The bizarre tale of a factory director and a factory girl: laying his cards on the table with Jiraiya (third update)

"I don't want to go to the Small Grove! Put me down! I want to go home!"

The only chakra Naruto could use at the moment was Kurama's. Still, he didn't want Jiraiya to know he could control that chakra with ease.

Naruto decided to wait and see. If Jiraiya really tried to force himself on him, he would have to escape, even if it meant exposing his abilities.

As those thoughts flashed through his mind.

The mountain woods around them grew increasingly dense, until almost no trace of human activity remained. Naruto's heart sank.

Just as Naruto was about to fight back and flee for his life.

Jiraiya stopped on the summit of Low Mountain with Naruto still slung over his shoulder.

Once his feet touched the ground, Naruto felt his legs go a little weak.

"I'm warning you, don't try anything! I'm still little. I wouldn't be any fun..."

Jiraiya's face darkened at that. Without another word, he plopped down on a rock and gazed at Konoha in the distance.

"Want to hear a story? I've got a really good one."

Hearing that, Naruto seemed to realize something. He walked over and sat beside him.

"I like stories."

Jiraiya reached out and rubbed Naruto's head.

"Heh, I made this story up, and I'm planning to put it in a novel. The ending might not be very happy, but you'll have to give me your thoughts after you hear it."

"Hmph, I hate giving my thoughts." Seeing Jiraiya's expression turn serious, Naruto quickly added, "But since you're getting on in years, I suppose I can do you that favor."

"You little brat..."

Jiraiya gave a rueful chuckle, then began his story.

Though Jiraiya had heavily reworked the story beyond recognition.

To Naruto, who possessed the knowledge of a modern