Born to Obtain the World

Morning.

Birds chirped incessantly in the forest, their calls rising and falling like a symphony.

Naruto opened his eyes on a tree branch.

He didn't have a habit of staying vigilant while sleeping; sleep was for resting and relaxing his mind.

As for how to guard against danger, he chose to rely entirely on his keen sensory abilities.

Jiraiya was still asleep, leaning against the tree trunk, truly drunk and indulging in life.

Naruto didn't disturb him and practiced the Rasengan alone.

The Rasengan was a ninjutsu that was both simple and complex.

It required no hand seals, only the continuous release and control of chakra to spin irregularly, eventually compressing into a ball.

Its output limit depended entirely on how much chakra Naruto could release and compress, meaning its power level could theoretically increase infinitely.

Essentially, it was a close-range technique held in the palm, but Naruto, wanting to use it as a ranged attack, had wrapped the compressed Rasengan in a chakra membrane resembling glass—brittle and hard.

Control became more difficult, and its power decreased, but it was more convenient to use.

During his training with Jiraiya, Naruto had gained a relatively concrete understanding of the ninja world and the strength of ninjutsu.

That is, high output and a myriad of peculiar effects, but relatively weak defense.

If it were magnetic force, with his strength of 30,000 horsepower, his physical condition would improve accordingly, making a kunai stab unable to even scratch him; the kunai itself would shatter.

In reality, it only increased output, not physical strength, requiring separate training in taijutsu.

However, the improvement in taijutsu paled in comparison to the effect of ninjutsu that could shatter forests and split rivers.

Yet, Naruto still practiced taijutsu and martial arts, firmly believing that a strong body and high output advancing hand-in-hand was the true path.

After all, he had personally witnessed the indestructible physique of Killer Whale Orga and the invincible output of his adoptive father, the War God of Hell.

Not long ago, he heard from Jiraiya that Sunagakure possessed Magnet Release, which could control electromagnetic forces, and it almost made him ecstatic.

Later, Jiraiya told him about Kekkei Genkai, inherited abilities that he couldn't learn.

Naruto didn't believe it.

Why could others do it, but he couldn't?

Orochimaru could even gain power through reincarnation, which showed that if you wanted something, there was always a way to get it with your own hands.

The sun rose and set between the clouds. Naruto trained while pondering. The day felt like a progress bar, and by the time his stomach growled with hunger, the sky had darkened.

Jiraiya seemed to have reached his biological clock, opening his eyes, jumping up, yawning, and stretching.

"Good morning, Naruto!"

"Morning."

Naruto slung his bag over his shoulder. "Are we still going to Tanzaku Street?"

Jiraiya nodded, rubbing his chin. "According to my intelligence, Tsunade has borrowed a new sum of money and will definitely come here to gamble big soon."

Naruto: "Then let's go, I'm hungry."

"Which izakaya do you want to go to today..."

"No, the portions are too small, and the food is expensive. I want ramen," Naruto jumped down the slope.

Jiraiya grinned and strode forward. "Then I'll go by myself. It's a good chance to enjoy some special services!"

An old man and a young man passed through the vermilion torii gate, entering the bustling, neon-lit commercial street.

Compared to this place, Konohagakure was like a temple inhabited by ascetics.

Naruto wore a Tiger Mask, and Jiraiya wore a Big Bad Wolf mask; both had changed their clothes.

"End-of-month sale discount~" two women in Cowgirl Outfits lifted their long legs and said, "Care for a drink, sirs?"

"Since it's on sale, I have to come! Haha! Naruto, I'll gather information here today!"

Jiraiya was effortlessly pulled behind the curtain.

Conveniently, a ramen shop was next door, so Naruto sat down. "Boss, can I get extra noodles?"

"You can add noodles once per bowl."

"Okay, then give me ten bowls." Naruto took out some coins from his Frog Wallet and placed them on the table.

"Are you waiting for a friend?"

Naruto waved his hand. "Serve them now, it's just me."

The boss looked surprised but didn't ask further, starting to knead the dough.

As Naruto waited, two middle-aged men in gambling house bathrobes walked in.

"Awesome! That old lady is truly a legendary whale, just as expected!"

"How much did you win?"

"Haha! Not much, not much! Boss, give me a bowl of full-topping ramen, no noodles! Extra chili!"

Naruto was amused.

Jiraiya was right, he thought. Gambling and women went hand in hand; if you looked for the most decadent places, you'd always find the biggest gamblers.

He gulped down bowl after bowl of ramen like water, with loud gurgles. After a resounding burp, he sat down in front of a gambler.

"Is that big sister still gambling?"

The middle-aged man answered frankly, "Yeah, but she's moved venues. She went to the arcade to play the slot machines. Otherwise, we wouldn't be willing to leave."

"Thanks."

Naruto, having clarified the location, immediately rushed next door and dragged Jiraiya, who was dancing intimately with a cow-like woman after taking off his clothes, out. "Tsunade's here."

Jiraiya's lewd and resentful expression vanished instantly. After a moment of serious and complex transformation, it solidified into the smile of a composed middle-aged man.

"Is this expression okay? Am I handsome?"

Naruto nodded and gave him a thumbs-up. "You'll definitely be handsome. Do you remember what I taught you?"

Jiraiya put his hands behind his back and recited, "A woman must be commanded, otherwise she will always have a superiority complex, thinking the decision-making power is in her hands."

"Exactly, that's it," Naruto emphasized. "What's the first thing you say when you meet her?"

Jiraiya clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes gazing forty-five degrees downward. "Long time no see, woman."

"Very beautiful," Naruto applauded. "Let's go!"

Jiraiya thought of Tsunade's fiery temper and initially lacked confidence. But under Naruto's sincere praise, he gradually became self-assured.

In the past, he had always been passive, believing that as long as the person he liked was happy, he would be happy too.

But Naruto had said, "That's just a dog's self-consolation. If the person you like has money, will they spend it on you? If they don't spend it on you, what happiness do you have?

Humans are born to receive from this world. No one is born wanting to give to the world, right?"

Jiraiya, having lived fifty years in vain, was rendered speechless by a child's lecture.

On their journey together, people called him a master, saying he imparted knowledge and taught skills. But in reality, while he was teaching, it was Naruto who was imparting wisdom to him.

Lost in the crowded street, he could no longer see the beautiful women around him. The smiling face on the old photograph in his left chest pocket spun repeatedly in his mind.

When Naruto pointed to the woman sitting on a high stool between two rows of game machines in the arcade with transparent glass walls, memory and reality overlapped, appearing no different.

Tsunade was still as beautiful as she was when she was young.

Naruto flexed his arm for encouragement. "Go!"

Jiraiya took a deep breath. His already burly body seemed to expand by another size as he strode confidently towards the arcade entrance.

Just then, a cold laugh rang out, and hundreds of armed thugs poured out from the gaps in the street.

Gantetsu emerged with Baldy. "Heh heh, you've kept me waiting. You dare kill people in my territory! I don't think you want to live..."

"Get lost!!!"

It was like a volcanic eruption.

Jiraiya roared in anger. His wild lion's white hair rapidly expanded, accompanied by an unparalleled gale that howled in all directions, silencing the entire street.

Strands of white hair shot out, flinging away over a hundred thugs. It didn't matter if they were Chunin, Genin, or ronin; they all fell to the ground, trembling in fear and kneeling in submission.

Just then, Tsunade, inside the glass wall, turned her face. Her angry, dark eyes met a pair of bewildered, bright brown, beautiful eyes.

"Jiraiya?"