Konoha: The Honored One

(A/N: Bonus chapter! Hope you enjoy the ride!)

A black-haired girl sat primly on a park bench, her flowing hair cascading down like a waterfall. Her tall, elegant figure was adorned in a black-and-white maid-style Lolita dress.

Her expression was cold and indifferent, with a subtle arrogance in her gaze that made passersby hesitate yet steal glances. She exuded the aura of a high-ranking aristocrat, someone untouchable yet captivating.

This "young lady" was, in fact, none other than Sasuke in disguise, thanks to Gojo's brilliant guidance.

Sasuke had debated whether to endure the indignity of actually wearing the maid outfit or rely on a transformation jutsu. Naturally, pride won out, and he chose the jutsu, masking his true identity.

"Huh," Sasuke muttered internally as he caught glimpses from strangers. His outward demeanor remained poised, but inwardly, he was cringing. No one recognized him, yet the psychological weight of wearing this outfit—even in disguise—was unbearable.

In a flash of white energy, Gojo materialized before the bench, casually holding a squirming Naruto like a sack of potatoes.

"Yo, Yu—" Gojo began, then quickly corrected himself with a sly smile, "Hatake. Been waiting long?"

Sasuke shot Gojo a glare that could shatter glass. The idiot teacher had nearly blown his cover.

Naruto, still dangling awkwardly, squinted at Sasuke's transformed figure. His expression shifted from confusion to astonishment. "So pretty…" he mumbled, his cheeks faintly pink.

Sasuke resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The last thing he needed was Naruto drooling over him like he was some damsel in distress.

"Alright, kids, I'll leave the rest to you!" Gojo said cheerfully, patting both their heads as if they were toddlers. "Have fun on your date. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

And with that, he vanished into thin air. Sasuke knew Gojo was probably lurking somewhere, eager to watch this disaster unfold like a front-row spectator at a comedy show.

Naruto coughed nervously, adjusting his shiny forehead protector. "Hi! I'm Naruto Uzumaki," he said with a wide grin. "I'm gonna be Hokage someday, dattebayo! Believe it!"

Sasuke, staying in character, gave a haughty flick of his imaginary long hair and replied, "Hatake."

Naruto frowned, rubbing his chin. "Hatake? Weird name. Sounds familiar, though. Like someone else's name…" He trailed off, clearly struggling to connect the dots.

"Stop wasting time," Sasuke snapped, placing his hands on his hips in a way he thought looked elegant (but really just screamed "annoyed princess"). "Let's get this over with."

Naruto scratched his head, puzzled. "You're kinda harsher than Sasuke. Honestly, you remind me of him, but, like… bossier."

Sasuke twitched. Bossier? This idiot was asking for it.

Naruto leaned in conspiratorially, lowering his voice. "I'll let you in on a secret—don't tell anyone, okay? That jerk Sasuke? I've beaten him countless times! He even cried the other day!"

Sasuke's fists clenched. His eyebrow twitched dangerously. If he didn't know better, he'd think Naruto was trying to incite a fight. Cried? This moron had an imagination more vivid than Kakashi's Icha Icha novels.

"Sasuke is a jerk," Naruto continued, clearly warming up to his rant. "He's always showing off like he's some hotshot genius. But you know what? I'll surpass him!"

Sasuke's transformed face softened for a moment. Naruto's sincerity, though grating, was oddly touching. But still… hotshot genius? Show-off?

"Sorry for rambling," Naruto said sheepishly. "I don't know why I'm talking about Sasuke so much. First impressions, huh?" He chuckled awkwardly.

Sasuke exhaled through his nose. "This is what you call a date? Talking in a park?"

Naruto froze. "Uh… dates. Right. I mean—yeah, I've got plans! Totally!"

Before Sasuke could respond, Naruto's hidden earpiece crackled with Gojo's voice.

"Alright, Fox Boy, listen up. I'm here to teach you how to impress a lady. Just repeat after me!"

"Are you sure this is a good idea, sensei?" Naruto whispered into his collar.

"Of course! I'm Gojo!"

Naruto wasn't convinced but obeyed. He turned to Sasuke with a bright smile and said, "Hey, Hatake. Wanna check out this cool cosplay hotel I know? It's got costumes, themed rooms, and—uh, sleeping?."

Sasuke froze mid-step. His eye twitched. "Sleeping?" he repeated slowly.

Naruto blinked. "Yeah! Sleeping! I think."

Gojo's voice boomed in Naruto's ear. "The purpose of dating is to sleep! Stop pretending to be an innocent maiden!"

Naruto, clueless as ever, repeated Gojo's words verbatim: "The purpose of dating is to sleep! Stop pretending to be an innocent maiden! You want it too, right?"

The entire park seemed to freeze. Birds stopped chirping. The wind held its breath.

Sasuke's face turned a shade of red rivaling a Sharingan glow. "What did you just say?"

Naruto panicked, tugging at his earpiece. "Sensei! This is different from what you said it'd mean!"

Gojo laughed from the other end. "You're doing great! Keep going!"

"Keep going?!" Naruto yelped.

Sasuke, still flushed and fuming, yanked the earpiece from Naruto's ear and growled into it, "Gojo, you are dead."