(This is my first time doing this kind of thing so if there is mistake or a better alternative you can think of let me know.)
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When Naruto saw today's date on the calendar and sat up abruptly from his own bed, he shivered sharply. It wasn't because of the weather—after all, it was early autumn now, and even being naked wouldn't feel particularly cold.
What truly made Naruto shiver was the significance of this day, and the thing he had to do on it.
Logically speaking, there were almost no people or things in the Hidden Leaf Village that could frighten Naruto at this point. Except for Iruka, who was responsible for teaching him, almost everyone else, whether adults or children, kept their distance from him.
To say they "kept their distance" is a bit understated. In fact, the villagers' attitude toward Naruto was one of disgust mixed with fear. This feeling made it hard for them to truly frighten Naruto; at most, it only caused Naruto to feel some resentment and sadness about not being accepted.
Therefore, Naruto's mischief was almost completely unmatched in the village — including but not limited to graffiti on the very important Hokage Rock with paint, and peeping into the women's bathhouse.
However, these offenses, which would have landed an ordinary ninja in the jail or the Anbu for tea, at most earned Naruto a stern scolding from Iruka or a beating from the furious women in the bathhouse. This near-indulgent attitude naturally made Naruto's personality rougher. Although he didn't understand why the villagers shunned him, he gradually understood that no one in the village was truly someone to fear.
Therefore, the fact that Naruto shivered out of fear was indeed very unusual.
But no matter how much he denied it, Naruto still had to do this extremely frightening thing. After dawdling as he got dressed and casually drinking a carton of milk from the fridge, Naruto jumped straight out the bedroom window and hurriedly rushed toward the agreed meeting place.
Hidden Leaf Village was indeed a very large village, and its environment was considered among the best. At the appointed time, Naruto dashed out of the village's market district and arrived at a sparsely populated corner. This place had once been a residential area, but it was obvious it hadn't been maintained for years. The overgrown roads and broken-down houses clearly showed that no one had lived here for a long time. Only the cracked and weathered walls bore half of a fan-shaped family crest silently telling stories of former glory.
The overgrown roads, dark and dilapidated houses, and the eerie silence with no one around easily made one think of ruins haunted by monsters. Naruto, already somewhat fearful, scrunched up his six whisker marks on his face in fright. His headband was pushed up by his stiff hair standing on end — "hair standing on end" perfectly described his current state.
"You! You're late!"
Suddenly, a fierce voice sounded behind Naruto. Already on edge, Naruto screamed loudly and instinctively spun around, dropping to the ground, clutching his head, begging repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please spare me! I really don't know the way here well!!"
"Hmph!"
Accompanied by crisp footsteps, a pair of ninja sandals appeared in front of Naruto. The toes were delicate, round, and fair, seemingly expressing the unique beauty and purity of a young girl. However, the owner of this foot spoke coldly:
"Same old rule, you know it, right? I told you, for every minute you're late, you work ten extra minutes. You've already wasted a lot of time today!"
"Ugh~!"
Shaking all over, Naruto instinctively clung to a nearby utility pole, his eyes fixed on the figure before him. Without a doubt, this presence was the source of his unparalleled fear.
The figure was undeniably a child about Naruto's age, with a fair and delicate oval face that gave a natural impression of obedience. Short hair framed her face with two bangs on either side, giving a quiet and reserved look. Her clothes were simple and conservative—a plain jacket and pants—with none of the accessories or dyed hair that girls her age often pursued. She gave off a sense of pure natural calm and peace.
At least, that's how it appeared from those details.
However, all of that changed abruptly once attention was drawn to her eyes.
The girl's eyes were extremely unusual, unlike normal pupils. Instead, they were completely pure white. What should have been the iris and pupil were covered by a layer of pure white film, resembling exaggerated white contact lenses.
These pupil-less eyes, in the shadows cast by backlight, revealed a terrifying ruthlessness and sharpness. Especially against the backdrop of the dilapidated environment, she looked like a girl possessed by a vengeful spirit—truly frightening.
Hyuga Hinata.
That was the girl's name, and she was Naruto's classmate at the Ninja Academy. Academically, she was average. She never spoke proactively in class, and while her presence was low-key, she appeared harmless.
However, about half a month ago, Naruto had the misfortune to witness the true nature hidden beneath her harmless exterior.
So, although her eyes were pure white, to Naruto, they were definitely a pair of blackened, corrupted eyes full of countless dark malice. They brought him not only fear but also an inescapable sense of despair.
"Hmph~!"
