Naruto : Gamer System-Chapter 55 : Kazekage Death

"Ugh, what a pain... getting stuck teaching such a dumb student," Jiraiya sighed, shaking his head.

Naruto pointed furiously at him. "What did you say, you old perv!? We're the ones who should be annoyed! I don't want a pervert like you teaching me anything!"

Jiraiya lazily picked his nose. "Then leave. I didn't want to teach you anyway. Imagine the shame if word got out that a legendary ninja like me trained a fool. People would laugh their teeth out."

"You calling me a fool?! I'll teach you a lesson!"

Naruto rushed at him.

Jiraiya grinned. "One finger's all I need to handle a brat like you."

"Don't underestimate me!"

Just as Naruto was about to land a punch, Jiraiya vanished—reappearing behind him.

"Huh? Where'd he go?"

Suddenly, a sinister voice echoed behind him:

"Konoha Secret Technique: Thousand Years of Death!"

Naruto dropped to the ground, twitching.

Jiraiya coolly brushed his hair back. "Told you. One finger is enough."

"Don't underestimate people! Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

More than a dozen Naruto clones surrounded Jiraiya.

Unfazed, Jiraiya raised a finger.

"Konoha Secret Technique: Multiple Thousand Years of Death!"

He vanished again, moving faster than Naruto could see—poking every clone with ease.

"OW—!!"

Haruto Itsuki watched with a sweat drop. That... looked painful. Clone sensations stack? Yikes.

"...No choice. I'll have to use that technique."

"It's no use. You're too weak."

"Sexy Jutsu!"

A few seconds later—

Jiraiya was on the ground, barely holding himself up. "Y-you brat... I admit defeat."

After the chaos, Naruto finally calmed down and sat.

"Before we start... you guys should introduce yourselves." Jiraiya said lazily, eyes trailing a passing girl. Suddenly, he let out a sharp breath—causing a gust of wind to blow up her skirt.

Naruto exploded. "Shouldn't you introduce yourself first? That's basic manners! Can someone like you even be a teacher, you perv!?"

"Good question!"

Jiraiya struck a dramatic pose and summoned a toad to sit on.

"I am the great Toad Sage of Mount Myoboku, Jiraiya, master of Senjutsu!"

"...Boss, I think something's wrong with his brain."

Jiraiya's eyes twitched. He dashed toward Naruto.

"You little idiot—who are you calling crazy!?"

"You! You old, ugly, shameless pervert!"

"You brat—do you know how annoying you are!?"

"Tch! Everyone says that. You're just one more on the list!"

Jiraiya froze. He looked at Naruto with complicated eyes—there was pain, regret, sorrow.

...Minato, I'm sorry. "Let's go," he said at last, turning to walk out of the village.

"Go where?" Naruto frowned. "I'm not going with some perv like you."

"Oh well. I was going to teach you an S-rank technique, but I guess I'll just teach Haruto Itsuki instead."

Naruto twitched, clearly tempted, but turned away stubbornly. "Tch. I don't want your dumb moves."

"Fine. It's an S-rank ninjutsu—comes with a training package. But if you're not interested..."

Naruto stayed silent.

A few seconds later— "Wait up, boss!"

Outside the Village

"The technique I'll teach you is called Summoning Jutsu. It's a space-time ninjutsu. You make a blood contract with a creature, then summon it anytime."

Naruto looked confused.

Sigh... Minato, why is your kid such a dope...

"Forget it. I'll show you."

"Summoning!"

A huge toad appeared.

"Whoa! That's awesome!" Naruto's eyes sparkled.

"Before learning it, you must sign a blood contract."

He tossed a scroll to them.

After both signed, Jiraiya explained carefully.

"The seal order is: Boar-Dog-Bird-Monkey-Ram."

"Alright. Now use your max chakra. I want to see your full power."

"Summoning!""Summoning!"

Both Naruto and Haruto Itsuki shouted.

A puff of smoke—

Haruto realized he was flying. No—he had summoned a massive toad.

"You little punk! Why are you on my head?! Get off me!"

"I didn't climb up. I summoned you. We're partners now. Let's work together."

"Hah!? No way some brat like you summoned me! Where's that guy Jiraiya? Get him here!"

Jiraiya waved from below. "Yo, Bunta. Long time no see. He really summoned you—no lie."

"...Troublesome kid. Fine, come down. I haven't accepted you yet."

"Then how do I earn your acceptance?"

"If you don't come down, I'll accept you."

With that, Gamabunta leapt away—vanishing from Naruto and Jiraiya's view.

Back on the ground, Naruto and Jiraiya stared at... a tadpole.

"...The gap is too wide," Jiraiya muttered. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

He frowned at Naruto, who was just blankly staring. Maybe I shouldn't have taught them together... this might crush him...

Still, how did Haruto summon Gamabunta so easily? That toad takes massive chakra...

Haruto himself was surprised, but then realized—With the Uzumaki bloodline, my chakra's over ten times that of normal shinobi. I've already hit Kage-level reserves. The technique isn't hard—just demanding.

While he was distracted, Gamabunta jerked to toss him off. But Haruto vanished—

And reappeared above his head.

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Haruto grinned. "Didn't expect the Fourth Hokage to leave a Flying Thunder God mark on you. I just tweaked it."

