Chapter 492: Use the Sexy Jutsu on me!

Otohime spotted Young Naruto leaning against the second-floor railing, and her golden-silver Rinnegan lit up instantly.

This was perhaps the only activity where she could beat Young Naruto.

She raised her arm high, shook the game controller in her hand at Young Naruto upstairs, and shouted in her childish yet arrogant voice, "Hey, Hokage, want to play a couple of rounds?"

"I’ll pass."

Young Naruto lifted the steaming teacup in his hand and refused in a flat tone.

"This kind of fighting game... is too boring. If you want a real fight with me, I might be a little interested."

In reality, he actually found it quite interesting.

He hadn’t expected Otohime to be a gaming addict, though it wasn’t strange for someone to get addicted after suddenly discovering games.

Hearing Young Naruto’s words, Otohime, who had been high and mighty just a moment ago as if she were the god of gaming, couldn’t help but shiver involuntarily.

She definitely didn’t want to fight this menace.

Whether it was being easily subdued in the other dimension before, or having her eyes forcibly borrowed later, both made her full of wariness toward this Young Naruto.

A fight? That was just one-sidedly getting beaten up!

After finishing, Young Naruto ignored Otohime, carried his teacup, and walked leisurely down the wooden stairs.

He walked straight to Otohime, who was sitting on the sofa, and then, under the curious gazes of everyone, reached out his free hand and pinched Otohime’s ear.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! What are you doing! Let go of me!"

Otohime immediately cried out, her small hands trying to slap away Young Naruto’s hand, but she couldn’t budge it at all.

Young Naruto didn’t let go; instead, he applied a little force, pulled Otohime’s small head closer, leaned into her ear, and warned her in a low voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Listen, if you dare to secretly use ’Kamimusubi’ to rewind time just to win at games or break some boring record, causing our time to return to our original timeline to be delayed or pushed back..."

He paused, his tone becoming colder: "Then don’t even think about getting the various new games and the latest consoles I promised to prepare for you in advance. Not a single one. Furthermore, I will strictly limit your gaming time to less than one hour per day."

Hearing Young Naruto’s words, Otohime, who had been clawing and acting fierce just a moment ago because her ear was being pinched, instantly deflated like a pricked balloon.

The arrogant expression on her Face froze and vanished, replaced by unwillingness and a hint of fear.

She knew Young Naruto wasn’t joking.

The Dōjutsu Urashiki once used, which could rewind time by a few seconds, was called "Kamimusubi-no-Kami."

That was entirely a lower-tier alternative skill to the "Kamimusubi" she possessed.

Or rather, it was precisely because Otohime had used "Ayakashikone" to turn into an egg and undergo Nirvana that Urashiki was able to awaken and use the Dōjutsu "Kamimusubi-no-Kami."

"Kamimusubi-no-Kami" could return to a few seconds in the past, and its activation had almost no major restrictions.

And the higher-tier "Kamimusubi," of course, could do similar things, and even with greater precision.

The relationship between these two techniques was like the three-tomoe and the Mangekyo; the Mangekyo possessed all the abilities of the three-tomoe, but the three-tomoe could not use the Dōjutsu of the Mangekyo no matter how much it stared.

In fact, the reason Otohime could progress from a gaming newbie to being able to easily crush Boruto and Hanabi with "god-like speed" was, besides the super-strong perception and learning ability of the Rinnegan itself, that she had secretly and frequently used Kamimusubi, constantly rewinding to a few seconds prior, repeatedly trying different operations, predicting the opponent’s moves, and finding the optimal solution.

This allowed her to raise her gaming skills to a level bordering on "cheating" in a short time.

Of course, this behavior of frequently using an Advanced Dōjutsu to rewind time consumed an extreme amount of Chakra.

This was also why Otohime still looked like a little girl; her Chakra recovery was slow. Otherwise, at her recovery rate, she should have at least recovered to the appearance of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl.

Now, her little scheme had been mercilessly exposed by Young Naruto, and threatened with the thing she cared about most right now, Otohime instantly cowered.

"I know, let go quickly!"

Otohime muttered in a low voice, not daring to shout loudly again.

She looked at Young Naruto pitifully with those golden-silver Rinnegan, then her lips moved slightly, and without making a sound, she pleaded silently with lip-reading: "There are too many people now... give me some Face... at night... I will apologize to you again... is that okay?"

With her small body and soft ears still in the other’s hand, she struck this low-profile, pitiful pose, which, paired with her small Face that was so exquisite it didn’t seem like a Mortal’s, was indeed very endearing and enough to make most people soften their hearts.

However, Young Naruto merely raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing no ripples.

The act of acting cute only worked on Young Naruto when Hanabi, Ino, or Hinata used it..

While this guy who looked like a "loli" in front of him was actually very old.

This kind of person made it impossible for Young Naruto to feel any "affection" or "soft-heartedness" from the bottom of his heart.

