Many years ago, late one night, Jiraiya infiltrated a village entirely composed of women to peeping. This village was called Fuzhi Village.
Fuzhi Village had a peculiar custom: for the sake of future generations' genetics, every female ninja would seek out a man stronger than herself to bear a child, and the child would be raised in the village. As for the men, if there was affection, they could become a live-in husband; if not, they were merely a one-time commodity.
Alas, Jiraiya, the peeper, was discovered. After a bout of utter chaos, he found himself cornered at the village entrance. Given Jiraiya's strength, the women he'd spied on not only refrained from beating him but were deeply captivated by the old man standing at their gate.
Wait, no, considering his age at the time, he would have been a young man.
This included Fuzhi Jingxiang's mother, who was a village official at the time.
Fuzhi Jingxiang's mother challenged Jiraiya. Jiraiya, unable to intentionally hold back his strength like Itachi could, was forced into a draw. According to custom, the victor was to become a live-in husband. Although her chest was also quite ample, Jiraiya's heart belonged to his teammate with a 106-centimeter bust, so he deliberately held back just enough to secure a draw.
Stymied by this 'bug' in the rules, Jingxiang's mother decided to challenge him to another match, but Jiraiya refused, saying he'd leave the opportunity to the next generation—specifically, his disciple.
When Jiraiya proposed this condition, he hadn't considered the consequences at all. Fuzhi Jingxiang was the same age as Naruto. At that time, Fuzhi Jingxiang's mother hadn't even found a second man to 'borrow seed' from. Chronologically, Naruto might not have even been a fertilized egg yet; at the very least, Minato and Kushina were still alive.
In other words, Jiraiya hadn't even considered the possibility that one day, if a woman went to Konoha to 'borrow seed' from Minato, he might be beaten to death by Kushina.
Fuzhi Jingxiang originally had a boy she liked, but unfortunately, he met with an accident recently and left her forever. Heartbroken, she decided to follow the village's arrangements: leave the village to train and fulfill the agreement made years ago.
Unexpectedly, just a few stops after setting out, she encountered Naruto and his master, led astray by a dog that just wandered aimlessly.
Is it any wonder they say everything is possible with a husky-like dog? Even if it led him to the Land of Rain now, Naruto wouldn't be surprised. After all, its name is Shunfeng [Smooth Wind], so delivering a package to Pain wouldn't be strange at all.
Now, with all of Akatsuki still alive, even if Naruto told Jiraiya all the intelligence, Jiraiya would still have to be carried out on a stretcher if he went in—or perhaps not even come out at all.
"So Shinichi-kun is Jiraiya's disciple?" the tall woman asked, watching Naruto swing his arms as he walked back. Then, remembering she hadn't introduced herself, she added, "Hello, my name is Fuzhi Liuhong."
"I am not."
Naruto continued to talk nonsense. He knew the origin of this whole affair, and it was troublesome: "Have you ever seen a master who just randomly kicks his disciple for no reason?"
"You brat! Would I kick you if you hadn't claimed not to know me?" Jiraiya feigned anger.
Naruto continued to concoct excuses: "Just because two random people ask me, I'm supposed to say I know you? What if they were your enemies trying to capture me to threaten you?"
"If they captured you, couldn't you resist?"
"I don't like to fight."
Upon hearing this, Jiraiya became even more incensed, so much so that he laughed. "You don't like to fight? Then who was it who went looking for trouble whenever he saw a fight along the way? Do you take me for a blind man?"
Jiraiya couldn't fathom why this kept happening. All along their journey, whenever there was a fight nearby, it would inexplicably involve this child or his dog. Then, just as inexplicably, the child would get dragged into it. Except for that one staged fight before, there was never an exception; he'd even get involved if two pigs were brawling nearby.
What truly irked Jiraiya was the last part: he believed that if he hadn't eaten so much wild game, he wouldn't have developed a little belly.
However, what comforted Jiraiya was that while Naruto did fight, he never fought to kill. At most, he'd sustain some injuries, and afterwards, Jiraiya would send him to the Fire Capital Hospital.
"I was forced into it, wasn't I?" Naruto protested.
A husky paired with the Kusanagi Sword's entrance passive skill was simply astonishing, like a chemical reaction.
Naruto understood the reason, but he still hadn't given up on his tendency to 'draw his sword' upon entry. His purpose for coming out wasn't just to travel, but also to train. Why wouldn't he fight when he had the chance to spar with people?
Naruto learned fighting techniques, and those who ended up hospitalized also learned a few things, though they always felt a nauseating sensation, as if they'd been bitten by a dog. This was because Naruto always gave a different name each time, coupled with his reckless, charge-through-everything fighting style. So, they secretly gave him a nickname: Konoha's Mad... Rabid Dog.
"You were forced? If you managed to dodge it, couldn't you just pretend you didn't see it? Why did you insist on getting involved?"
"But I'm training, aren't I? How can I improve without fighting people?"
