Naruto: Destroy the Sarutobi Clan At the Beginning

"Master Kirito," Pakura's soft voice broke the stillness of the hot spring. She had suddenly stopped her massage and leaned against Kirito's back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her finger traced small circles on his chest.

Wrapped in nothing but a bath towel, her warm touch sent shivers through Kirito, who immediately felt flustered. His face turned red as he exclaimed, "Hey, Pakura, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing, really," she replied coyly, hugging him tighter. "It's just that Lord Kirito always feels so mysterious. I wanted to get closer to you."

"Pakura, you know you're playing with fire, don't you?" Kirito turned around, gripping her shoulders as he met her gaze.

"If Lord Kirito doesn't mind," Pakura said softly, a hint of daring in her voice as her hands reached for her towel.

Kirito gulped, his eyes drawn to her like a magnet. Just as the moment heated up, a familiar sound echoed in his mind:

[Ding! Congratulations, host. You've triggered a system choice:]

[1. Accept Pakura's invitation and indulge in the open-air hot spring. Reward: God-level medical ninjutsu.]

[2. Accept Pakura's invitation but move to a private room. Reward: Transformation technique (mimics another's chakra perfectly, fooling even the most perceptive ninjas).]

[3. Do nothing, behaving worse than an animal. Reward: God-level cooking skills.]

Kirito's heart skipped a beat, but just as he was about to select the first option, his senses picked up on something unusual. A powerful chakra was heading toward the women's bathhouse next door, and accompanying it were two familiar presences: Ebisu and Naruto.

His brows furrowed. The strong chakra belonged to none other than Jiraiya, the infamous "Pervy Sage," who was likely attempting one of his peeping escapades.

Letting out a resigned sigh, Kirito gently stopped Pakura's hand and adjusted her towel. He then reached for a nearby bathrobe and draped it over her shoulders. "Pakura, head back to the room and wait for me."

Surprised but compliant, Pakura blushed and nodded. "Okay, Lord Kirito," she said softly before disappearing into the house.

Kirito let out a sigh. "I can't believe I almost forgot about him."

His mind drifted to Jiraiya. That old lecher is probably peeking at the women's bathhouse again. I wonder how he'll react when he meets Tsunade later and realizes she's already a wife and mother.

A sly grin spread across Kirito's face. "But before that… let's have some fun with him."

Kirito formed a shadow clone. With a puff of smoke, the clone performed a transformation jutsu, taking on the form of a certain comedic character: a plump woman with exaggerated features. Meanwhile, Kirito himself transformed into a stern samurai armed with his blade, Kyōka Suigetsu, and stationed himself at the entrance to the women's bathhouse.

When Jiraiya arrived, telescope in hand, his excitement turned to confusion as he spotted the armored samurai blocking his view. "A samurai? What's a samurai doing at the women's bathhouse? How boring." He sighed, redirecting his telescope toward the mixed bath.

Through the lens, he spotted the transformed shadow clone.

Jiraiya's eyes widened with glee. "Now that's what I'm talking about. What a beauty! Come on, turn around, girl!"

Obliging his request, the shadow clone slowly turned around—only to pick its nose with exaggerated gusto.

CRACK. Jiraiya froze, his telescope falling from his hands as he turned to stone, petrified by the sight.

Meanwhile, Ebisu and Naruto, practicing chakra control nearby, noticed Jiraiya's suspicious behavior. Ebisu marched over angrily, kicking Jiraiya squarely in the face. However, the sage remained unmoved, still frozen in his petrified state.

"Ebisu-sensei, what's this old pervert doing here?" Naruto asked curiously.

"This man is—" Ebisu began, but before he could finish, Naruto interrupted with a mischievous grin. Forming the tiger hand seal, Naruto positioned himself behind Jiraiya and shouted, "Secret Leaf Technique: Thousand Years of Death!"

Naruto's fingers jabbed Jiraiya's backside with surprising force, breaking the sage out of his petrification. Jiraiya let out a loud, pained scream as his face contorted through an entire range of emotions—from shock to something disturbingly close to pleasure, before ending in agony.

"Serves you right," Kirito muttered under his breath as he dismissed his illusion and left the scene. Without missing a beat, he returned to Pakura's room, leaving Jiraiya writhing on the ground in humiliation.

Meanwhile, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over Konoha's skyline.

Hokage's Office

Sarutobi Hiruzen sat behind his desk, his expression grim. He had spent the day suppressing rumors about himself and now convened an emergency meeting with the village elders, Utatane Koharu and Mitokado Homura. Despite their presence, his mood was soured further by Danzo's refusal to attend.

The door opened, and an ANBU operative stepped inside. "Hokage-sama, Lord Danzo sends his regrets. He claims he has caught a cold and is unable to join the meeting."

Sarutobi's eyes narrowed in fury. "Go back and tell Danzo this: Fujiwara Kirito, the man who wiped out the Sarutobi clan, has returned. If he still refuses to come, then he might as well never show his face again."

The ANBU operative stiffened under the weight of Hiruzen's rage. "Yes, Hokage-sama," he replied before hurrying out.

Koharu and Homura exchanged uneasy glances. Koharu broke the silence. "Hiruzen, are you certain? Didn't Fujiwara Kirito disappear after the Uchiha massacre?"

"That's what I thought too," Hiruzen admitted, his voice heavy. "But it turns out that boy mastered an illusion so powerful it deceived us all."

(End of Chapter)

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