Naruto: My Own Wind

In a hot spring hotel in Yunokuni Onsen Street.

Kazama was completely immersed in the hot spring, his head resting outside, his face covered with a towel, looking as if he was enjoying himself.

After several days of fighting and staying still, Kazama's body was quite tired.

After saying goodbye to the Four-Tails Jinchuriki, Lao Zi, Kazama's first thought was to find a place to have a good rest.

So, the hot spring town appeared in Fengjian's mind.

Squeak!

The door of the men's bathroom was pushed open, and two young men, wrapped in bath towels, walked in.

The little leader saw Kazama in the hot spring and nudged his companion with his elbow, "Nakagawa, there's someone here."

"Xiao Jing, what you are talking about is nonsense." Nakagawa, with a crew cut, rolled his eyes at him speechlessly and walked into the hot spring first.

The moment they sat in the hot spring, Nakagawa's mouth was pouting to the sky like his older cousin Wu Neng, while making a piercing sound of comfort.

When Fengjian, who was enjoying the hot spring, heard this, he almost covered his ears with his hands. The sound was not much better than the sound of slaughtering a pig.

Fortunately, Nakagawa only has this one shout, otherwise Kazama would have kicked him.

Of course, Kazama didn't take off the towel on his face.

"Xiao Jing, why are you standing there like an idiot? Come in!"

"Oh... is that... hot?"

"What the hell is hot! Didn't you see I came in?" Nakagawa rolled his eyes again.

"I... I'm afraid of the heat." Xiaojing answered weakly.

"Are you afraid of the heat? Then go to the other side, the temperature there may not be so high." Nakagawa showed a lewd smile on his face.

"The other side? Where is that?" Xiaojing was a little confused.

When Nakagawa heard this, his cheeks twitched uncontrollably for a few times, and finally turned into a short sigh, "I say, are you going to take a dip or not?

If you want to soak, come in; if you don’t want to soak, get out.”

Seeing Nakagawa's dissatisfaction, Xiaojing hurriedly said, "Of course I'm going to take a hot spring bath, otherwise why would I come here?"

Nakagawa ignored him and just closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Xiao Jing first put his feet into the hot spring to feel the temperature. Only when he felt he could accept it did he sit in the hot spring.

"Nakagawa, business..."

Nakagawa opened his eyes and raised his hand, "Hey! Let's not talk about work while we're in the hot spring."

Xiaojing nodded and smiled awkwardly.

"Xiaojing, looking at you like this, I can tell that you don't take a hot spring bath often." Nakagawa put his hands behind his head with a weird smile on his face.

"Yeah, I'm usually busy with work."

“No matter how busy you are, you must learn to relax!”

"Ah... hehe... definitely, definitely."

Seeing that Xiao Jingfu was stiff and perfunctory, Nakagawa smiled and patted his shoulder, "You... Well, next time I'll take you to the mixed bath."

Without waiting for Xiaojing to answer, Nakagawa put his arm around his shoulders with a mysterious smile on his face, "Xiaojing, let me tell you, mixed bathing is the correct way to enjoy a hot spring bath!"

"The correct way to open it?"

"Hehe... Let me tell you, Xiaojing, mixed bathing..."

Nakagawa's endless chatter not only left Xiaojing dumbfounded, but even Kazama under the towel showed a surprised expression.

What surprised Kazama was not Nakagawa's experience in taking mixed baths, but that Nakagawa actually said that there was a strange white-haired uncle who took mixed baths every day these days. Whenever there were women under middle age coming to take mixed baths, this uncle would shamelessly approach them.

What’s even more interesting is that Nakagawa also told Xiaojing something mysteriously. He once saw a man peeping at women bathing, and that man also had long white hair.

Although Nakagawa lowered his voice, the hot spring was so small and there were no strong winds or waves, so Kazama could hear it clearly.

Combining what this guy named Nakagawa said, Jiraiya's lustful expression immediately appeared in Kazama's mind.

