In Naruto with the Flame-Flame Fruit

"Sexy Jutsu!"

Poof!

With a puff of white smoke, a busty blonde with twin tails appeared before Jiraiya—and he immediately clutched his nose.

Right on target for his tastes.

"I underestimated you," he said, hastily waving the smoke away. "Change back. You were right—this technique really is dangerous. If it weren't for my sage experience, I might've actually fallen for it!"

Jiraiya was genuinely impressed. The next generation really was something else—each wave stronger than the last. This kid was going to be a big deal someday.

Stuffing tissue up his nose, he clapped Kiyosuke on the shoulder after he reverted to his usual self.

"You're forgiven, Kiyosuke. If Orochimaru hadn't snatched you up as his student, you'd definitely have become mine!"

What a waste of talent on that weirdo Orochimaru.

"Orochimaru-sensei is a bit cold, sure… and a little twisted… and not too fond of people… but he's not all bad."

Jiraiya wiped the sweat from his brow. "When you put it like that, it's hard to see what's actually good about him."

Was this kid really Orochimaru's student?

"By the way, how do you know Tsunade's voice?"

"Oh, I bumped into her while doing a mission in the Land of Hot Water. Ran into her at a casino."

"So she's in the Land of Hot Water, huh…" Jiraiya nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Wait a minute—what were you doing in a casino? Don't you know the three taboos for shinobi?"

"Alcohol, women, and money!"

"So you do know!"

"I was just curious, so I went in for a look—and that's when I saw Lady Tsunade."

"And let me guess… you made some money?"

Kiyosuke tilted his head. "How'd you know?"

Jiraiya smirked. "Back in the day, Orochimaru and I made our first pile of cash thanks to Tsunade."

His expression softened with nostalgia.

"Hahaha, we were such reckless kids. Still, even though Orochimaru was with me, why was I the only one she beat up?"

Maybe because you deserved it?

Tsunade had that unlucky streak—once she hit the jackpot, bad luck always came crashing down.

"Anyway, what are you doing here?" Jiraiya's eyes narrowed mischievously. He elbowed Kiyosuke and grinned.

"Don't tell me… You're the little perv who invented the Sexy Jutsu—here to spy on the girls, aren't you?"

Kiyosuke stood tall, face full of righteous indignation.

"What?! How could you think that of me? I'm still a kid, Jiraiya-sama! Don't lump me in with pervs like you!"

He crossed his arms dramatically.

"Besides, can you really call it 'spying' when it's for ninja training? I'm just collecting reference material for my jutsu."

Hssss—

Jiraiya sucked in a cold breath.

This kid… his future is limitless!

"You, Kiyosuke!"

Jiraiya grabbed both of Kiyosuke's shoulders and stared him dead in the eyes.

"Wh-What?" Kiyosuke blinked, startled. That look was kinda intense…

"If you ever develop a jutsu like the Sexy Jutsu again," Jiraiya said solemnly, "you must let me test it. I'll help you perfect it!"

You just want to enjoy it, don't you?

Better not. Jiraiya could handle Sexy Jutsu, but if Kiyosuke ever came up with something like a "Reverse Harem Jutsu," the guy might actually die on the spot.

Jiraiya wasn't yet the experienced old sleaze he'd become in the future—just a guy with a bit of "fieldwork" under his belt. For the sake of his health, it was probably better not to escalate.

"Ahhh~ Junko, not there!" a soft, flirtatious voice rang out from the direction of the waterfall.

Jiraiya twitched and immediately turned toward the sound.

Kiyosuke scoffed and climbed a tree for a better view. Why climb a tree?

Because it's cooler up there.

But a few minutes later, he hopped down and sat cross-legged on the ground to gather chakra.

Why come down?

Because it was getting too hot.

Gathering chakra was dull and repetitive, but it helped increase his overall reserves.

He focused for a full hour. When he opened his eyes, Jiraiya was still staring at the waterfall. Kiyosuke scratched his butt, shifted positions, and kept watching.

His stomach growled.

Just then, a rustling in the bushes—out hopped a rabbit.

Kiyosuke's eyes lit up. Meat!

In no time, the rabbit was skinned, cleaned, and skewered on his left hand.

"Man, that's a handy ability," Jiraiya said, turning his head as the smell of roasting meat filled the air.

"You don't even need firewood—just chakra, and you've got a controllable flame on demand. Super useful."

Kiyosuke always carried a small stash of salt and pepper for just this reason. After all, he was basically a walking barbecue grill. Not using it would've been a waste. The aroma was soon mouthwatering.

"Not bad at all," Jiraiya said approvingly.

Without hesitation, he tore off a rabbit leg for himself.

"Hey!" Kiyosuke protested. "If you want some, go get your own!"

"Kid, having a sage like me eat your food is an honor," Jiraiya declared smugly. "Besides, I won't take it for free. How about I teach you a jutsu in return?"

"Oh?" Kiyosuke's eyes sparkled. "What kind of jutsu? Let's hear it!"

A rabbit leg for a jutsu? That was a steal!

"You've got a special constitution. You can use Fire Release easily, so there's no point in teaching you more of that. Do you have any other chakra natures?"

"Wind and fire," Kiyosuke replied.

"Ah, so you've got Wind too," Jiraiya mused. "Alright, I'll teach you a C-rank technique—Wind Release: Gale Palm!"

"Sweet!" Kiyosuke grinned. Even a C-rank jutsu could be powerful in the right hands.

After all, Madara once turned a B-rank fire jutsu into something that looked like an S-rank with just raw power. That's the difference strength makes.

"Listen up. The hand signs are…"

Jiraiya began explaining the signs and techniques for Gale Palm. Unlike Orochimaru's cold, meticulous teaching style, Jiraiya's approach was lively and full of jokes—sometimes lewd ones—mixed right in with the instructions. It made things easier to understand and remember. In the time it took to eat a meal, he'd already covered everything.

Now it was time to practice.

"Multi Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

With a careful division of chakra, Kiyosuke instantly summoned twenty clones.

"Alright, everyone!" he called out. "We've got the whole afternoon—let's master Gale Palm!"

"Ohhh!!!"

A chorus of Kiyosukes raised their fists and launched into training.

"Smart move," Jiraiya chuckled, glancing back. "Using shadow clones to compress training time, huh?"

...

"Wind Release: Gale Palm!"

"Wind Release: Gale Palm!"

"Wind Release: Gale Palm!"

The repeated chants from behind gave Jiraiya a headache. He glanced over his shoulder at the army of Kiyosukes, all hard at work.

"…Forget it. I'm heading somewhere quieter. This is way too noisy."

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