Naruto Shippuden: The Rise of Armpits Village

Naruto sat eagerly, his eyes gleaming with curiosity as Jiraiya settled in to tell his tale. It was almost ironic—both master and student shared the same, rather peculiar, interest. And Naruto couldn't wait to hear about his mentor's experiences.

Jiraiya smirked. "Alright, Naruto, listen closely."

His voice carried a hint of nostalgia, as if the events had happened just yesterday.

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 Jiraiya's Flashback 

It was a bright, sunny day when Jiraiya returned to the village after completing a successful mission. A broad grin stretched across his face as he strolled through the streets, making his way to the Hokage Tower to deliver his report to Tsunade.

As he reached the entrance, he let out a chuckle, rubbing his chin.

"Man, it's scorching today. I wonder what Tsunade's wearing... Hopefully something sleeveless."

A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes. "If I'm lucky, I might just catch a glimpse of those sweat-glistening armpits... Heh heh." 

Excitement surged through Jiraiya as he hurried up the stairs to the top floor of the Hokage building. Without a second thought, he pushed open the office doors, not even bothering to knock.

"Oh, hello, my dear Tsunade! You must have been worried about me, right?" he shouted with his usual confident grin.

But to his disappointment, Tsunade was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Shizune was tidying up a stack of papers, while Sakura sat nearby, engrossed in a medical book. Both women looked up in surprise at his sudden entrance.

"Oh, hello, Master Jiraiya," they greeted him politely, bowing.

Jiraiya quickly masked his embarrassment with a forced smile. "Ah, uh... good afternoon, ladies," he said, clearing his throat.

His eyes scanned the room, but there was no sign of Tsunade. A wave of disappointment washed over him as he muttered under his breath,

"Man… I even finished my mission early just to see them, and now she's not here. No chance of catching a glimpse of those glistening armpits today…" 

Shizune and Sakura exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what they had just heard.

"Excuse me, Master Jiraiya, I didn't quite catch that," Shizune said, tilting her head.

Sakura nodded, her brows furrowed. "Yeah, same here. Can you repeat that?"

Jiraiya froze for a moment, realizing his slip. Quickly, he forced a laugh, scratching the back of his head.

"Ah, never mind that! It's nothing—just me rambling. Haha…"

He cleared his throat, shifting the conversation before they could press further. "So, Tsunade isn't here today?" he asked, feigning nonchalance as he stroked his chin.

Sakura nodded. "Yeah, Lady Tsunade left about an hour ago."

Jiraiya sighed inwardly, disappointed but determined to play it cool.

"I see. Anyway, can I leave my mission report here on the table?" he asked, keeping his tone casual.

"Of course," Shizune replied with a polite smile. "I'll make sure Lady Tsunade sees it when she returns."

"Well, alright then. Thanks, Shizune," Jiraiya said with a nod.

As he turned to leave, something caught his eye—Sakura standing by the window, gazing out over the village. 

As Sakura lifted her arm to fix her hair, Jiraiya's eyes widened in awe.

The sight of her sweaty armpits was mesmerizing, leaving him frozen in shock and admiration.

"H-Holy mother of the armpit god...!" he stammered before his body gave out.

With a dramatic thud, Jiraiya collapsed onto the floor, nosebleeding profusely.

Shizune and Sakura gasped in shock as Jiraiya hit the floor.

"Master Jiraiya!!" they shouted in unison.

Shizune quickly knelt beside him, checking his pulse. "Sakura, get the first aid kit, now!"

"On it!" Sakura responded, rushing to grab the kit.

Thirty minutes later...

Jiraiya groaned softly as his eyes fluttered open. His vision was still blurry, but he could make out two familiar figures sitting beside him—Sakura on his left and Shizune on his right.

"W-What... just happened?" he mumbled, turning his gaze toward Shizune.

"You passed out, Master Jiraiya," Shizune explained, concern evident in her voice.

Sakura leaned in slightly, examining him with a curious expression. "Are you sure you weren't injured during your mission, Master Jiraiya?"

"Uhh… No, I don't think so," Jiraiya stammered, struggling to maintain his composure.

"That's strange," Sakura mused. "We didn't find any bruises or wounds on you, but your nose was bleeding a lot. We were really worried."

Jiraiya gulped, suddenly remembering exactly what had caused his sudden collapse. A warm blush crept up his face as he tried to brush it off.

