This Naruto is a player

Naruto's eyes narrowed: "However, no matter how old your merits are, you can't steal my 'Xiongshi Xiaoyao Wan's' lifeblood!"

"Fengshan! You've endured so much hardship and humiliation; you've had a tough time as the shopkeeper!"

As for this old man with bandages, Danzo...

Naruto stroked his chin, revealing a benevolent smile: "No rush, let's play around with him for a bit, and have someone investigate him! I want to see if this 'loyal retainer of Konoha' has any 'little surprises' up his sleeve?"

[15:30 PM] - "Konoha Sun's Glorious Commercial Moment"

Naruto Uzumaki arrived at Lao Gan Die Fast Food Restaurant in a dazzling display of his talent to guide the work and signed a sky-high endorsement deal, with the endorsement fee being a "trivial" 100 million taels!

With the Ninja World Daily's enthusiastic promotion, the positive image of "Konoha's Sun" is beginning to take shape!

Results? Exceptionally exceptional!

Walking through the village, I was surprised to hear fans screaming "Naruto-sama~~~!"

It's not just little kids and their peers who are fans.

Even Sister Hua changed her tune and praised, "This little rascal has become a big star!"

Huang Bo wasn't lying to me: Now that you're famous, everyone around you is a good person.

What if you become powerful?

The "good guy" facade of those around them was simply welded onto their faces!

【PM 18:20】

After a long day of hard work, Master Ming finally embarked on his journey home in the twilight.

We arrived at the hot spring area.

"Ok?"

Naruto spotted a white-haired, lewd man crouching against the wall ahead! He was in an extremely professional position, peering through the gap to conduct "human body art observation," while making suspicious "hehehe~ Sugoi~" surround sound effects.

It's not right to do this in broad daylight, but at sunset, how could there be such a lecherous thief?

I, Naruto Uzumaki, the nemesis of Konoha's evil, here to report!

"Hey! What kind of lecherous thief are you? Take this righteous flying kick!"

Duang—!

Naruto's seemingly "bratty kid venting his anger" kick actually contained a tiny bit of precise skill and a tiny bit of chakra control!

The white-haired man only had time for a fleeting glance to see a blond little kid before he was precisely guided like a cannonball and crashed into the hot spring bath with a "plop"!

"Aaaaaah—There's a pervert!!!"

"kill him!!!"

The women's bathhouse instantly transformed into a battlefield! Water splashed and screams flew everywhere, fists and towels mingled in a cacophony!

The scene was extremely harmonious for a time.

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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 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! Kid!

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 smeared a handful of 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; it was a symbol he had never seen before.

Which village sign looks so greasy?

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?"