Because based on the age gap between the two, there was no doubt that the one who would be arrested for being a lolicon would be Otohime.

However, thinking that he still had to rely on this guy’s ability to pass through the complex "Space-Time Graveyard" to find the way home, Young Naruto finally let go and spared Otohime’s ears.

"Remember what you said."

Young Naruto straightened up, dropped the sentence indifferently, then stopped looking at Otohime, who was rubbing her ears with a grievance-filled Face, and walked toward the kitchen with his teacup, seemingly to refill his water.

The atmosphere in the living room stagnated slightly because of this little interlude.

Boruto and Hanabi exchanged a glance, both seeing the sentiment "As expected, Mr. Souma is the only one who can keep her in check" in each other’s eyes.

Little Hinata was holding Himawari, feeling a bit confused.

On the other hand, little Hanabi’s small Face puffed up slightly; she felt her position was being challenged. No, she needed to use some methods later!

Otohime rubbed her reddened ears and pouted. Although she was unconvinced in her heart, she didn’t dare to be arrogant anymore and sat back down obediently.

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Hokage Office.

The wooden door was gently pushed open, making a soft "creak."

Jiraiya, supported by Tsunade, walked in slowly.

He had changed into clean clothes, his long white hair simply tied behind his head. Although his Face still carried the pallor and slight fatigue of his illness, his eyes were bright and spirited, full of curiosity about the new world and gratification for his Disciple.

In the office, the Seventh Hokage had just finished a busy day of work and was sitting behind the large desk, holding two newly printed marriage certificates in his hands.

His expression was focused as he took the seal from the drawer, dipped it in the ink pad, and stamped it firmly on the designated spot on the document.

"Clap. Clap."

Two crisp stamping sounds were exceptionally clear in the quiet office.

That’s right, in Hidden Leaf Village, a Ninja’s marriage certificate also needed to be personally reviewed and stamped by the Hokage, the highest administrative official, to officially take effect.

This was both a sense of ritual and represented the Hokage’s recognition and blessing for the villagers’ marriages.

After stamping them, the Seventh Hokage placed the two documents side by side carefully on the desk, a look of relief and joy appearing on his Face.

He looked up and happened to see Jiraiya walking in, supported by Tsunade.

The master and Disciple, having crossed life and death and over ten years of time, finally met again in this Hokage Office that symbolized responsibility and Legacy.

"Yo!"

Jiraiya spoke first, his voice loud and clear, his Face blooming with a smile that was thirty percent unrestrained and seventy percent heroic.

"Long time no see, Naruto!"

He gazed intensely at the Seventh Hokage behind the desk.

That yellow-haired kid who used to be mischievous and shout about wanting to be Hokage had now grown into such a steady, reliable, and mature man who shouldered the burden of the entire Village.

Wearing the hokage robe, the greenness between his brows had faded, replaced by determination and wisdom, and only those azure eyes remained clear and bright.

"It seems you have become a qualified man!"

Jiraiya’s tone was full of undisguised pride and gratification.

"Yeah."

Seventh Hokage Naruto stood up from his seat, walked around the desk, and quickly stepped in front of Jiraiya.

He didn’t rush up to hug Jiraiya, but stood still and bowed deeply.

"I hope I haven’t disappointed you, Master Jiraiya."

The Seventh Hokage looked up, his eye sockets slightly red, and his voice carried a trace of imperceptible trembling.

He had rehearsed this sentence countless times in his heart, looking forward to the day he could say it to his teacher in person.

Unfortunately, life is unpredictable.

Now, it had finally come true.

"Hahaha!"

Jiraiya laughed loudly.

"Disappointed? Far from it! You did even better than I imagined! Much better!"

He paused, a flash of mischievous light flickering in his eyes, his playful nature rising, and he joked: "But, Naruto. Calling me ’Master Jiraiya’ so seriously now, I’m actually a bit unaccustomed to it."

This joke instantly diluted the slightly sentimental and formal atmosphere, making the Seventh Hokage laugh as well, as if he had turned back into that boy who was a bit reserved and full of reliance in front of Jiraiya.

But Jiraiya’s joking was clearly not over yet.

He blinked, the smile on his Face becoming even more "lecherous," leaned close to the Seventh Hokage, and in a tone of "you know what I mean," lowered his voice and said: "Hey, Naruto... considering that I, your teacher, just ’died’ once and finally ’came back to life’... can you... use the’Sexy Jutsu’ on me one more time? Let me reminisce about my youth?"

Upon hearing this request, the Seventh Hokage Naruto’s smile froze instantly, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and black lines seemed to hang down his forehead.

He opened his mouth, not knowing for a moment how to respond to this "disrespectful old man" of a teacher.

However, before the Seventh Hokage could think of how to politely refuse, Tsunade, who was supporting Jiraiya, became displeased first.

"What did you say?"

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