"Aha, well… I appreciate the concern, but I'm totally fine—Gwaaah!"

Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes widened as he realized just how close his face was to Sakura's raised arm. Her sweat-glistened armpit was right in front of him, and he nearly lost it all over again.

Sakura, noticing Jiraiya's sudden reaction, quickly pulled back, her expression filled with concern.

"Ah! I'm sorry…! Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Jiraiya frantically waved his hands, his face turning an even deeper shade of red.

"A-Ah, no, not at all!" He stammered, his eyes darting around the room in a comical attempt to avoid looking at her.

""I just remembered I have a meeting with Tsunade after my mission. That's all, hehe," Jiraiya said, forcing a grin.

Sakura raised an eyebrow. "Uh… okay?"

Shizune let out a sigh. "Lady Tsunade went to the bar to blow off some steam about an hour ago."

Jiraiya's eyes lit up. "Oh, really? Thanks for the heads-up. I'll go see her then." He quickly stood up, brushing off any lingering dizziness.

"Wait, are you sure you're feeling better now?" Sakura asked, standing as well.

Jiraiya waved a hand dismissively.

"Nothing to worry about, ladies. Just a little mission fatigue. A few drinks will fix me right up, haha!" He laughed, trying to appear unfazed.

Shizune exchanged a glance with Sakura before nodding. "Well, if you say so, then we won't worry."

Jiraiya flashed a grin and gave them a big thumbs-up. "I'll see you guys later! Thanks for the service!"

With that, he made a hasty exit, leaving the two kunoichi exchanging puzzled looks before bowing in return.

As he walked down the street, Jiraiya couldn't help but grumble to himself, 

"Thank goodness I made it out of there before I fainted again."

"That girl Sakura has grown into a beautiful woman! Seems like Tsunade's been teaching her more than just monster strength." Said Jiraiya as the picture of Sakura's armpits lingered in his mind.

"I wonder who the lucky devil is who'll get her pits. of course it's not me," Jiraiya grumbled as he continued walking.With that, he made a hasty exit, leaving the two kunoichi exchanging puzzled looks before bowing in return.

As he walked down the street, Jiraiya couldn't help but grumble to himself,

"Thank goodness I got out of there before I fainted again."

He let out a sigh, then smirked to himself.

"Sakura's really grown into a beautiful woman. Looks like Tsunade's been teaching her more than just monster strength," he muttered, the image of her armpits lingering in his mind.

"I wonder who the lucky bastard is that'll get those pits… Not that it'd ever be me," he sighed, shaking his head as he kept walking.

A few moments later, Jiraiya arrived at the bar and spotted Tsunade sitting alone, downing her tenth shot of sake.

His eyes immediately brightened when he noticed she was wearing a sleeveless outfit. Without hesitation, he made his way over and took a seat beside her.

"It's a bit early to be getting drunk, don't you think? Not exactly setting a good example as a Kage," Jiraiya teased with a smirk.

Tsunade glanced at him and scoffed. "Oh, look who's talking—the biggest perv in the Five Nations. So, how was your mission?"

Jiraiya poured himself a shot and downed it before replying. "Successful. I found their base—it's in Amegakure. The leader of the village is tied to the Akatsuki, and the people there treat him like some kind of god."

Tsunade let out a deep sigh, rubbing her temples. "So the rumors about Hanzo's death are true. Hard to believe someone like him was taken down so easily."

"I thought the same. Makes me wonder just how powerful their leader really is… but that's a problem for another day," Jiraiya said, pouring himself another drink.

Tsunade stretched her arms overhead with a big yawn. "Haaah… I'm so tired," she muttered, leaning back in her chair and resting her arms behind her head.

As she relaxed, the motion revealed a full view of her toned, glistening armpits.

Jiraiya's eyes widened as he fixated on the Hokage's sweat-covered armpits, his longing evident as he drooled, feeling a nosebleed coming on.

"Uoooh! This is exactly what I've been waiting for! Tsunade's armpits are perfect! I want to taste them so badly!" he screamed internally.

After a moment, he noticed Tsunade hadn't moved. His excitement momentarily gave way to confusion.

"W-Wait… did she really just fall asleep like that?" he murmured, leaning in closer to admire the texture of her armpits.

