Jiraiya's jaw dropped. His teeth clenched. He could feel the mockery cutting into his pride like a kunai. His aura darkened comically as he glared at Naruto. "Y-you brat! You've got some nerve talking to your father's teacher like that!"
Naruto, unfazed, shrugged casually. "Hey, I'm just being honest. If you really were Dad's teacher, then no offense, but… I gotta wonder what part of you actually taught him."
His eyes flicked to Kushina mischievously. "Maybe it was Mom who taught him all the useful stuff, huh?"
Kushina roared with laughter, slapping her son's shoulder with approval. "That's my boy!"
Jiraiya's mouth fell open in disbelief. He whipped his head toward Kushina. "You!... Kushina, don't encourage him! He's already roasting me alive!"
Naruto smirked wider, enjoying the way he had thrown the so-called Legendary Sannin off balance so easily. Inside, though, a thought passed through him. 'So this is the man who trained Dad, huh? Guess I'll just have to see for myself whether he lives up to the hype or not.'
Meanwhile, Jiraiya tried to collect himself, straightening his back and sniffing dramatically as though regaining his dignity. "Hmph! You can laugh all you want, but once you see my training methods, you'll be begging to learn from me!"
Naruto arched an eyebrow, and his grin widened knowingly. "Sure. As long as your training doesn't involve… standing on tables or peeping at women."
Kushina froze for a second before bursting into another fit of laughter. "Ohhh, he knows! Hahaha!"
Jiraiya's face turned red. "I–I'm a sage! A sage, not some... some perverted old—!"
He stammered, then realized his words sounded hollow even to his own ears.
Naruto leaned forward, his grin sly and sharp, a mirror of Kushina's mischievousness. "Mmhm. Sure thing, 'Legendary Pervy Sage.' Got it."
And just like that, the living room exploded with Kushina's uncontrollable laughter, Jiraiya's flustered sputtering, and Naruto's satisfied smirk.
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After ten minutes, Naruto walked side by side with Jiraiya down the bustling Konoha streets, hands resting lazily behind his head as his blue eyes scanned the rooftops. He let out an exaggerated sigh, the kind that turned heads.
"Man… so this is what it's come to, huh? You're actually gonna train me… seriously?" His tone was dramatic, like he was announcing a tragedy.
Jiraiya's brow twitched so hard, he swore his facial muscles might cramp. He stopped walking for half a beat, eyeing the boy at his side.
"Oi, brat. Watch that mouth of yours. You do realize who you're talking to, right? I'm not just some random geezer on the street... I was the teacher of the Fourth Hokage. Your father, mind you."
Naruto groaned loudly, rolling his eyes like a sulky teenager. "Yeah, yeah, I know, you don't need to flex it every five minutes. But really, what can you even teach me? Huh? Unless you've got something that'll blow my socks off, I can just train by myself."
The gall of this kid! Jiraiya almost tripped over his own sandals from the sheer disrespect. He puffed his chest and jabbed a thumb at himself.
"Blow your socks off? Pfft!... Don't underestimate me, gaki. I'm not called a Sannin for nothing! If you think I've got nothing to offer, you're dead wrong. But first…" His lips curled into a mischievous grin. "…you'll have to address me properly. Call me Master Jiraiya."
Naruto froze, his face scrunching up like he'd bitten into a lemon. He even stuck his tongue out dramatically. "Ughhh… no way. That's just... bleh!"
He mock-gagged. "Do I look like one of your fan girls? I'm not calling you Master until you actually impress me. Show me what you've got, you old perv."
Jiraiya chuckled, clearly entertained by the brat's disgust. 'Heh… this kid only looks like Minato's son, but he is just like his mother... so sassy.'
"Alright then," He said smugly, rubbing his nose with one finger like he was already victorious. "You want proof? Fine. Feast your eyes on this."
He extended his right hand slowly, savoring the build-up. Chakra flared to life, swirling and compressing, faster and faster until a glowing blue sphere appeared. It was pure power spinning at breakneck speed, buzzing with energy that warped the air around it.
"This," Jiraiya said proudly, his voice booming like an announcer, "is the Rasengan! An A-rank jutsu. A technique created by none other than your own father, the Fourth Hokage himself!"
He glanced sideways at Naruto, already picturing the wide-eyed awe, the jaw dropped in admiration, the inevitable "Teach me, Master Jiraiya!"
But instead, Naruto tilted his head, blinked, and sighed. It was a long, disappointed sigh."…Seriously? That's what you're showing off? The Rasengan? That's the big deal?"
Jiraiya almost dropped the Rasengan then and there. His whole body jolted like he'd just been insulted by Kami herself.
"Wh—what do you mean 'that's it'?! This is a pinnacle jutsu! Do you have any idea how advanced the chakra control has to be—"
Naruto, utterly unfazed, raised one hand. Chakra spun and whirled with a violent hiss, and in an instant, a perfect, glowing Rasengan pulsed in his palm, illuminating his smirk.
"Oh yeah?" Naruto said with casual arrogance, lifting it close enough that the humming sphere made the wooden table rattle. "This little thing? Already nailed it. Took me a week. Mom said it took you months. Guess we know who the real genius here is."
The words struck like kunai.
Jiraiya froze, his dramatic introduction caught in his throat. His eyes flicked from Naruto's Rasengan to his cocky grin, and then back to the Rasengan. His lips twitched, his pride howling.
'Wait… no way… in a week? I—'
Naruto snorted, canceling the technique with a flourish. "Hmph. If that's all you've got to show off, old man, then I'm not impressed. I thought you were about to bust out some kind of massive toad army, or a jutsu that makes girls line up to kiss you. But this? This is like… Dad's signature move, right? No offense, but you just look like you're showing off someone else's homework."
"'Homework'?!" Jiraiya sputtered, clutching his chest like he'd been stabbed. "You ungrateful brat, the Rasengan is art! It's poetry in motion! It's—"
"—a spinning blue ball," Naruto cut in, deadpan, though his lips twitched with a mischievous grin.
Jiraiya's eye twitched. 'Kami help me, this kid is gonna be the death of me.'
Naruto leaned forward, squinting at the Rasengan like it was some cheap knockoff at a market stall. "Y'know, you hyped yourself up like you were about to show me something legendary. I was expecting fireworks. Maybe a jutsu that could level half the village. Instead, I get… a chakra fidget spinner."
"…A fidget—?!" Jiraiya nearly choked, coughing into his fist. "Listen here, you disrespectful little... this Rasengan has enough destructive power to crush your bones into powder if I wanted to!"
Naruto smirked wider, leaning back with his hands behind his head again. "Yeah, yeah, sure it could. Still doesn't change the fact that you're trying way too hard to impress me, Ero-sennin."
The title rolled off his tongue like a taunt, and Naruto relished the way Jiraiya's proud expression froze.
"…Ero… sennin…?"
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