"Mom, please calm down," Chiharu said urgently, her voice tight with concern as she observed the warning signs that any experienced member of the Namikaze household would recognize.
Kushina's forehead showed prominent veins pulsing with barely contained fury, while her usually beautiful red hair seemed to take on a life of its own, flowing and swirling as if moved by an invisible wind generated by her rising chakra. Chiharu swallowed nervously, understanding that they were witnessing the early stages of one of her mother's legendary explosive tempers.
However, Kushina was clearly far beyond the point where reasonable words could restore her composure. Years of maternal instincts and protective fury had reached a critical threshold, and nothing short of justice would satisfy her outrage.
In the training ground, both Jiraiya and Naruto suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of impending doom, as if the very air around them had become charged with malevolent energy. They turned simultaneously to locate the source of this terrifying presence.
"KUSHINA!!" Jiraiya gasped in horror.
"MOM!!" Naruto squeaked in terror.
Both faces went pale as they recognized the unmistakable signs of Kushina Uzumaki's wrath reaching critical levels. Naruto immediately dispelled his shadow clones and canceled the transformation technique, desperate to remove the evidence of his transgression, but it was far too late for such measures.
Kushina carefully set down the bamboo basket containing the lovingly prepared lunch she had brought for the training session, her movements deliberate and controlled in a way that was somehow more frightening than any explosive outburst. She began walking toward the two guilty parties with measured steps, each footfall seeming to echo with ominous finality.
As Kushina's darkly threatening expression became fully visible, beads of perspiration began forming on both Jiraiya's and Naruto's foreheads. The legendary Sannin's usual confidence had completely evaporated, while Naruto quickly positioned himself behind his instructor in a futile attempt to use the larger man as a human shield.
"Jiraiya-sensei... Naruto," Kushina said when she reached them, her voice carrying the deceptively quiet tone that experienced ninja recognized as far more dangerous than screaming rage.
"Kushina, please let me explain," Jiraiya began desperately, recognizing that his only hope lay in somehow talking his way out of this catastrophic situation.
However, his attempt at verbal negotiation was cut short when he noticed that Kushina had begun forming hand seals with both hands, her movements precise and purposeful in a way that promised immediate and painful consequences.
"Adamantine Attacking Chains!" she called out with cold fury.
Clank!
From behind her back, multiple chains that appeared to be forged from golden metal shot forth with incredible speed, their gleaming links moving like striking serpents as they targeted Jiraiya with unerring accuracy.
Recognizing the mortal danger he faced, Jiraiya quickly scooped up Naruto from behind him and leaped away with desperate urgency, barely managing to avoid the initial assault from Kushina's signature technique.
"Did you really think you could escape so easily?" Kushina asked with dark satisfaction, her eyes tracking their movement with predatory focus.
As her concentration intensified, golden chakra began pouring from her body like liquid fire, instantly enveloping her entire form in the distinctive energy signature of the Nine-Tails. Her already impressive speed multiplied exponentially as she tapped into the tailed beast's power.
Swoosh!
Moving faster than most ninja could even perceive, Kushina appeared directly in front of Jiraiya's path, cutting off his escape route with casual ease.
The legendary Sannin, caught completely off guard by this display of overwhelming speed and power, had no time to react or defend himself.
"Adamantine Sealing Chains!" Kushina commanded, and the metallic restraints wrapped around both Jiraiya and Naruto with ruthless efficiency, binding them back-to-back in an embrace of golden metal that left them completely helpless.
Once her targets were properly secured, the Nine-Tails chakra surrounding Kushina dissipated, returning her to her normal appearance—though her expression remained every bit as threatening as before.
"So this is the 'training' that you and Minato discussed," she said with false sweetness, slowly rubbing her hands together in a gesture that promised imminent violence. "How educational."
Jiraiya's face had gone completely white with terror, though he still attempted to maintain some semblance of dignity. "After all, I am Minato's teacher," he said with forced bravado, "and we're in front of the children, so perhaps we could—"
"Oh yes, I absolutely want to thank Jiraiya-sensei," Kushina interrupted with venomous sincerity, her eyes seeming to literally glow with inner fire. "Thank you so much for teaching my son such wonderful 'techniques.'"
Her voice grew more dangerous with each word as she continued. "If I hadn't decided to bring lunch early today, I might never have discovered exactly what kind of 'education' you've been providing."
"AAAHHHHH!!"
What followed was a symphony of screams that echoed across the training ground and likely carried to the far edges of the village. The sounds of impact, desperate pleas for mercy, and continued agonized wailing painted a vivid picture of the justice being administered.
After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, the sounds of violence finally ceased.
"Come home with me immediately," Kushina commanded, pulling the battered and bruised Naruto to his feet while casting a contemptuous glance at Jiraiya, who remained collapsed on the ground in a condition that made it unclear whether he was still conscious. "You are absolutely forbidden from training with Jiraiya-sensei ever again. Your father and I will handle your education from now on."
Her expression remained thunderous as she added, "And we'll make sure you learn appropriate techniques instead of this perverted nonsense."