His breath hitched as he took in every detail. "She has the sexiest armpits in the world… I've traveled far and wide, but I've never seen anything like this. Fuuuuck… The muscle tone, the texture… It's perfect. Too perfect. I can't take it…"

Drool dripped from his chin as he stared, completely mesmerized.\

With a sly grin and a devious idea forming in his mind, Jiraiya quietly slid under the table, inching closer to Tsunade's side while making sure no one was watching. His heart pounded as he leaned in, his face just inches from her exposed left armpit.

"I have to lick it… I have to lick it… I have to lick it…"

Jiraiya could hardly believe his luck.

"Her sexy armpits are right in front of me! I never thought I'd get this chance!" he whispered to himself, his face flushing red with excitement.

Unable to resist, he took a deep breath, inhaling her divine scent.

"Gooohh…!! This is the scent of a GODDESS! It's too much—I can't hold back anymore! But… will she kill me if I lick her armpit?" Jiraiya hesitated, his impulses warring against his survival instincts.

Still, he couldn't stop himself. Each breath made him more intoxicated, more desperate.

"I have to do it now… before it's too late…"

With a final surge of reckless determination, he extended his tongue and made contact.

The moment his tongue touched her skin, Tsunade's eyes snapped open. A chill ran down Jiraiya's spine as a wave of pure rage crossed her face.

"What the HELL, Jiraiya?!" she roared, her expression a mix of shock and disgust as she glared down at him.

Jiraiya froze, his tongue still out on Tsunade's armpit, knowing he had just made the worst mistake of his life.

"Gwaaah—Uh, h-hey, Tsunade…" Jiraiya stammered, staring up at her in shock, fully realizing the gravity of what he had just done.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU DAMN PERVERT?!" Tsunade roared before driving her elbow straight into his face.

CRACK!

"GAAAAAH! MY NOSE! YOU BROKE MY NOSE!" Jiraiya howled, clutching his face in agony as blood dripped between his fingers.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Tsunade snapped, her face twisted in pure disgust. "I swear to god, you are the horniest bastard I've EVER met!"

Jiraiya groaned, rolling on the floor in pain.

"Are you out of your damn mind?! WHY—just WHY—did you lick my armpit?!" she fumed, furiously wiping the saliva off her skin.

"I-It was nothing, really!" Jiraiya stammered, scrambling for an excuse, his mind racing.

Tsunade was having none of it. She grabbed him by the collar, yanked him up, and glared into his soul. "DON'T GIVE ME THAT CRAP! EXPLAIN YOURSELF—NOW."

Jiraiya forced a weak smile, still wincing. "I-I thought… you know… it'd be a nice little reward…" 

Tsunade's grip tightened.

"…A-And, uh, I was kinda thirsty… Eheh…" 

"A reward?! Your twisted logic is absolutely mind-boggling! I cannot believe you just did something that disgusting to me!" Tsunade shouted, her fists trembling with fury.

The entire bar fell silent, every patron frozen, unsure whether to be horrified or impressed by Jiraiya's audacity.

Tsunade's face twisted in sheer disgust. "You licked my armpit, you sick freak! Do you have any idea how repulsive that is?!"

Before Jiraiya could even stammer out an excuse, Tsunade grabbed him by the ears with inhuman strength, yanking him up like a misbehaving child.

"Ugh… That's it! We're settling this outside! Perverts like you need to be taught a lesson!" she growled, dragging him toward the door with terrifying force.

"OW OW OW! OKAY, OKAY, I'M SORRY! TSUNADE, IT HURTS!" Jiraiya whined, flailing as he struggled to keep up with her furious pace.

Tsunade didn't even slow down.

The moment they stepped outside, she threw Jiraiya to the ground, her rage fully unleashed.

"I swear—after this, you won't even be able to pee properly ever again," she seethed, her glare locked onto Jiraiya's crotch like a predator eyeing its next target.

The bar's patrons, drawn by the sudden commotion, rushed outside to witness the chaos.

Tsunade stormed toward Jiraiya, her fists clenched, her rage palpable. Jiraiya, trembling, threw his hands up in desperation.

"Guaaaah—w-wait, Tsunade! I can explain! The truth is… you made me develop an armpit fetish! Please, just one more lick, and I swear I'll leave you alone! You don't understand how long I've—"

Tsunade's eye twitched.

She didn't even let him finish.

With a disgusted sneer, she swung her fist straight into Jiraiya's balls, pouring all her monstrous strength into the punch.

BOOM.

The impact sent Jiraiya soaring through the sky, his scream growing fainter as his body disappeared beyond the village gates. 

