This Naruto is a player

"How about this? We can teach the enemy a lesson with our fists as big as sandbags, while at the same time we help build our homeland with our warm hands."

Kakashi & Jiraiya: There's some truth to that.

But both of them knew that although it was a bit far-fetched, at least it would shut them up.

Jiraiya finally scratched his wet hair and reluctantly relented: "Alright, alright, this old man will risk his reputation to nominate you!"

He abruptly changed the subject, throwing cold water on his enthusiasm: "But listen to me, kid! Don't get your hopes up too high! How old are you? Work your way up steadily for a few years, and I'll have faith in you for the sixth generation! Right now... it's tough!"

"Okay! A nomination is enough! Thanks, teacher!" Naruto grinned and nodded vigorously.

With the nominations in place, let the Ninja World Daily stir up the rest of the storm!

What's the point of publishing this newspaper? Isn't it just to create a big news story today?

Tsk. With today's main task accomplished, Naruto began to pay attention to other things.

For example, Kakashi-sensei's love life!

Naruto's head snapped to Kakashi's, his blue eyes gleaming with the light of a Bagua radar.

"Kakashi-sensei! You and Hana-nee are having a little fun,"

He winked mischievously, "How far have things progressed? Tell me quickly!"

Kakashi remained half-paralyzed in the water, his dead fish eyes not even moving, and said lazily, "Yesterday... I took her home."

"Oh--"

Naruto drew out his words and excitedly slapped the water's surface; he could already imagine what would happen next.

He mimicked the ambiguous tone from a TV drama: "And then what? Isn't it 'Let's go upstairs for a cup of tea'? And then, hehehe, 'It's getting late, why don't you stay the night'?"

Kakashi finally turned his head and glanced at him with an expression as if he were an idiot: "No, I'm leaving."

"what?!"

Naruto exaggeratedly leaned back, splashing a huge spray of water, his face full of exasperation. "Kakashi-sensei! You...you're absolutely wasting a golden opportunity!"

In an instant, he pressed on, still not giving up: "So, you two slept together... no, did you watch the sunrise together the next day?"

Kakashi silently sank his body down, leaving only his head and dead fish eyes above the water: "No."

"What about kissing?!"

Naruto practically pounced on Kakashi, his eyes wide as saucers.

"No." Kakashi's muffled voice came from underwater.

"Huh?"

Naruto let out an incredulous sigh. Is the ninja world really this conservative?

Suddenly, his gaze swept across Kakashi's face like a searchlight, finally fixing on that unchanging mask. A chilling thought suddenly struck him!

"Kakashi-sensei!"

Naruto's voice suddenly rose, tinged with disbelief, "Hana-nee... she doesn't even know what you look like under your mask, does she? Have you ever taken it off in front of her? Just once?"

Kakashi's body stiffened abruptly!

Although most of his face was hidden underwater, the momentary pause in his movements and the slightly enlarged dead fish eyes betrayed everything!

"broken!"

Naruto slapped his forehead, splashing water everywhere, "There really isn't any!"

"Teacher, this mask of yours."

Naruto couldn't help but ask again, "Do you change them every day? Otherwise... uh... hygiene issues." He gave a slightly disgusted look.

Sasuke, who was standing next to him, still had a blank expression, but the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch very slightly, and he silently shrank further into the corner.

Finally, Naruto was completely baffled: "So what exactly does Hana-chan see in you? Is it just because you always wear a mask and act mysterious? Or something else?"

He looked Kakashi up and down, his颓废 (颓废 can be translated as decadent, listless, or decadent) aura still evident even when he was submerged in water. "Some kind of unique... uh, '颓废 aesthetics'?"

Jiraiya, who had been eavesdropping the whole time and whose face was full of "I've got some gossip to share!", finally couldn't help but interject.

His small eyes gleamed, and his tone was filled with disbelief: "Hey, kid! From what you're saying, this 'Flower Sister' was introduced to Kakashi by you?"

Hearing this, Naruto was a little smug. "Of course! Do you even know what it means to be the number one matchmaker in the ninja world?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Naruto saw Jiraiya's shifty, peeking manner and, recalling the old man's past, immediately narrowed his eyes warily, and the Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger "whoosh" pointed at him.

"Hey! You lecherous immortal! What are you looking at all over the place for? Are you up to some wicked idea again, trying to peep into the women's bathhouse?!"

His voice was loud and clear, righteous and stern: "I'm warning you! This hot spring is all booked out today! Sakura is the only girl across from us! If you dare to go there, I'll immediately, right now, report you for peeping at a minor! I'll report you all the way to the central government! You'll be in big trouble!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Jiraiya choked, his face turning red. He quickly looked away, coughing awkwardly to cover it up. "Nonsense! I was studying the mineral composition of the hot spring water! Yes, minerals!"