After the disciplinary party departed, a Konoha staff member who had heard the screaming but been too terrified to investigate during the actual incident finally crept close enough to check on the aftermath.
"Jiraiya-sama, are you still alive?" the concerned ninja asked quietly.
However, Jiraiya's eyes had rolled back in his head, and he showed no signs of being capable of responding to questions in the immediate future.
That evening, when Minato returned home from his duties as Hokage, he was greeted by the sight of Naruto standing in the corner of the living room. His son was holding heavy iron buckets filled with water in both hands while balancing a third bucket on his head—a traditional punishment exercise designed to build both physical strength and mental discipline.
Minato immediately understood exactly what had transpired during his absence. His eyes narrowed with concern as he quietly attempted to back out of the house before his presence was detected.
"Minato, are you leaving again so soon after arriving home?" came Kushina's voice from behind him, carrying that same ominously quiet tone that had terrified Jiraiya earlier.
Turning around slowly, Minato found himself face-to-face with his wife's darkly threatening expression.
"Haha, I just remembered that there are still some urgent village matters that require my immediate attention," he said with forced cheerfulness, nervously running his hand through his hair in a gesture that betrayed his anxiety.
"I see," Kushina responded with deceptive calm, glancing meaningfully at Naruto's punishment stance. "But don't you think there's something more important you forgot to address first?"
The dangerous undertone in her voice caused Minato to break out in a cold sweat, his posture automatically straightening into a military stance as survival instincts took over.
"I'm deeply sorry, Kushina," he said immediately, recognizing that any attempt at evasion would only make the situation worse. "Please allow me to explain what happened."
"Of course," she replied, though her tone suggested that his explanation had better be extraordinary. "I'm willing to listen."
To Minato's surprise, Kushina seemed genuinely prepared to hear his side of the story rather than immediately proceeding to punishment. However, her next words quickly clarified the situation.
"But first," she said, gesturing toward a specific area of the living room, "please take your position over there."
Following her gaze, Minato spotted three large iron buckets filled with water positioned behind the sofa—clearly prepared in advance for his arrival.
Recognizing that resistance would be futile and would likely result in far worse consequences, Minato smiled ruefully and walked to the designated area. He picked up the heavy buckets and assumed the same punishment stance that Naruto was maintaining, positioning himself nearby so they could share their mutual misery.
Glancing sideways at his son's bruised and swollen face, Minato silently offered a prayer for Jiraiya's recovery and survival.
While Kushina's raw power might not quite match Tsunade's legendary strength, her fury when provoked could easily rival that of the Slug Princess herself.
"Go ahead with your explanation," Kushina said with satisfaction, folding her arms and assuming a position that would allow her to monitor both of her guilty family members.
Minato then provided a complete account of Naruto's development of the Sexy Jutsu, including the tactical reasoning behind its effectiveness and his own analysis of its implications for his son's strategic thinking abilities.
When he finished his explanation, Kushina frowned thoughtfully, clearly processing the information he had provided.
Indeed, as Minato had suggested, while Naruto's approach was undeniably inappropriate, it did demonstrate genuine innovation and tactical adaptability. However, as a mother, she remained fundamentally opposed to the idea that her child had been corrupted by Jiraiya's influence at such a young age.
"While I acknowledge that your analysis has some merit," she said finally, "Naruto will absolutely not be allowed to continue training with Jiraiya-sensei."
Her expression grew angry again as she continued. "What has that man been doing all these years? Look at what happened to Kakashi—he used to be such a polite, well-behaved young man, but he completely changed after Jiraiya gave him that perverted book for his eighteenth birthday."
Minato's expression became complicated as he considered this accurate assessment. Indeed, ever since that particular birthday, Kakashi had become practically inseparable from his copy of "Icha Icha Paradise," reading it constantly whenever he wasn't actively engaged in missions.
Minato had been seriously considering finding a girlfriend for Kakashi recently, recognizing that the young man's current lifestyle was neither healthy nor sustainable.
"Actually," Minato ventured carefully, "since the jutsu was entirely Naruto's own invention, perhaps Jiraiya-sensei isn't entirely to blame for this particular incident."
Hearing this attempt at defense, Naruto looked at his father with pleading eyes, hoping for some reduction in his punishment.
"Hmph!" Kushina snorted with disdain, and both father and son immediately straightened their postures with renewed terror.
"If it weren't for Jiraiya-sensei's previous inappropriate behavior and influence, Naruto would never have thought to develop such a disgusting technique in the first place."
"Um... yes, you're absolutely right," Minato and Naruto replied in unison, neither daring to offer any further contradiction to her logic.
"HAHAHA!" came a sudden burst of uproarious laughter that echoed inside Minato's mind.
Minato's expression shifted to one of resignation and mild annoyance as he realized that even the Nine-Tails sealed within his body had found their domestic situation amusing enough to break its usual sullen silence.
The great tailed beast's mocking laughter continued to reverberate through his consciousness, adding insult to injury as the legendary Fourth Hokage—feared throughout the ninja world as the God of Ninja—stood in his own living room holding water buckets while being lectured by his justifiably furious wife about proper parenting techniques.
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