He couldn't plant Flying Thunder God marks himself yet—but he could modify existing ones to work.

Gamabunta stopped moving.

"...You really are something, kid. Alright. I approve. Let's go drink."

Jiraiya looked at Naruto, worried.

But instead of despair—Naruto's eyes were burning.

"I had no idea the boss was that strong... I gotta work harder! I won't lose to him!"

"Summoning!""Summoning!"

He kept practicing—again and again.

Jiraiya smiled.

He didn't inherit Minato's genius... but he inherited something better. His spirit. If Minato saw this, he'd be proud.

That was why Haruto Itsuki never hesitated to show his strength in front of Naruto.

Naruto isn't the type to feel crushed. The stronger his comrades... The harder he pushes himself. He doesn't need instruction. He just needs a goal. A role model.

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"Master Kazekage, this is the information that Lord Maki sent back from Konoha.""..."

The scroll is handed over. He reads it carefully, then crushes it into dust.

"Garuda, order Maki to continue as planned. The transfer of personnel must be kept secret. How are the materials?"

"No problem. Though we don't have many people, the puppets prepared are all top-notch."

"Good. This time, we must succeed in one blow. If we fail, Sand will be finished."

"It's all because of the daimyo cutting our funds. If not for that, we wouldn't need to take this risk."

"You've already complained enough. Complaining is useless. This may be our opportunity."

"...By the way, tell Maki—if Gaara really becomes uncontrollable, I permit him to release the jinchūriki from Gaara's body to cause maximum damage to Konoha. Tell him to prepare that technique."

"But... if you do that, Gaara will die... he's your son, isn't he?"

"...I don't have such a useless son. Do as I say. Understood?"

"...Yes."

After Garuda left, Ebizo steps out from the side room.

"...It wasn't necessary. We shouldn't have carried out this plan. I thought sealing Shukaku into a baby would make a perfect jinchūriki. Who knew..."

"Enough. I agreed to it too. What's done is done."

"...Do you really intend to go that far? He is your son."

"You don't need to persuade me. I must do this because he is my son. I am Kazekage."

"Others think you hate him. But I know you care. Don't you?"

Silence.

"You've been sending assassins all these years just to provoke him into awakening his power. If you really wanted him dead, it would have been easy. But... maybe because of that, he's become unstable. You could try trusting him."

"I treated him gently at first. Gave him everything. He still ran wild. As Kazekage, I must protect this village. His existence destroyed a top-level asset and threatens our village daily. I should've killed him when he ran away at six. I gave him many chances. He only disappointed me. Suppressing the incident back then caused instability. The elders turned their backs on me. The daimyo slashed military funds to warn me. For the future of the village... the time has come to end this."

"But—"

"No more. I've made up my mind. Order the troops to move."

A masked ninja enters, hands over intel.

"..."

"What's wrong?"

"Orochimaru wants to make a deal. He claims he has new, important intel and wants to speak directly."

"...I'll go."

"Orochimaru is cunning. Take more men."

"No need. The location isn't far. If there's danger, I can signal for help. No one can take me down so easily. I am Kazekage."

A sand dune in the Land of Wind. Kazekage arrives with two guards. Orochimaru and a silent figure await.

"Orochimaru. The information?"

"Rasa, you're so impatient. Here—take it."

Scroll is thrown. Guards inspect it, hand it over. He reads. Sand suddenly gathers—

The two guards collapse, sand pouring into them. Dead.

"...Orochimaru. So this is how you start a war?"

"I don't plan on starting war with Sand. I need your help to destroy Konoha. But I want full control. With you dead, no one will know what happened here."

"You think you can kill me... here, in the desert? You underestimate me."

"I know you're tough. That's why I brought a sand user of my own."

A figure rises from the sand. Robed like a monk. Eyes pitch-black.

"...Bunpuku?! You're supposed to be dead!"

No reply. He understands.

"...This is the forbidden technique—Edo Tensei. You resurrected the previous jinchūriki?"

"I heard your Magnet Release rivals a tailed beast. Let me see it."

"Sand Waterfall Funeral!""Magnet Release: Flowing Sand!""Spear of the Crane Guard!""Magnet Release: Gold Sand Spear!""Sand Rain Assault!""Magnet Release: Sand Shuriken!"

Sand and Gold clash across the sky. Bunpuku, though infinite in chakra, struggles without Shukaku. The Kazekage starts retreating, preparing Gold sand to escape.

"...It's up to you whether he dies here," Orochimaru murmurs.

Orochimaru, Kimimaro, and Kabuto move in.

"Magnet Release: Golden Sand Armor!"

Iron sand shields him. He gathers more to blast open a path. He strikes toward Orochimaru—his escape route.

Orochimaru charges forward instead of dodging.

"...Is he mad?"

Iron sand storm engulfs Orochimaru—then suddenly scatters.

"...No way!"

"Pfft"—a weapon plunges into flesh. The Kazekage stares, shocked.

"...What did you do?"

"The sand you used... was tampered with."

Kazekage collapses.

Kimimaro kneels, coughing blood.

"...Too much high-iron bone meal in one go?"

"I'm fine... Orochimaru-sama..."

"You really are my finest subordinate, Kimimaro ."

Orochimaru grins.

"Now... we just need to pose as him... and start a war."