Naruto didn't care if Kyuubi really understood it or not, anyway, these were just his whims. It just so happened that Kyuubi had promised him last time, so he decided to get things done while he was not busy.
With a snap of his fingers, Naruto's consciousness disappeared from the sealed space.
The sky was getting dark, and the midsummer night was sultry.
At the entrance of the convenience store, Naruto, who was squatting on the roadside and licking ice cream, saw a pair of men's legs in his sight.
"what?"
"Damn you brat, your name is Toad Immortal! And... don't block the way."
The old man who calls himself the Toad Immortal has unruly white hair on his head. He wears an iron forehead protector with the word "oil" printed on his forehead. He wears a fishing net training suit with a brown lining and a red coat on the outside. Two vertical lines of red oil paint are painted on the side.
"Uncle, you are still in the middle of the class at such a young age." Naruto recognized Jiraiya, but did not move his position at all.
He took a lick of the ice cream and glanced sideways at Jiraiya and said.
"What a sad man."
"You guy, you speak so rudely, be careful of getting beaten, damn it!" Jiraiya couldn't bear it anymore, the smile on his face could no longer be stretched, he rolled up his sleeves and threatened.
"Hey, uncle, you'd better be careful. Last time I saw you using low-level methods to spy on women." Naruto sucked on the ice cream, his smooth forehead exposed. He was used to it now. Do not wear a forehead protector when on duty.
Anyway, no one cares, you can play whatever you want.
"Low-level means?" Jiraiya frowned, "What do you know, a brat? I was just picking it up."
"You struck up a conversation and got slapped, the idiot followed the girl and was chased for eight streets, and..."
"Are you spying on me?" Jiraiya asked in surprise, "How did you know?"
"I opened VIP rooms in all the hot spring baths in Konoha."
"Damn it, how can you, a brat, be so rich?" Jiraiya had a trace of cold sweat on his forehead and began to realize something was wrong.
"If you have money, you can do whatever you want." After saying that, Naruto also finished the ice cream, stood up with an ice cream stick and looked at Jiraiya and said, "Uncle, I think you are a down-and-out writer. Bar?"
"Oh? How did you tell?" Jiraiya became interested when he heard this, and an expectant smile bloomed on his face.
"It's easy to recognize him. He looks wretched, lecherous, behaves suspiciously, and says strange things such as the source material. If he's not a writer, he's just a pervert."
Hearing that Naruto's words didn't sound like compliments, the smile on Jiraiya's face froze.
Naruto ignored Jiraiya's expression and said to himself.
"But I guess that even if you are a writer, uncle, you must be the kind of writer who is forbidden to do anything. You don't have any good works."
"You kid, don't judge a book by its cover! The book I wrote is a best-selling book through the ages!" Jiraiya couldn't stand Naruto's nonchalant tone, and some of his superiors argued.
"An ancient book? Uncle, have you read The Golden Ping Mei?"
"What... what Mei?" Jiraiya was slightly stunned. Hearing the title of the book gave him goosebumps.
Plum blossoms have an extraordinary status in the cultural circle of the ninja world. They are more beautiful flowers than cherry blossoms. Geishas will wear plum blossoms in February, and girls from the Land of Fire will say metaphorical words such as "My heart is like plum blossoms" to their sweethearts, which are as much expressions of love as the moonlight is so beautiful.
Such pure and cool flowers should be stored in the most elegant container, but such a tacky container as the golden vase is actually combined with the plum, giving people a hazy feeling that is unattainable but chaotic.
Just by reading the name, you can tell that this is a work of genius!
"Tell me, where can I buy that book?" Jiraiya grabbed Naruto's hand and asked slightly excitedly.
"That is an ancient book that was found in the trash. I was lucky enough to read it and it was also a fragment." Naruto casually broke the popsicle stick and told Jiraiya a story about Pan Jinlian.
Even though Naruto spoke intermittently and his words were casual, Jiraiya still easily absorbed it. A good story knows no dimensions. Jiraiya's eyes lit up when he heard it, and then the story came to an abrupt end.
"No more? Do you want to continue talking?" Jiraiya collapsed.
"I forgot." Naruto threw the popsicle stick broken in half into the trash can, "and I'm going home."
Jiraiya was halfway through the story when he was bursting with inspiration. How could he let Naruto leave like this and quickly followed him.
"How could you leave in the middle of a sentence like this? You can tell me what happened after knocking over the bamboo pole, right? It's so bitter when you hear it... Bah, it's quite a story when you hear it."
"When I say I forgot, I forgot." Naruto ignored Jiraiya and walked forward without looking back.
"You kid, why can't you make sense!" Jiraiya reached forward with his big hand, trying to hold Naruto back.
As if there were eyes on his back, Naruto turned sideways to avoid Jiraiya's grasp. Jiraiya's pupils dilated sharply, and he thought that the speed of his attack should not be slow, and it was not something that a genin could avoid.
He grabbed it again with his backhand, and Naruto jumped away.
After a few moments, he climbed directly onto the tree, jumped onto the roof and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Jiraiya stood there, the night wind blowing through his loose robes. He was stunned for a while and then smiled. This child and his father are on opposite ends of the spectrum in temperament. If the Minatos were still here, they would probably have a headache.
Stepping on his clogs, Jiraiya sighed and walked away in another direction.
He didn't want to come back on this trip. He didn't agree with the ideas of the old guys in Konoha. It was better to collect information outside than to stay in this depressing village.
...
Naruto did not go home after leaving. After wandering around the street, he went to the flower shop of the Yamanaka family.
He hasn't seen Hinata this month, so the scheduled barbecue is naturally far away. After wandering around the streets for a month, Naruto has become a qualified street runner. But this boring life will soon end, because tomorrow is the third Chunin exam.
Ino was bored looking at the store and was about to close it when the wind chime at the door rang.
"Welcome...Naruto?" Ino blinked, "Why are you here?"
"Buy flowers."
"Eh? Naruto, you actually know how to buy flowers?" Ino said, but she still stood up, "Let me help you choose. Who do you want to give it to?"
"Please don't inquire into the guests' privacy, okay?" Naruto complained, "I want a white chrysanthemum, please help me put it on."
"Huh?" Ino neatly wrapped Baiju, raised her head and asked, "Who do you want to pay homage to?"
"Ah, yes." Naruto couldn't say it was prepared for the third generation out of convenience.
