Chapter 111

"I'm not an old man!"

Teasing Sarutobi's student turned out unexpectedly amusing and fun, so I couldn't resist the temptation.

"Pfft, don't lie, all your hair has turned gray," I said.

"That's my natural color!"

"Uh-huh, next you'll say you haven't dyed your eyes," I skeptically chuckled. "You're not secretly playing for another team, are you? Because I wouldn't dare to approach, let alone turn my back on you."

It was just delightful to see Jiraiya's face, and I could barely contain myself from bursting into laughter. Interestingly, it was the first time someone had assumed that the famous mega pervert and lover of the female body was gay.

Judging by his bulging eyes and dropped jaw, it seemed so. I couldn't hold back any longer and collapsed to the ground in a fit of hysterical laughter, pounding the ground with my hands and howling with laughter.

However, my amusement only lasted a few minutes as the area became crowded.

"Jiraiya!!!"

Angry furies appeared on the scene, dressed only in bath towels and wearing murderous expressions. Although the somewhat unusual sight before them dimmed their righteous anger, replacing it with surprise and curiosity.

"What happened here?" asked one of the leaders of the crowd, judging by the clan marks on her face — Inuzuka.

After calming down a bit, I got up from the ground, dusted myself off, and wiped the tears from my face. Then I formed a seal and created two clones, earning numerous puzzled looks. However, that feeling quickly disappeared once one clone transformed into Jiraiya and the recent scene repeated itself.

"That's about how it went," I said, grinning widely after the shadow clones did their job and disappeared.

The pervert had been standing in shock the whole time. Perhaps the shock was too great, and his brain couldn't handle it... Haha, I "broke" the Sannin!

The crowd appreciated my efforts with smirks and some outright laughter, but it didn't save Jiraiya from the punishment he deserved, and he was brought back to his senses by chakra-reinforced fists.

Not wanting to watch the ensuing beating and ignoring the cries of pain behind me, I turned around and headed to the entrance of the hot springs. Fortunately, I didn't have to go to another place to soak — it was Monday, and the sign hanging there notified of a mixed-gender day.

After the familiar procedures, I emerged into the hot water and, assessing the present company — slightly less than a dozen men of various ages, mostly over twenty, and one woman with a two-year-old child — I entered the spring and found a comfortable spot, sinking into bliss, feeling my muscles relax.

There's nothing better for relaxation after training than hot water, especially if it's mineral-rich! Dampening a towel, I folded it and, ignoring the curious glances, placed it on my head, submerging almost up to my neck. However, the curiosity of those present could be understood — there were many seals visible on the upper half of my body.

Given the shortage of fuinjutsu masters in the village, such attention from shinobi was quite understandable. Leaning back against a large, sloping rock and using my clasped hands as a pillow, I closed my eyes in bliss, paying no attention to the surrounding world. It was time to use my sensory gift while my body rested.

Muting my senses, I first determined the positions of the surrounding shinobi, and then the crowd of kunoichi who had beaten Jiraiya. The radius of my internal radar rapidly expanded, and in a few moments, all of Konoha was under my purview. Ignoring the small and medium chakra signatures, I sought out the largest among the thousands.

Of course, the first recognized gigantic chakras belonged to Mito, the pervert, and Toki Senju. Some I didn't recognize, like the two in the Hokage Tower, but within the entire village, Tsunade's familiar chakra was absent. Of course, numerous barriers greatly hindered recognition, but I was able to detect Mito even behind her super-fancy barrier, so Senju couldn't just hide easily, especially since she wasn't particularly accustomed to stealth at home, unlike her teammates who successfully suppressed chakra leakage from genin level to almost chuunin.

With a disappointed sigh, I restored the block on my sixth sense and relaxed, completely surrendering to the bliss of the hot spring.

An hour later, when all tension had left my body, I decided I had devoted enough time to rest, got up, and without paying attention to the assessing looks of some women, I got out of the water. The vast majority of shinobi and kunoichi treat nudity with little reverence compared to ordinary people.

For some, it's their main distraction weapon, so I didn't even think of being embarrassed, especially since joint baths with Saya trained me in this regard. Besides, I had something to show off thanks to intensified training. By the way, the people living in Konoha have surprisingly smooth skin, practically hairless all over their bodies.

On the head, lower abdomen, and that's it, no hair grows elsewhere. It raises certain thoughts about artificial creation or systematic alteration of the genotype of the local human. I don't know about other countries, but most likely the situation is similar there.

And someone will still tell me about the natural emergence of enhanced genomes! Nonsense! They were definitely engineered, and with the collapse of the previous civilization, they proliferated greatly.

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