"Cultivation is about cultivating the mind! Don't you understand that excessive obsession with power will make you lose your true self?!"
Kakashi's teaching style focused on what you needed, Orochimaru would unearth all your potential, but Jiraiya—his primary focus was on ideology. He wouldn't teach his disciples much; merely enough for self-preservation. The rest, he would teach them what the power of belief was—a power that would allow one to steadfastly advance along the path of strength. Orochimaru didn't understand this point, which is why everyone he brought out lost their way, such as Kabuto and Sasuke.
Seeing the people on the street starting to gather, Naruto decided not to argue with him any further and casually replied, "I understand."
Jiraiya flared up and delivered a kick: "You wicked disciple! What have you understood now?!"
I wasn't paying attention for a moment, and you managed to say that phrase again?!
Thud. Naruto, having blocked the attack, slid back a few meters. He then returned and demanded, "So, do you want me to understand, or do you want me not to understand?!"
Fuzhi Liuhong stepped forward to intervene. "Sirs, might we move our discussion elsewhere? I happen to have something to discuss with both of you as well."
She could tell that despite their fierce arguments, their bond was strong.
"My apologies for the spectacle," Jiraiya said politely, then glanced at Fuzhi Jingxiang, who was draped in a white robe that even covered her head. He felt even more awkward.
What kind of karma have I brought upon myself?
The small town was not large, and restaurants were few. After searching several, they finally found one that allowed pets.
Inside, the four found a corner to sit in. Naruto sat beside Jiraiya, facing Fuzhi Liuhong and Fuzhi Jingxiang.
Picking up his cup and taking a sip of wine, Jiraiya looked at Fuzhi Jingxiang, who had pulled down her white robe to reveal her face, and asked, "So, your purpose for coming out this time is to fulfill that old wager?"
The wine was brought out by Naruto. Though the aged fine wine brewed by dwarves could still get you drunk if you drank too much, it wasn't as intoxicating as the liquor in the Naruto world, nor was it harmful to the body, and it even had some nourishing properties.
"Yes and no, but since we've met, resolving it would be good," Fuzhi Liuhong said, looking at Naruto. She had just overheard the content of their argument and knew he was someone who loved to fight, which would be perfect for a match with Miss Jingxiang.
Naruto and Jingxiang both remained silent. Naruto was stroking a snow ferret, while Jingxiang was lost in thought, her eyes conveying an indifference to all arrangements.
The scene was bizarre, like two sets of parents on a blind date, with one person distracted by their phone and the other just wanting to marry anyone.
Naruto stared absently at the ceiling. Although Fuzhi Jingxiang was still quite pretty, he didn't really pay her any mind. This was because he disdained such behavior, akin to 'seeking a child with heavy rewards.'
Jiraiya doesn't just have one disciple, me. There's another in the Land of Rain, an unparalleled expert, currently the strongest in the ninja world—definitely meeting your requirements. Though whether you can win him over from Sister Nan, I wouldn't know. Even if you did win him over, with Nagato's body, whether you could 'get anything out of him' is another question entirely.
"Naruto, what's your take?" Jiraiya asked, nudging him. During their conversation, he had told Fuzhi Liuhong Naruto's real name, so he didn't use Naruto's newly coined name. It was he who had agreed to the wager back then, but he also had to consider Naruto's feelings; he wasn't the kind of person to force his disciple.
"What take?"
"The match with Miss Jingxiang." Jiraiya stared into his wine cup, concealing his awkwardness.
"Why?" Naruto asked. He knew all the antecedents and consequences, but he couldn't show it.
Liuhong, sensing Jiraiya's awkwardness, offered to rescue the situation: "Allow me to explain. It went like this, and then like that..."
After listening, Naruto deployed his acting skills, honed from Koyuki Kazahana, and exclaimed in shock, "You pervy old man, you set me up!"
"Ahem... How can this be considered setting you up?"
As he spoke, Jiraiya took another sip of wine. "Look, the young lady isn't bad either, is she?"
Do you honestly believe that if I agreed, she wouldn't decline within three years? 'Fair skin covers a myriad of flaws, but getting fat ruins everything'—that's no joke, you know.
"When you proposed that condition back then, did you consider your disciple's feelings?"
"But I'm asking for your opinion right now, aren't I?"
"Then you don't have any other disciples?"
At this, Jiraiya's hand froze. He thought of his other disciple, Minato, and then he thought of Kushina... Then his hand violently trembled, nearly spilling his wine, and a bead of cold sweat trickled down his temple. When he had proposed that condition back then, Minato was still alive. Jiraiya secretly wiped away the cold sweat. What on earth had blinded him back then to propose such a terrifying condition?
Gulping down the wine in his cup to calm his nerves, Jiraiya said, "So, do you agree or not?"
"I don't agree."
"Why?"
Naruto gave him a deadpan look: "I cultivate my mind. I don't fight."
Slam!
Jiraiya slammed his hand down, shattering the wine cup on the table. "Was that what I meant when I talked to you earlier?!"
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