A distant crash echoed through Konoha.

Tsunade took a deep breath, rolling her shoulders as if shaking off the irritation. Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked away, her fury still simmering beneath the surface.

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 Back To The Present

"And that, my young apprentice, is the tale of Jiraiya the Gallant!" Jiraiya declared, ending his story with a self-satisfied grin

Naruto, who had been hanging on every word, stared at him in stunned silence, his expression a mix of awe and disbelief.

"W-Wow… You're insane," Naruto muttered, eyes wide.

Jiraiya chuckled, crossing his arms. "Hah! That's just how I roll."

He sighed dramatically. "Though, I will admit… it came at a cost. Tsunade didn't speak to me for nine months after that." He paused, scratching the back of his head before smirking. "And, well… let's just say I had a serious case of blue balls—ahaha!"

Naruto gagged. "I… I still can't believe you actually licked Granny Tsunade's armpit. You've got some serious balls, Pervy Sage."

Jiraiya gave him a proud thumbs-up.

"But—BUT—you got your balls literally punched by her monster strength?!" Naruto blurted out, horrified.

"HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!"

"Oh, kid… you really don't want to know," Jiraiya sighed, shaking his head. "I was hospitalized for nearly a year. Couldn't move my legs properly for months. And even now, let's just say… certain activities still hurt." He winced before flashing a thumbs-up with a bright, toothy grin. "But hey—it was worth it! Hehehe…"

Naruto wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead. "Phew… I see…"

Then, his expression shifted—his eyes gleamed with curiosity, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"So, Pervy Sage… what did Granny Tsunade's sweaty armpits taste like?" Naruto asked eagerly. "Were they, like… salty? Sweet? Tell me!"

Jiraiya smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. "Ah, come on, Naruto… you're too young for those details."

Naruto's excitement turned to frustration in an instant. "What?! No fair, old man! You can't just drop a story like that and leave me hanging!" He stomped his foot, his face turning red with indignation.

Jiraiya just chuckled, arms crossed.

"Come on! I need to know!" Naruto whined, practically vibrating with impatience.

Jiraiya leaned back, grinning smugly. "Tsunade's armpit? That's a secret you'll have to figure out for yourself one day."

"…If you even can! BAHAHAHAHA!" Jiraiya burst into laughter.

Naruto threw his hands up in frustration. "UGH, COME ON!!!"

Then, his expression softened. His shoulders slumped as a deep sigh escaped him.

"…Man, now that I think about it… there's no way I'll ever get to taste Sakura's armpits," Naruto muttered, looking downcast. "I mean, even you couldn't resist the temptation… and she's just as scary as Granny Tsunade."

Jiraiya raised an eyebrow.

Naruto sighed dramatically. "She wouldn't hesitate to knock me into next week! I'm terrified. Looks like I'll have to live the rest of my life in depression… never knowing what her armpits taste like."

Jiraiya tried to offer some encouragement, leaning back with a knowing smile. "Hmmm, don't worry, Naruto. You've got a long road ahead of you."

Naruto nodded, appreciative but a little downcast. "Well, I know… thanks, but—"

Jiraiya interrupted him with a grin, cutting him off mid-sentence. "But I personally don't think you'll pull it off. Bahahaha!"

Naruto shot him a fierce glare, fire practically burning in his eyes.

"Ughhh, just you wait, Pervy Sage!" Naruto shouted, clenching his fists. "I'll surpass you in every way—becoming a ninja better than you! And one day, I'll get my hands on Sakura's delicious armpits, Granny's, and every other girl with gorgeous armpits in Konoha—and beyond! Mark my words!"

Jiraiya chuckled and said, "Heh, You can keep dreaming about whatever you want. But we need to leave for now, and since you just wasted my time, you owe me something."

"Eh, what? There's nothing like that," Naruto exclaimed, confused.

"Hahaha, just kidding" Jiraiya replied with a laugh as they hastened their exit from the hot spring.

Later that night, Naruto hadn't slept all night, lying on his bed with his mouth drooling. His left hand gripping his penis, stroking it rapidly.

His bed was covered in big amount of cum fluids.

He closed his eyes, imagining Sakura and Tsunade standing beside him with their arms raised, while his face in the middle, indulging in the scent of their sweaty armpits after training.

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On the same morning, Neji woke up early, eager to start his training session with his team. But as he walked through the village, something felt... off. For some reason, his attention kept drifting toward the girls of Konoha.

