"Cool jade fingers, a flushed profile, alluring eyes, chin tilted high;"
"Her voice rings out, bones turn to jelly, two tongues entwine, drool drips onto the silk pouch."
An odd little tune that lifted the spirits echoed along the forest path.
The townsfolk driving their ox carts listened with great interest, finding in it a curious bit of entertainment to brighten their dull journey home.
Perched atop the cart, Kyosuke dangled a piece of dry grass from his mouth and lamented how the Uchiha had kept him from becoming a singer.
Once he grew tired of the life of a ninja, he could easily break into the music scene and show those bumpkins what real rap was.
He was going to become the Shinobi World's first idol.
His interests: singing, dancing, rap, and killing.
Uh, maybe killing doesn't really fit an idol's image.
Gazing up at the cloudless blue sky, Kyosuke let out a long breath. He had never felt so relaxed.
Since arriving in the world of Naruto, every day had been nothing but killing. He was almost beginning to forget what a normal life was supposed to look like.
At this critical moment, with the Uzumaki Clan's army migrating and the Uchiha gathering their forces to oppose the Senju, Kyosuke had wandered all the way to the northernmost reaches of the Land of Fire.
The journey to find the Kusanagi Sword had proved even more arduous than he'd imagined.
The map only showed its approximate location. To find the hidden cave entrance, he had to patiently search every inch of the area.
Fortunately, he had Shadow Clones. There was no way the work would fall to Kyosuke himself.
Come to think of it, Shadow Clones really were the best way to slack off. A skilled user of the