Hinata coldly stared at Naruto, who was clutching the utility pole. She reached into her jacket pocket and began searching. This movement made Naruto close his eyes in near despair. He had no idea what kind of tool this darkened classmate intended to use to punish him.
Plop~!
A thick stack of something fell onto Naruto's head, nearly making him jump. After trembling for a few seconds and almost tearing up, the boy shakily opened his eyes and looked at the pile that had fallen into his lap.
"Huh?"
Unexpectedly, it wasn't the terrible tool Naruto had imagined, but rather a thick stack of bills. Large-denomination bills in units of a thousand ryō made Naruto instinctively widen his eyes. A quick glance showed there were about a hundred notes—meaning one hundred thousand ryō.
In the ninja world, the currency value was basically equivalent to the Japanese yen in real life. One hundred thousand ryō was an impressive sum. Naruto's monthly orphan allowance was only about fifteen hundred ryō. Suddenly seeing so much money made him look up with a bit of awe, unsure what this frightening classmate meant.
"This is your share, a 70-30 split. I told you, if we cooperate, we'll make big money."
Hinata proudly raised her head. From this angle, Naruto could see her soft, fair neck like that of a swan. However, her words stunned Naruto, who then stammered tremblingly, "Y-you... you really sold those photos?"
"Of course! Otherwise where would all this money come from to share with you? Enough talking, hurry up and get ready. Today, we need to prepare the second batch of photos! Last time's album sales were absolutely amazing!"
With a sly grin, Hinata opened a small bag on her back and threw a piece of clothing at Naruto. "Put this on. Today's photo collection is called 'The Fallen Shrine Maiden Imprisoned in the Desolate Shrine.' We only have two hours, so it's very tight!"
"Wah~ You said... you wouldn't let others see those photos..."
Tears streaming down his face, Naruto was genuinely crying. Although fearless by nature, that didn't mean he wasn't worried—especially about photos of him cross-dressing being sold as albums. This made him feel utterly hopeless.
"Why the hell are you worried! Those photos only sold because you used your seduction jutsu, didn't you? If you keep whining, I'll show that photo to Sakura. You know what that means, right?!"
Hinata shouted harshly at the blond boy before her. Malice was visible in her white eyes, almost tangible: "Hurry up! Aren't you the one who loves transformation jutsu? With this talent, you can make so much money. What do you have to complain about?"
"Wah~ Wahh~ I get it…"
Wiping his tears, Naruto stood up with watery eyes and helplessly formed the hand signs for transformation jutsu: "Seduction Jutsu!"
With a loud bang of smoke, the Naruto who had been standing there disappeared. In his place stood a tall, slender, blonde naked woman — unmistakably the transformed image created by Naruto's jutsu. Her skin was smooth and slender with a healthy tan, and her long, straight legs were like ivory sculptures. Her delicate arms shyly covered her full, soft breasts. On her beautiful, delicate cheeks were two tear streaks that made her look pitiful, and her occasional sniffles gave off the air of a hurt little animal.
Yes, the Seduction Jutsu.
Naruto had once been proud of this unique ninja technique. It was a specialty jutsu he developed after peeping countless times at female bathhouses and reading lots of adult magazines—taking the essence and discarding the rubbish. The core secret was to transform into an irresistibly charming woman to attack the ugly minds of men. Its power was beyond words. The first time he used it, it immediately knocked out his instructor, the Chunin Iruka.
But now Naruto only regretted creating this jutsu, because his nightmare began about half a month ago when he revealed it in class.
"Good~ Quickly put on the shrine maiden outfit I gave you. We're starting the shoot!"
Pulling a high-end camera from her small backpack, Hinata licked her lips with a sinister smile. The sight of her pink little tongue sent shivers down Naruto's spine. Begrudgingly, Naruto bit his teeth and tearfully put on the red-and-white shrine maiden costume. Fortunately, compared to the two extremely revealing fishnet outfits from before, this shrine maiden outfit could at least be called clothing.
Seeing Naruto dressed, Hinata raised the camera and her tone took on a particularly lewd flavor.
"Good~ Good~ Look here and do your opening self-introduction. Na-ru-to-kun!"
Naruto trembled at that name but forced a smile and gathered his energy to pose with full spirit. Wearing the red-and-white shrine maiden outfit, he radiated the vibe of a lively heroine.
"Uh~ Hello everyone~ I'm your good friend, the embodiment of energy~Miko-chan~"
"Today! We'll also work hard to exorcise those filthy demons!"
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A morning that makes one weary once again...
Staring blankly at the sunlight streaming through the window, Sasuke unusually didn't get up early. Although known for his diligent training, sometimes even Sasuke allowed his body to be lazy like this.