Konoha Gate.
"I, Jiraiya, have returned!"
A burly middle-aged man with a travel pack on his back and dust from the road all over him shouted at the sign above the Konoha Gate. During the years he'd been away from Konoha, he'd braved the elements in search of the Child of Destiny who would end the age of chaos. But one after another, he'd received the news that his disciples, Minato and Nagato, had died.
Orochimaru had defected, Tsunade had left, and two of his disciples had died. Jiraiya had accomplished nothing over the years. He'd tasted the hardships of life, yet in the blink of an eye, he'd reached middle age. He'd set out to pursue his dreams, but in the end, he'd returned weathered by the years.
He dusted himself off, brushing away the grime of his travels, and smiled.
"Ah! It's been so long since I came back to Konoha. I wonder if the little beauty next door has grown up. And is Maya from the Sarutobi family across the street still as lovely as ever? Those were the days!"
As he thought about it, Jiraiya broke into a foolish, lecherous grin.
In the Hokage's office, the Third Hokage watched through a crystal ball and smiled faintly.
"Hmm! Jiraiya's back, is he? With Konoha's Chunin Ninja Exams in danger, this is a sure win!"
"Ah! I finally have some free time."
Qinglong couldn't help but sigh. He'd hardly had a moment to relax since graduating. Today, he had to go unwind properly at the bathhouse!
In the world of anime from the Land of Neon, soaking in a hot spring was definitely one of life's greatest pleasures. Lying in a warm pool with a damp towel over your head—and maybe one or two girls splashing around nearby—now that was something!
He was going to the hot springs today. Even if Orochimaru showed up, no one could stop him. Qinglong had spoken!
Steam rose through the air. Soaking in the warm spring felt indescribably wonderful!
Qinglong leaned back against the edge of the pool, a damp towel resting on his forehead. He was so comfortable he was nearly asleep.
"Splash!"
Something heavy hit the water, sending a spray across Qinglong's face.
Qinglong lifted his head and saw Naruto, drenched from head to toe like a drowned rat. He stared at him in confusion.
"Naruto?"
Naruto saw that he'd disturbed Qinglong, scratched his head, and gave an awkward, apologetic grin.
"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to bother you, Qinglong."
"What are you doing, Naruto?"
The hot spring was right there, so why was he making such a commotion?
"I'm practicing Water Walking!"
Naruto replied with a determined look, ready to start practicing again. He'd been at it for a long time. Even Ebisu had gone home, but Naruto was still training.
"Then carry on!"
Qinglong waved a hand and settled back down to doze. But then he spotted a middle-aged man crouched on the wooden wall in the distance, peeking into the women's bath on the other side and making lewd noises.
"Ah! I see a pervert!"
Naruto had spotted Jiraiya too. He couldn't believe someone so shameless lived in Konoha. Indignant, he prepared to expose him.
Qinglong stopped him.
"Naruto, I've got two plans. Want to hear them?"
"What? Tell me, Qinglong!"
"Plan A: We expose this lecher, or maybe even beat him up. Plan B: Use your jutsu to play a little prank on him! Here's what we do..."
"Hmm!"
Naruto narrowed his eyes and thought it over. He quickly chose plan B, eager to use the jutsu he was so proud of to punish that creepy old man!
Jiraiya was thoroughly enjoying the view. Through a crack, he could see a scene bathed in holy light, and he was busily taking notes in his book.
"Woohoo! Hahaha! There's no sight in the world more beautiful than this! I've been away from Konoha for so many years—I've really missed out!"
The women's laughter and the splashing of water reached him faintly. Jiraiya wore a lecherous grin, completely entranced by the peaks and valleys before him. A glistening string of drool ran down his chin.
"Ah! This is inspiration! It just keeps coming!"
Just as he reached the most thrilling part, with holy light dancing all around, everything suddenly went dark.
Huh? What was going on? Jiraiya was dumbfounded. He vaguely felt a pair of warm little hands covering his eyes.
"Oh my~! What are you doing, sir?"
A clear, alluring girl's voice sounded beside Jiraiya's ear. Her honey-sweet voice, soft as a breath of fragrant air, captivated him at once. It was so seductive he couldn't resist its pull. Then Jiraiya felt something warm and soft against him.
Oh, wow! A 36D! That's exactly what this feels like!
Lord Jiraiya was utterly undone, as if he'd been whisked away to a sweet homeland.
"Woohoo! Hahaha! I'm gathering material, old man! How about letting me gather some from you, young lady?"
Jiraiya laughed lasciviously, his fingers trembling with excitement.
Jiraiya had already fallen for the trap, and Naruto had succeeded. He was about to unleash his finishing move.
Just then, Ebisu came in, followed by two women who had come to clean the hot spring.
"Ah!"
Ebisu had come to check on Naruto's training progress. He never imagined he'd see a scene like this: a sexy girl surrounded by a glowing, misty aura was clinging tightly to a greasy old man. The two of them were entwined like glue.
"Pfft!"
A stream of blood gushed from Ebisu's nose. He toppled backward onto the floor, completely spent!
"Ah! A pervert!"
"Pervert!"
Two shrill, high-pitched cries rang out from the middle-aged women, loud enough for the entire hot spring shop to hear.
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