This Naruto is a player.

Chapter 87 I Want to Be the Fifth Hokage
Jiraiya, with his face covered in shoe prints and handprints, wearing an incomprehensible hood, wore a lewd grin, oblivious to the blood streaming from his nose.

"Ouch. That hurts. But I've made a killing! My life is complete! Hehe."

His lewd behavior lasted no more than three seconds before his swollen eyes narrowed sharply in alarm.

That blond, blue-eyed brat who moves like lightning?

It felt strangely familiar.

He sat up abruptly, his mocking smile vanishing, but his swollen eyes couldn't hide their sharpness.

Spiky blond hair? Clear blue eyes?
Minato Namikaze?

The name almost slipped out, but he denied it: "No, impossible."

His swollen face, filled with confusion, suddenly snapped back to reality. He slapped his thigh, wincing in pain: That child? Could it be... Naruto?

He's grown so big?

And he also possesses such ghostly skills?

"Ouch, ouch, ouch. Damn it, this kid kicked me way too hard!" The pain receptors finally overcame his hormones and shock, pulling him back to reality.

Jiraiya grimaced and rubbed his sore bottom, looking back at the spot where Naruto had disappeared with a complicated expression.

"Hahaha!"

A burst of laughter suddenly rang in my ears!

"Hey Old Deng, did it feel good to get kicked into a 'human football'? The slap sashimi tasted pretty fresh, right?" Naruto had been watching the whole thing from the sidelines, and he was practically laughing his head off.

The old man turned around sharply, allowing Naruto to see his face.

The old man had dozens of slaps and shoe prints clearly welded onto his face.

A mysterious, pure white crown of unknown origin hangs suspended above its head, fluttering in the wind.
Naruto almost burst out laughing.

But upon closer inspection... wow!
This old man was as big as a bear, and he remained upright even after being slapped countless times.

Even more outrageous is the expression: the nosebleed is used to draw, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and there is a hint of intoxication of 'bitterness has finally come'?

This blissful expression caught Naruto's eye, causing his lips to twitch.

Huh? It can be this perverted?

"Hey! Little devil!"

The old man's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

You brat! You have absolutely no respect for elders!
He spoke aggressively: "You! Do you even know who I am? How dare you speak to the great Toad Sage!"

"Uncle, your nose is bleeding so much it's dripping onto your beard, could you wipe it off?"

He paused, then thoughtfully added, "Also, peeping into the women's bathhouse and calling yourself an 'immortal' isn't a good thing, is it?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Jiraiya casually smeared some blood from his nose, his voice suddenly rising eight octaves. "This sage is conducting on-site research for sacred literary creation! Through deep observation of life... to inspire great artistic inspiration!!"

He was internally screaming: How can this brat have such a sharp tongue?
Naruto slowly raised his Kakashi-inherited ultimate lazybones gaze: "Heh."

That 'heh heh' was as destructive as a Tailed Beast Ball!
This subtle rebuff left Jiraiya speechless.

At the same time, Naruto was also rapidly scanning the old man.

Its head was topped with a head of wet, messy, silvery-white hedgehog fur.

That hair color... Could it be Kakashi's distant second uncle?
No, pass.

Kakashi-san was the reserved, brooding type, while this guy was the grandmaster of the wild, overtly flamboyant style.

The art styles are too different.

More importantly, he had never seen such a thick blue bar of chakra dormant in the other party's body, except for his own.

The key point is that this chakra is extremely unfamiliar and has never been seen in Konoha before.

And that strange headband.

"Oil"?
Naruto frowned. He'd never seen such a greasy symbol before. Which village's symbol was this?
There's only one possibility: he's not from Konoha!
Good heavens! Spying on women in the bathhouse on my Konoha turf?
Do you even know the rules? This is considered stealing food, you know?
They've got some nerve!

His eyes were sharp as knives: "Hey! You suspicious guy over there! State your name! Which village's Jonin are you from? Or are you a suspicious infiltrator who sneaked in during the Chunin Exams?"

Jiraiya: (д)?

You doubt my identity? You're blind, kid!
He straightened his back, instantly activated his swagger mode, and struck an incredibly awkward frog-twisting dance pose:

"Croak! Good question—I am the Toad Spirit Immortal of Mount Myōboku, commonly known as—Toad Immortal! I pay my respects!"

Naruto was so disgusted by the bizarre and awkward dance moves that he felt like he was digging his toes out of a three-bedroom apartment. Didn't he feel embarrassed?

And
"The Toad Sage?"

Anyone can call themselves an immortal these days.

Even Naruto wouldn't dare call himself a sage.

What's more, he caught a glimpse of the crisscrossing handprints on the other person's face and the winding stream of blood from their nose.

Naruto's lips twitched wildly: "I think he's more like—a perverted sage! A lecherous sage! Right?"

"You brat! Don't you know how to respect your elders?"

Jiraiya was furious. He pulled a book out of his pocket and showed it to Naruto: "See? I told you before, I'm a writer, and I'm gathering material for my work!"

Naruto saw the red cover of the book and found it surprisingly familiar.

"Intimate Paradise"?
Isn't this the book that Kakashi-sensei carries around all day?
"So you're the author! What exactly is in this book?"

"Hehe, kid, you recognized me, didn't you?"

Jiraiya finally showed a hint of proud satisfaction on his face, which was indeed the case if you didn't look at the shoe print and handprint on his face.

"However, I won't tell you what it contains."

"Besides, humph! You brat, you interrupted my research. I'll let it go this time, but I won't let you off so easily next time."

"and many more!"

Naruto called out to stop him, as if he had suddenly realized something.

His gaze, sharp as lightning, locked onto the back of the silver-haired, spiky man: "If I'm not mistaken, you must be the legendary, famous Jiraiya-sama?!"

Jiraiya paused, turning back in surprise: "Oh? Kid, you know this immortal?"

You can't not know them!

For the sake of the "Hokage cause," he had long since thoroughly understood the Konoha leadership's hierarchy.

The harsh truth is: the Hokage throne? What good is being good at fighting?
The core of the Hokage throne is still: the master-disciple lineage/brotherhood relay.

A strong background is what truly matters!

Although Naruto Uzumaki is bound to Kakashi, the "Sixth Hokage of the Future," and himself, the "Seventh Hokage," it will be a long time before Kakashi takes over.
His target had been set long ago: the Fifth Hokage!

To become Hokage, two things are indispensable: fame and ability, no, fame and virtue.

Therefore, Germany (military force) has been maxed out.

The only thing I've been searching for is "fame"—it's been impossible to find!
If Naruto becomes the Seventh Hokage, he won't lack for titles, since his master was the Sixth Hokage. But if he wants to become the Fifth Hokage beforehand, he'll need to build a new ladder for himself.

Seeking to become the Third Hokage's apprentice? The old man is already too old and in seclusion. What about the Sannin? Orochimaru defected, Tsunade is missing, and Jiraiya is wandering the ninja world.

But who could have predicted this!

To my surprise, I ran into Old Deng again at the hot spring.

A turning point in life can be fleeting!
Why not just grab it and refine it instantly?

In a flash, Naruto stepped forward, his voice clear and bright: "Lord Jiraiya!"

His eyes were burning, and there was nothing else in them but a desire for the Hokage!
"Please accept me as your apprentice!"

(End of this chapter)