Kazama smiled helplessly. Jiraiya's hobby was something he had never changed since he was a child. No matter what difficulties he encountered, even if his life was in danger, this old pervert was a great man who never forgot his original intention and pursued his hobby to the end.

However, Fengjian was a little puzzled. As far as he remembered, there should be no young and beautiful girls in the mixed bathing area of ​​this hot spring town. Only old women and monkeys from the mountains came.

But he knew Jiraiya well, and knew that the old pervert would not come again without the beautiful woman.

Fengjian blinked. Could it be that a miracle happened and the monkeys and the old woman turned into young and beautiful women?

But this is impossible, right?

Or? Go check it out.

Fengjian shook his head slightly and said, No, it’s not time yet.

Listening to Nakagawa still imparting his experience to Xiaojing, Fengjian took off his towel. He had almost finished soaking himself and it was time to find a restaurant to replenish his energy.

When he arrived at the door, Fengjian just pushed it open and saw a fork in the road ahead. A flash of white passed by, and the direction it disappeared in was the direction of the women's bath.

Kazama blinked.

White!

The corners of Fengjian's mouth slowly curled up, revealing a mischievous smile.

It doesn't matter if you take a moment to fill your stomach.

Tying the towel around his forehead, Fengjian just wrapped himself in the towel and tiptoed towards the women's bath.

Soon, Fengjian came to a fork in the road. To the north was the mixed bathing area, and to the west was the entrance to the women's bathing area.

Fengjian stuck to the wall, slowly poked his head out, and his mouth almost stretched to the corners of his eyes.

At the door of the women's bath, there was a white-haired man in a white bathrobe, with his butt sticking out and his head almost touching the crack of the door.

With his long spiky white hair, those special wooden clogs, and his obscene behavior, you can't find anyone else in the entire continent like Jiraiya.

However, to be on the safe side, it is better to verify it.

Thinking of this, Fengjian gave a wicked smile.

"Transformation!"

Kazama turned into a green frog and hopped towards the peeping man.

When he was still three meters away from the peeping man, he turned around abruptly. His originally serious face turned down after he saw a green frog. “Don’t disturb me while I’m looking for inspiration!”

After saying that, he turned around and continued to lie in the crack of the door.

Kazama laughed to himself, it was indeed Jiraiya.

In that case, let me give him a big gift.

The green frog hopped and came behind Jiraiya's big butt. Before Fengjian could change back, Jiraiya turned around again and glared at him, "I told you!

Don't disturb me while I'm looking for inspiration! If you don't leave, don't blame me for throwing you away!"

After saying that, Jiraiya turned his head again, staring at the spring scenery through the crack of the door, and he didn't even realize that saliva was slipping from the corner of his mouth.

Tick!

A drop of saliva fell to the ground.

Fengjian frowned. This guy really doesn't change his bad habits.

Then...

boom!

Kazama turned into Tsunade's appearance. When Jiraiya turned around and saw Tsunade in a daze, Kazama punched Jiraiya into the women's bath.

Of course, the door also traveled with Jiraiya.

After one punch, Fengjian's mouth curled up, and he used the Flying Thunder God Technique to leave this dangerous place.

And in the bathing of the women, high-octave screams came one after another.

When he came out of the hotel, Kazama had turned into a middle-aged man, in order to prevent any accidents from happening.

Before Kazama could choose a restaurant, he saw Jiraiya running in front in a panic, and behind him was a group of women.

Not only were these women cursing loudly, but many of them were carrying weapons, some holding mops, some holding brooms, some holding scissors, in short, all kinds of weapons.

As for Jiraiya, Kazama could clearly see the musical score on his face.

Fengjian covered his mouth and laughed secretly. This could be considered as his farewell gift to the teacher.

Yes! It's just a farewell gift, but it's a little bit special.

Seeing Jiraiya running away, Kazama shook his head, looked around, and then walked into a ramen restaurant.

After eating three bowls of ramen in a row, Kazama left the ramen restaurant with a satisfied expression.

Looking up at the blue sky, Fengjian sighed slightly, hoping that this time it would go smoothly, otherwise it would be tiring.