He couldn't help but notice the smoothness of their arms, and a strange thought crossed his mind: What would their armpits be like?

Confused and frustrated, Neji tried to shake off the feeling.

"This isn't like me, he thought. What's going on?"

He had never felt this way before, and he didn't understand why the image of their armpits kept invading his mind. He even found himself distracted, almost compelled to sniff and lick... but he quickly pushed that thought away, trying to stay focused.

Neji wandered aimlessly around the village, unaware of the time passing. His steps followed the movements of the girls in the streets, his mind clouded by an urge he couldn't explain.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even realize how much time had passed until he nearly bumped into Ino.

She was casually walking with her hands behind her head, tying her hair. Neji froze, unable to tear his eyes away from her smooth, exposed armpits.

His heart raced. He had to admit, the sight was hypnotizing, and before he could even stop himself, he found himself trailing behind her, quietly trying to get a closer look.

When he checked the time, he realized that he was four hours late to meet up with his team.

"Wait, did I just spend the last four hours checking out girls' armpits?!" he thought to himself, horrified.

With that realization, Neji immediately activated his Byakugan and ran as fast as he could toward the training field. After ten minutes of sprinting, he arrived at the field, panting and out of breath.

"What is wrong with me? This strange feeling is only growing stronger," Neji thought, troubled.

Several minutes later, Neji arrived at the training field. Tenten was lounging on a tree bench, wearing a pink sleeveless shirt with her arms behind her head.

She noticed Neji's arrival and asked, "Where have you been, Neji? You're so late..."

"I was just wandering around," Neji responded, trying to conceal the real reason for his tardiness.

But as soon as he caught a glimpse of Tenten's armpits through his Byakugan, he was struck by their beauty. He could see the faint stubble and a few stray hairs that seemed freshly shaved.

"Erm, why do you have your Byakugan activated?" Tenten asked, confused. "Have you been training secretly?" 

Neji was at a loss for words and couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth. He simply stood there, staring at her armpits.

"Of course he is. That's what I thought," Lee interjected from behind, unknowingly saving Neji from answering Tenten's question.

"U-uhm... y-yeah, I was, uh... testing my limits, seeing how long I can keep my Byakugan active during a fight," Neji stuttered, trying to avoid looking at Tenten's armpits.

Tenten shrugged it off and moved on after hearing Guy shout, "TRAINING IS OVER!"

"Wait, what?" Neji exclaimed in surprise.

Tenten sighed and lowered her arms.

Guy interrupted with a smile and a thumbs-up. "Hmm, looks like you were busy sharpening your Byakugan. I'm proud of you, Neji."

"Uh… No, I was—" Neji tried to explain, but Guy suddenly cut him off.

"Alright, next training, Lee!" Guy shouted, leading the way.

"Yes, Sensei!" Lee responded as they began running around the village.

Once Guy and Lee had run off, tenten closed his eyes and sighed. "They'll never change, will they?"

Neji chuckled. "I don't think they will, ever."

As Neji climbed up the tree to sit next to Tenten, she asked, "So, were you really training like Lee said, or is there another reason for your Byakugan being active?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear you. What thoughts are you referring to?" Neji evaded the question as he climbed up the tree.

"Oh, never mind," Tenten said with a grin, sitting up.

"Anyway, Tenten, what's your take on the new rule that forced girls to wear sleeveless tops? It seemed to be causing quite a bit of grumbling from you earlier," Neji asked as Tenten finished stretching and rested both of her arms atop her head.

"Honestly, I don't see it as a big deal now. I was just confused that it happened all of a sudden," Tenten replied with a shrug.

"I see…" Neji said thoughtfully.

"But since it was Lady Tsunade who implemented the rule, and I used to wear sleeveless tops all the time in the past, it's not something new to me," Tenten added.

Neji then said, "Well, to be honest, I'm not sure if it's going to increase the success rate of our missions, though."

As their conversation continued, Neji couldn't help but sneak a few glances at Tenten's armpits, which were spread wide next to him, as he tried to act normal.

Tenten, noticing Neji's behavior, smirked. "You know, Neji, some people actually have a specific liking for armpits."

Neji was caught off guard by the unexpected topic. "W-What!? Why are you bringing that up all of a sudden?" he asked, clearly surprised.

Tenten gave him a playful grin. "Well, you can keep using your Byakugan to get a better look at my armpits if you'd like."