Pervert! Die!

Steam swirled around as crystal-clear water droplets slowly slid down the woman's fair and translucent skin.

Concealed by the hot spring's water and mist, the fullness of her chest was faintly discernible, and her perfectly proportioned, slim figure radiated beauty.

The woman soaked entirely in the hot spring, with only the upper half of her head above water, blew bubbles with her mouth while whispering to her companion in a somewhat conflicted tone:

"A-Li, that child seems strange. She's been there for quite a while."

As she spoke, she pointed to a tree outside the bathhouse.

Her companion, referred to as A-Li, followed the direction of her pointing finger.

Outside the bathhouse stood a lush tree, its branches extending over the bathhouse wall. On one of those branches lay a petite pink-haired girl with her hands resting behind her head.

"You're overthinking it. After all, Mei Ling, your figure is just too good~~~"

"Hehe, let me feel it. I swear it's gotten even bigger."

The woman named A-Li suddenly pounced on Mei Ling, causing a splash of water.

"Ah!"

"You! Are you trying to kill me?!"

Mei Ling exclaimed in shock, hastily shielding her important areas. However, her best friend's mischievous hands couldn't be stopped...

Sakura cast a glance at the bathhouse's frolicking scene in the distance, utterly unmoved.

Heh, women? They held no interest for Sakura at the moment.

Just bags of bones covered in flesh…

Still, speaking of which, that woman called Mei Ling was quite endowed. What on earth did she eat to grow like that? Probably just slightly smaller than Tsunade...

Sakura had been staking out at several bathhouses in Konoha for a week, never bothering to hide her presence and openly observing.

Thanks to her being a girl, even when spotted, no one chased her away. In fact, a few cheeky older sisters had invited her to join them in the bath.

All such offers were flatly rejected by Sakura.

If she went into the bath and ran into Jiraiya, wouldn't that be a free show for him?

Although she doubted Jiraiya would be interested in her flat chest anyway.

Hmm?

With a blade of grass in her mouth, Sakura's peripheral vision caught a movement in the nearby bushes.

A tall figure with white hair was crouched there, peeking through the gaps in the bathhouse's wall with a lecherous expression. He wore red-brown attire and carried a massive scroll on his back. The drool running down his face was enough to make Sakura speechless.

Serves him right that this guy could never win over Tsunade.

How could someone like Jiraiya compare to Tsunade's late "White Moonlight"?

That pervy, punchable face... Sakura herself wanted to deck him.

Taking a deep breath, Sakura shouted toward the bathhouse:

"There's a peeping tom outside!"

"Quick, catch that pervert!"

As soon as these words left her mouth, a chorus of startled cries erupted from the bathhouse. The women scrambled out of the hot spring, rushing to the changing room.

Meanwhile, the pervy man stiffened and slowly turned his head toward the source of the voice—Sakura, sitting in the tree.

"Ahhh!"

"You little brat!"

The white-haired man, clearly irritated, glared at the pink-haired girl in the tree.

Jiraiya had noticed Sakura's presence long ago but initially assumed she was just a fellow kindred spirit. He hadn't expected her to ruin his fun.

"What are you doing!"

Sakura jumped down from the tree, standing her ground as she confronted the man.

Jiraiya glanced at the pink-haired girl before him. His gaze briefly shifted downward, and he muttered regretfully:

"Guess you'll need a lot of milk in the future…"

"Huh?"

Sakura, confused for a moment, followed Jiraiya's gaze to her flat chest. A vein popped on her forehead.

This guy dared mock her?

Sakura couldn't believe Jiraiya didn't know she was Sarutobi Hiruzen's disciple. Given his excellent information network, this should've been obvious.

But she hadn't expected their first meeting to turn out like this.

Her fist clenched tightly.

"Pervert! Die!"

With a whooshing sound, her fist shot straight at Jiraiya without hesitation!

Jiraiya, seeing the incoming punch, let a glimmer of sharpness flicker in his otherwise carefree eyes.

When he first returned to Konoha, he had sought out Sarutobi Hiruzen and learned about this new little junior of his, including her monstrous strength.

However, even knowing this, Jiraiya didn't dodge. He wanted to test her strength for himself.

Today's bathhouse appearance was actually because of her.

As for peeking?

A novelist gathering material for inspiration couldn't be called peeking. It was research!

Jiraiya extended his hand to meet Sakura's fist.

Sure, she had monstrous strength, but she was still a twelve-year-old girl. As for the rumors about her blocking Orochimaru...

Jiraiya assumed Orochimaru hadn't been serious, merely testing her.

A mere twelve-year-old couldn't possibly be that strong.

Now, let me, her senior, show her what real strength looks like.

Let her know what it means to be invincible.

Bang!

Jiraiya's tall figure turned into a black blur as he was sent flying into the nearby river, creating a massive splash.

What the—?! Is this really a twelve-year-old child?!

Impossible!

Sarutobi, did you hold back when teaching me compared to Tsunade and Orochimaru?

This pink-haired girl was like a miniature Tsunade!

Feeling the same overwhelming force as Tsunade's, Jiraiya, sprawled in the river, began questioning his life.

"Hmph, for a senior, you're nothing special," Sakura sneered, standing on a bridge railing with her arms crossed.

"You couldn't even handle one punch from me. You're far behind Orochimaru."

Sakura hadn't used her full strength, considering she needed Jiraiya's help in a fight a month from now. It wouldn't do to injure him severely like Tsunade might.

"Ribbit~~"

Jiraiya, soaked and disheveled, spat out a frog that had somehow ended up in his mouth. His lifeless eyes stared at the confident pink-haired girl.

Alright, not only did he recognize her, but she also knew who he was. This punch was definitely payback…

But comparing him to Orochimaru?

In terms of running away, he really couldn't compete. Otherwise, he wouldn't have failed to catch him after all these years.

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