Not content with just verbal bravado, the blond, blue-eyed child grinned and made faces at another group of people.

Then, in full view of everyone, he turned around and pulled down his pants, revealing his round buttocks and even smaller breasts in the middle, which startled a few girls opposite him, causing them to scream...

"Cough, cough..."

Jiraiya, speechless, lowered his binoculars. He swallowed back thoughts like, "This child resembles me." What the hell was this? Was he really Minato's son?

Shuichi, who was monitoring the area through the Ink Bird, almost burst out laughing when he saw the astonishing scene.

Even if he told Jiraiya that he was the Child of Prophecy, the latter would probably think, "Are you kidding me?!"

"He's a unique little guy." Jiraiya Shuichi's spying abilities had reached such a level of perfection, casually remarked.

Seeing how energetic he is, I have nothing to worry about...

Whoosh--

Before long, a figure came rushing down from the rooftop, landing beside the two and removing his mask. "Lord Jiraiya? Hmm... Shuichi's here too."

"You look much more capable than before, Kakashi." Jiraiya praised with a magnanimous air, "Today is the day you grow into a man."

Coincidentally, as a mature man, there are some things I need to know.

He pulled a small green book from his pocket. "This book, 'Icha Icha Paradise,' is a birthday gift for you. It's a bestselling book I've carefully crafted; it's an absolute gem."

"Well... thank you very much. I'll take a look when I have time." Kakashi's expression remained unchanged.

He hasn't read the book yet and doesn't know what it's about; he's still in the last moments where there's hope for redemption.

Shuichi chuckled to himself; to be honest, he was quite curious about the contents of this famous book and planned to buy a copy to read later.

Then it suddenly occurred to him, "That's right, I can also make money by writing books!"

It would be a waste not to use the abundance of creative ideas in your mind; the Shinobi World would be utterly astonished. You might not be able to write anything profound or philosophical, but writing 18+ content is definitely not difficult, right?

With just a few tweaks to an idea from a past life, and without needing to think too much about the core story, I could easily produce 10 books a year with my own thought process.

"You can actually write a bestselling book?" Shuichi displayed superb acting skills, his face showing disbelief. "Last time, your book, 'The Legend of the Resolute Ninja,' flopped completely. This time, you're not just selling it yourself, are you?"

"You brat, don't talk nonsense!"

Jiraiya jumped up to retort, raising his index finger and shaking it repeatedly. "My book has been the number one seller for the past two months, and the royalties are so high they'd scare you to death. How could I possibly have hyped it up myself?"

"Really? Then congratulations on your hard-earned success!" Shuichi's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly grinned and celebrated, looking as if he had just triumphed.

Jiraiya was dumbfounded. He had known this guy was just like Orochimaru, only good at making sarcastic remarks and mocking him. How could he actually sincerely praise him?

"Well... it's like this, Lord Jiraiya." Shuichi's tone became quite respectful. "I've had a dream of writing books since I was a child, but my style leans more towards the literary and artistic, so I'm inevitably worried that not many people will accept it."

"If my hard-earned first work fails, my confidence will definitely be greatly affected, so I hope to get some small help from you. For example, could you give me a recommendation slot?"

"Featured position? What's that?" Jiraiya thought Shuichi was going to ask him about writing techniques, but he was surprised to hear an unfamiliar term.

"It's very simple, just a small favor." Shuichi waved his hand easily, "It's just that you write a sentence in a prominent place in the book: 'I recommend a very good book, called <XXX>.'"

"That should attract more buyers to my work, and I can then give you a significant share of the profits..."