He tried to argue his way out of it, but fearing Naruto would press him, he quickly changed the subject: "But seriously, Kakashi, it's great that you managed to get out of this."

He looked at Kakashi, a rare hint of appreciative expression on his face: "What are your plans for the future?"

He asked Kakashi, but his eyes glanced at Naruto, clearly thinking that he needed to rely on this "matchmaker" for his "plans".

Naruto felt that with Kakashi's romantic intelligence, Kakashi would be finished without him.

Fortunately, Sister Hua took a liking to Kakashi, otherwise this path would have been much more difficult.

For Kakashi-sensei's happiness, Naruto said without hesitation: "Of course! Leave it to me, the 'Number One Matchmaker of Konoha'! As long as I, Uzumaki Naruto, take action, there's no marriage that can't be arranged!"

but

Naruto glanced at Kakashi, his eyes strange, and emphasized, "Kakashi-sensei, you know I've mastered Ice Release, Flying Thunder God Technique, and I've also mastered Dust Release, but do you know why I haven't mastered Wood Release?"

This was just a question he asked himself, and before Kakashi could answer, Naruto replied, "It's because you're too slow in your romantic pursuits! Otherwise, I would have mastered Wood Release long ago!"

Kakashi's dead fish eyes remained motionless.

He had long since realized that Naruto possessing these bloodstains had nothing to do with him; he was just looking for an excuse.

But we definitely need to step up our efforts!

Feeling completely relaxed after soaking in the bath (except for Kakashi, who was bombarded with gossip), the two adults got up to prepare for the real nightlife.

"Let's go grab a drink and chat about adult topics." Jiraiya stretched, his bones cracking.

"Yes, yes, yes! Let's have some snacks and a little wine, how wonderful!"

Naruto, having finished soaking for a while, chimed in, but then suddenly remembered something, turned sharply, and pointed at Kakashi with a serious expression, "Kakashi-sensei! Remember! Drinking is fine! But don't go to those weird 'hair salons' with pretty girls soliciting customers at the door, like that perverted sage! Those places aren't healthy! I'll tell Hana-chan!"

Jiraiya, who was wrapped in a bath towel, stumbled and almost slipped! He turned around abruptly, staring at Naruto with a look of utter disbelief:

"You brat! How old are you?! Where did you get all this nonsense from?!"

He was starting to question his very existence! This kid knows way too much!

Kakashi silently pulled up his mask, his dead fish eyes filled with deep confusion about this world.

Are kids these days so precocious?

Or is it just this blond guy who's particularly outrageous?

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Chapter 111 The Death of Naruto

The two white-haired masters left.

They went to drink and carouse, and Naruto naturally didn't follow.

Only two furry heads, one gold and one black, remained in the pool.

Naruto stretched out his arm contentedly and pulled out a small wooden bucket with a capacity of 2 liters, filled with cola.

Swish!

A wisp of cold air flashed from his fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, a bucket of chilled cola was ready.

6°, no more, no less!

He conjured up a normal can of cola with a "pop," quickly chilled it, and tossed it to Sasuke.

"Here you go! Sass, here you go!"

Sasuke instinctively raised his hand and caught the jar steadily, feeling a bone-chilling coldness on his fingertips.

He watched as Naruto grabbed the enormous, ridiculously large Coke bucket and gulped down several large mouthfuls as if it were water, and his eyes twitched slightly.

Speaking of which

Naruto put down the giant Coke can, his tone tinged with nostalgia, "When I was a kid, I sold you a Coke every day. I was always there on time, like clocking in."

He smiled, tilted his head to look at Sasuke, and asked with a hint of curiosity, "What did you do with that big bottle back then? You didn't drink it all, did you?"

Judging from Sasuke's physique, he doesn't seem like someone who drinks 2 liters of cola every day since he was a child, but Choji does seem to be.

Recalling this incident, Sasuke gripped the cold can of cola tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.

The thought of "that man" caused his breath to catch in his throat almost imperceptibly for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

"That man liked to drink it, so I drank some of the rest. There's some left, in the storage room. Untouched."

That man?

Naruto knew who Sasuke was talking about: the man who wiped out the Uchiha clan—the Uchiha who fought seven against one.

Naruto initially thought that the Uchiha clan, who possessed so many pairs of three-tomoe Sharingan and countless pairs of Mangekyou Sharingan, would be very strong fighting against seven opponents.

But when I tried to fight in the arena, I realized that I was still far from being able to take on seven opponents at once.

It's all hype and no substance!

Could it be true, as Orochimaru said, that there was more to the story behind the annihilation of the Uchiha clan?

After chatting for a few more minutes and getting the conversation going, Naruto's smile faded, and his tone became unusually serious.