I am the most popular character in Naruto!

Orochimaru took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and looked at Minato, asking, "Then, where is Jiraiya?"

"I do not know……"

Minato shook his head blankly and looked at Orochimaru in bewilderment.

"Tsunade—!!!"

Orochimaru's lips twitched, and a large snake rushed out of his sleeve and into the bedroom.

"Oh! A snake!"

"Go to hell!"

bang

A large hole appeared in the wall of the old mansion. The old butler floated in, adjusted the budget, looked at the blueprints, and nodded in satisfaction.

This wall really should be torn down; Tsunade could have done it herself and saved on renovation costs.

……

The seventh training ground.

"Listen carefully, these two techniques of mine are secret techniques that I have figured out on my own based on my years of research on hair."

Jiraiya stood behind Chiaki with a serious expression, explaining, "If I didn't lack a family, these two secret techniques would definitely be family heirlooms!"

"what……"

Qianqiu stood there uneasily, feeling a chill run down her spine.

She was wearing her usual purplish-gray dress, her smooth legs exposed, and from behind, her perfect curves were incredibly alluring.

Chiaki wasn't wearing pantyhose today. She had thought that wearing pantyhose might overly excite Jiraiya if they were alone together, but she had underestimated Jiraiya's arousal.

He is also very accepting of going barefoot.

Why did Jiraiya stand behind Chiaki? Wasn't it because if he stood in front of her, he would have to bend over, which would be unbecoming of a teacher?

"Tsk tsk, based on my years of research on hair, Chiaki, your steering wheel... oh no... your twin tails are really perfect for my secret technique!"

Jiraiya clicked his tongue in admiration, then leaned close to Chiaki's back, wanting to reach out and touch her pink twin tails. However, Chiaki felt the heat from the pervert behind her and immediately took a few steps forward warily.

"Jiraiya-sensei, I understand what a steering wheel means."

"Cough cough cough..."

"What are you saying! When did I ever say such a thing?"

Jiraiya coughed repeatedly, wiped the sweat from his palms, and moved with his back to Chiaki.

"Well then, let me teach you the hand seals for these two secret techniques first."

"By the way, since this seal was developed by myself and is different from ordinary seals, it would be best if I could teach you how to use it..."

"No need, I learn things very quickly, thank you Jiraiya-sensei."

Chiaki smiled and declined Jiraiya's "kindness".

"Oh, really..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Jiraiya squatted down dejectedly, looking forlorn.

Chiaki smiled again, pressed down on her skirt, and took a step back, indicating that Jiraiya could begin the lesson.

Jiraiya froze, feeling as if he had encountered an old master who was comparable to Tsunade.

Damn it! Chiaki! How come you're so good at this?!

How come you know exactly what a pervert wants to do?

Chapter 81 Freebie Girl

"Remember, the key to this technique is to use chakra to stimulate all the hair follicles on the scalp, causing the hair to grow rapidly."

As Jiraiya spoke, he tossed his long white hair.

"See! That's it!"

Wow wow wow

Stimulated by chakra, Jiraiya's hair grew rapidly, soon dragging on the ground.

"Look! Look!"

The long white hair swept across the dusty ground, quickly raising a layer of dust.

"...Can I go back?"

Qianqiu's lips twitched. After becoming a girl, she still cherished her long pink hair.

After all, you might not sleep well every night because your hair is pressed down, and you have to take good care of it in the morning to make it smooth.

If you protect things like this every day, you'll cherish everything.

If Chiaki is expected to toss her hair around like a mop on the floor like Jiraiya does, she might as well not learn those two techniques at all...

"No, no, no, actually this technique is quite good; it can prevent hair loss!"

Jiraiya quickly stopped his mop-like behavior, tugged at his hair, and said, "Look, every hair follicle can grow thick hair!"

"...I'm only sixteen, and I won't have any problems with hair loss at all..."

Chiaki has a dark expression; how could someone with Hashirama Senju's cells still have hair loss problems?

Just look at that terrifyingly long, black hair of that idiot Hashirama Senju!

"You can't be so sure! You'll understand when you're forty!"

Jiraiya, with an air of knowing what he'd been through, advised, "Look at those older men with receding hairlines in bars; they simply can't enjoy the sincere service from the young ladies."

"But they have money."

Qianqiu said confidently, "If I had money, I would keep a hundred girls for her!"

"Can money buy true happiness? None of them are sincere!"

Jiraiya retorted dramatically that he was the Little Prince in bars and nightclubs!

"Do I need sincerity? I only care about their bodies!"

Chiaki said dismissively, "Tsunade, whom you've been so obsessed with, hasn't she done all sorts of things with me in bed?"

"Wow!"

Jiraiya was stunned and his defenses crumbled upon hearing this.

"She begs me for it every day; it's something you'd never see!"

Qianqiu curled her lips into a wicked smile, suddenly awakening her mischievous side.

His goddess is all-powerful in front of others, but aloof and cold in front of him.

Tears welled up in my eyes all at once...

Huh?

and many more.

Your own goddess is someone else's goddess, and having two goddesses together is even more exciting, isn't it?

Jiraiya: (?﹃?)

Hiss...

Tears suddenly streamed down her face.

"Alright... alright! Let's get down to business!"

Jiraiya casually cut off his long, floor-length hair, wiped it with his hand, and the hair turned into powder and disappeared.

"Is there anything else important you need to do?"

Chiaki's trust in Jiraiya had plummeted to rock bottom. She looked at him with disdain and said, "Jiraiya-sensei, wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth first."

"Ahem! Of course, it's important business!"

Jiraiya quickly wiped away his drool. Being looked at with disdain by a beautiful girl didn't feel so bad after all...

"Actually, both of my secret techniques utilize the transformation of chakra form and nature, which is what you really need to learn."

"So, what I said was serious business, wasn't it?"

"Ok?"

Chiaki's eyes lit up. The transformation of chakra form and nature is a crucial step for ninjas to further master their own ninjutsu. It can be said that no matter which one is broken through, the enhancement of ninjutsu will be enormous.

Chiaki sweetly pleaded with Jiraiya, "Teacher, I want to learn~"

"Hmm, well, it mainly depends on your own learning. As we agreed before, I'll only teach you the hand seals for my two secret techniques..."

Jiraiya crossed his arms and squinted, occasionally stealing a glance at Chiaki.

"Please teach me, Jiraiya-sensei!"

Chiaki knew exactly what Jiraiya meant. After thinking for a moment, she adjusted her collar slightly according to the etiquette on Earth and bowed solemnly to Jiraiya.

As Chiaki bowed, Jiraiya could vaguely see a glimpse of her snow-white cleavage through her collar, and the thrill of peeping almost made him explode on the spot.

"Ughhhhhh—!"

Having never experienced such despicable marketing tactics from outsiders, Jiraiya was utterly captivated by this elusive, self-discovered opportunity.

Noticing that she had "exposed herself," Chiaki blushed and stood up straight, placing her hand on her neckline.

What's a little sacrifice of insignificant physical attractiveness if it's for learning ninjutsu?

Moreover, when you need someone's help, you should address the specific needs.

As for showing cleavage, just think of it as being stared at by a pervert while wearing a bikini.

Let them look; they can only look, they can't actually do it anyway.

"Jiraiya-sensei is a pervert...he was peeping at me..."