People are in Konoha, this Naruto lies flat

Naruto didn't care whether Kyuubi really understood it or not, anyway, these were just his whims. It happened that Kyuubi had promised him last time, so he simply took care of the matter while he was not busy.

With a snap of his fingers, Naruto's consciousness disappeared from the sealed space.

The sky is getting dark gradually, and the midsummer night is sultry.

At the entrance of the convenience store, Naruto, who was squatting on the roadside and licking ice cream, saw a pair of men's legs in his sight.

"what?"

"Damn you brat, your name is Toad Immortal! And... don't block the way."

The old man who calls himself Toad Immortal has unruly white hair on his head. He wears an iron forehead protector with the word "oil" printed on his forehead. He wears a fishing net training suit with a brown lining and a red coat on the outside.

There are two vertical lines painted on the side in red oil paint.

"Uncle, you are still so middle-aged at such a young age." Naruto recognized Jiraiya, but did not move his position at all.

He took a lick of the ice cream and glanced sideways at Jiraiya and said.

"What a sad man."

"You guy, you speak so rudely, be careful of getting beaten, damn it!" Jiraiya couldn't bear it anymore, the smile on his face could no longer be stretched, he rolled up his sleeves and threatened.

"Hey, uncle, you'd better be careful. Last time I saw you using low-level methods to spy on women." Naruto sucked on the ice cream, his smooth forehead exposed. He was used to it now.

Don’t wear a forehead protector when on duty.

Anyway, no one cares, you can play whatever you want.

"Low-level means?" Jiraiya frowned, "What do you, a brat, know? I was just picking it up."

"You struck up a conversation and got slapped, the idiot followed the girl and was chased for eight streets, and..."

"You were spying on me?" Jiraiya said in surprise, "How did you know?"

"I have VIP membership in all the hot spring baths in Konoha."

"Damn it, how can you, a brat, be so rich?" Jiraiya had a trace of cold sweat on his forehead and began to realize something was wrong.

"If you have money, you can do whatever you want." After saying that, Naruto also finished the ice cream, stood up with an ice cream stick and looked at Jiraiya and said, "Uncle, I think you are a down-and-out writer.

Bar?"

"Oh? How did you see that?" Jiraiya became interested after hearing this, and an expectant smile bloomed on his face.

"It's easy to recognize him. He looks wretched, lecherous, behaves suspiciously, and says strange things such as the source material. If he's not a writer, he's just a pervert."

Hearing that Naruto's words didn't sound like compliments, the smile on Jiraiya's face froze.

Naruto ignored Jiraiya's expression and said to himself.

"But I guess, uncle, even if you are a writer, you must be the kind of writer who is forbidden to do anything, and you don't have any good works."

"You kid, don't judge a book by its cover! The book I wrote is a best-selling book through the ages!" Jiraiya couldn't stand Naruto's nonchalant tone, and some of his superiors argued.

"A strange book through the ages? Uncle, have you read The Golden Ping Mei?"

"What... what plum?" Jiraiya was slightly stunned. Hearing the title of the book gave him goosebumps.

Plum blossoms have an extraordinary status in the cultural circle of the ninja world. They are more beautiful flowers than cherry blossoms. Geishas will wear plum blossoms in February, and girls from the Land of Fire will say to their sweethearts that my heart is like a plum blossom.

If there is a metaphor, it is a sentence of confession just like the moonlight is so beautiful.

Such pure and cool flowers should be stored in the most elegant containers, but such a tacky container as the golden vase is actually combined with plum blossoms, giving people an unattainable but chaotic hazy feeling.

Just by reading the name, you can tell that this is a work of genius!

"Tell me, where can I buy that book?" Jiraiya grabbed Naruto's hand and asked slightly excitedly.

"That is an ancient book that was found in a garbage dump. I was lucky enough to read it and it was also a broken copy." Naruto casually broke the popsicle stick and told Jiraiya a story about Pan Jinlian.

Even though Naruto spoke intermittently and his words were very casual, Jiraiya still easily absorbed it. A good story has no dimension. When he heard it, Jiraiya's eyes lit up for a while, and then the story stopped abruptly.

"No more? You continue to talk?" Jiraiya collapsed a little.

"I forgot." Naruto threw the popsicle stick broken in half into the trash can, "and I'm going home."

Jiraiya was halfway through the story when he was bursting with inspiration. How could he let Naruto leave like this and quickly followed him.

"How could you leave in the middle of a conversation like this? You can at least tell me what happened after knocking over the bamboo pole? It's so bitter when you hear it... Bah, it's quite a story when you hear it."

"When I say I forgot, I forgot." Naruto ignored Jiraiya and walked forward without looking back.

"You kid, why can't you make sense!" Jiraiya reached forward with his big hand, trying to hold Naruto back.

Naruto, as if he had eyes on his back, turned sideways to avoid Jiraiya's grasp. Jiraiya's pupils expanded sharply, and he thought that his attack speed should not be slow, not that a genin could avoid it.

of.

He grabbed it again with his backhand, and Naruto jumped away.

After a few moments, he climbed onto the tree with both feet, jumped onto the roof and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Jiraiya stood there, the night wind blowing through his loose robes. He was stunned for a while and then smiled. This child and his father's temperaments are at opposite extremes. If the Minato couple were still there, they would probably have a headache.

Stepping on his clogs, Jiraiya sighed and walked away in another direction.

He didn't want to come back on this trip. He didn't agree with the ideas of the old guys in Konoha. It was better to collect information outside than to stay in this depressing village.

...

Naruto did not go home after leaving. After wandering around the street, he went to the Yamanaka family's flower shop.

He hasn't seen Hinata this month, and the barbecue appointment is naturally far away. After wandering around the streets for a month, Naruto has become a qualified streetwalker. But this boring life will soon be over.

, because tomorrow is the third round of the Chunin Examination.

Ino was bored looking at the store and was about to close it when the wind chime at the door rang.

"Welcome...Naruto?" Ino blinked, "Why are you here?"

"Buy flowers."

"Eh? Naruto, you actually know how to buy flowers?" Ino said, but she still stood up, "Let me help you choose. Who do you want to give it to?"

"Please don't inquire into the guests' privacy, okay?" Naruto complained, "I want a white chrysanthemum, please help me put it on."

"Hmm?" Ino neatly wrapped the white chrysanthemum, raised her head and asked, "Who do you want to pay homage to?"

"Ah, yes." Naruto couldn't say that it was prepared for the third generation out of convenience.