Chapter 5 Where's My Pipe?
In the remaining memories of Naruto, which were fused within Kizaru, there was a process for the Ninja Registration Book.
Take a photo?
Kizaru wandered around the Village for quite some time, constantly familiarizing himself with this somewhat familiar yet quite strange Village.
Everything was so novel, everything was different from his original world.
Immersed in this exotic atmosphere for a while, Kizaru couldn't help but feel a bit fascinated.
His current experience was simply unbelievable.
He had never heard of or seen such a thing before.
Walking on the bustling streets, he felt the vibrancy of this world.
This world had many strong individuals, but there were no pirates causing chaos; it was quite peaceful, wasn't it?
Kizaru sighed endlessly in his heart.
However, many years later, whenever he recalled this sigh, he would mock his youthful ignorance, thinking, 'This world, peaceful my foot!'
As Kizaru walked and observed, a photography studio appeared before him, quite fittingly.
Hmm~
Let's get the registration photo taken~
He stepped inside.
"Photo~"
Kizaru only said two words.
The old man taking the photos looked at Narutoand nodded.
"First, decide on your pose, and the time and place for the photo~"
"Right now, right here, just like this~"
The current Kizaru wasn't so particular.
"Alright, please sit on the chair."
Kizaru sat down as instructed, his hands and feet a bit nervous.
This was his first time taking a photo since coming to this world.
"Be natural~" The old man looked at the serious and nervous Naruto, frowning slightly.
Natural, huh... Kizaru relaxed his body, and his entire body began to slide down, his upper body completely slumped onto the chair, while his two legs crossed and rested on a nearby table.
The old photographer's face immediately darkened.
You call that natural?
"Put your feet down, sit properly in a normal posture~"
"Oh, oh" Kizaru sat down as requested.
"Smile~"
Smile, since coming to this world, he hadn't really smiled much.
Naruto's lips curved upwards, and he smiled.
This smile... The old photographer was shocked once again. How could there be such a smile in the world!
But, never mind.
Click!
A photo was taken.
The old man developed it on the spot and handed it to Naruto.
Naruto looked at the photo, a satisfied expression appearing on his face.
Although the yellow hair, blue pupils, and the three whiskers on each cheek clearly told him that this wasn't himself.
However, that iconic smile clearly told him that this was him!
With the photo, he arrived at the registration office.
He received a Ninja Registration Certificate, affixed the photo, and began to fill out the form.
Registration Number: 102607
Then he filled in the basic information and attached the photo.
Perfect!
He then entered a room and submitted the form.
An old man with a wrinkled face, wearing a red hat with the character for 'fire' on it, dressed in white clothes, and with a pipe in his mouth, was waiting for him along with a Ninja wearing a vest.
Huh~
Huh?
Isn't this old man the third one on the Village's statue... Is this the Third Hokage?
He looks quite kind.
But, for some reason, Naruto always felt that this old man gave him a somewhat familiar feeling~
After submitting the registration certificate, Kizarusat on the chair, thinking hard.
Where was that familiar feeling from?
Ding!
A flash of inspiration.
He remembered!
The feeling of being spied on that occasionally appeared after he came to this world was exactly the same as the feeling this old man gave him~
Could it be that this old man... has some kind of strange habit?
Huh~
His real age was already close to this old man's, perhaps a bit younger, but... just thinking of that terrifying possibility, Kizaru almost didn't dare to look at the Third Hokage.
The Third Hokage, holding the Ninja Registration Book, looked at the information on it, and then at Naruto's photo.
Everything was quite normal, except for... Naruto's shocking smile.
How to describe this smile? It was simply demonic!
How could anyone smile like that in the world, and how could anyone curve their lips like that!
Such a handsome young man, how did his mouth get so crooked when he smiled?
The Third Hokage glanced at Naruto, his face full of strangeness, "Very good, everything is perfect except for the smile in the photo..."
"Haha, isn't it great, especially the smile, that's my masterpiece."
"What did you say? Except for the smile? That's my proudest work!"
Kizaru was initially cheerful, but upon hearing the Third Hokage's words, he instantly wanted to jump up.
Something's wrong, why is my personality somewhat like a child's?
Is it influenced by the original owner of the body?
The Third Hokage took a deep puff from his pipe, "So, take another one!"
"I won't!"
"Take another one!"
Hmph!
The two stared at each other.
Kizaru suddenly stood up.
A surge of anger rushed to his mind, and his body began to disobey him.
His hands quickly formed the "un" seal.
Transformation!
A naked girl with pigtails, a prominent chest and buttocks, appeared in his place, while white clouds of mist covered the critical areas, vaguely visible, making her even more alluring.
Sexy Jutsu!
The Third Hokage fell backward, and blood spurted from his nose, forming a long stream!
The Third Hokage lay on the ground, his body twitching.
Kizaru dispelled the transformation, returning to his original form.
He felt utterly mortified!
The Ninjutsu created by the original owner of this body was truly, truly... utterly lewd!
For a soul of a fifty-something-year-old man to use this move was simply an insult to refinement!
Just now, if he hadn't suddenly lost control of his body... he would never have used this move.
However, if someone were to use this move on him, he might... enjoy the view.
The Third Hokage sat back on his chair, wiping his nosebleed with a handkerchief.
Just then, a brat rushed in, shouting something, and charging at the Third Hokage with a kunai.
As for what he said, Kizaru, who only wanted to crawl into a hole, didn't hear clearly at all.
Splat!
The little brat fell to the ground.
Kizaru looked at the scarf around his neck.
Such a long scarf, dragging on the ground, it would be abnormal not to fall!
"You must have ambushed me just now!"
The little brat turned to Naruto, pointing his index finger at him, his face full of certainty.
Kizaru ignored him completely. He walked to the Third Hokage, bowed slightly, then turned and walked out!
The little brat, Konohamaru Sarutobi, the Third Hokage's grandson, who received no response, remained foolishly posed and dumbfounded.
Seeing Naruto about to leave completely, Konohamaru stepped forward to chase after him.
Ebisu, who followed closely, looked around the room but didn't see Konohamaru.
"Lord Third, where is the young master?"
The Third Hokage finally wiped his nosebleed clean, "He just ran out with Naruto."
"What!!!"
Ebisu's mouth gaped open, wide enough to swallow a basketball.
Then he quickly dashed out.
"Sigh, why has every day turned out like this..."
The Third Hokage sighed, reaching for his pipe.
But he touched... air.
Where's my pipe?
The Third Hokage looked around but found nothing.
Vaguely, he remembered that when Naruto was leaving just now, one of his hands reached out to this table.
Could it be...