Naruto closed the door again.
He didn't turn on the lights—leaving the room dimly lit.
"I-I'll go take a bath first…"
Standing in the shadowed corridor near the entrance, Kurenai spoke in a soft voice.
After visiting for more than half a month, she was already quite familiar with the layout of Naruto's home.
She was just about to walk off, but Naruto called out.
"Wait. Did you bring a change of clothes? You're going to shower, right?"
"Ah…"
Kurenai froze—realizing she hadn't brought anything.
She didn't plan for any of this.
But now that Naruto mentioned it, a girl not changing after a bath was… definitely inappropriate.
Naruto raised a hand and conjured a set of clothes.
With a casual flick, he tossed them into her hands.
Kurenai took a closer look—it was a style she'd never seen before:
A white blouse, a black skirt… and a very long, very thin pair of black stockings.
The more she looked, the stranger she felt.
"This blouse... won't it be way too tight on me?"
"And the skirt barely covers my thighs… this is..."
"These stockings are so long—what are they even for?"
Suddenly, she caught on to what was happening.
Bashfully, she asked:
"Umm… what about the underwear…?"
"Ah, well—this outfit doesn't require any," Naruto replied with a straight face.
"R-Really…?"
With her mind in a mess, Kurenai headed into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of water began to echo through the house.
Roughly ten minutes later, she emerged.
At that moment—Kurenai had already changed into the JK outfit Naruto had given her.
Her figure was curvy and perfectly proportioned.
She wasn't thin—
But the soft, shapely curves were far more captivating than any frail figure.
Wearing this outfit, she could only walk slowly.
One careless step and…
Naruto sat on the sofa, watching TV.
But the moment Kurenai came out, the TV lost all appeal.
"It looks good—really good. But I guess it's the kind of thing you'd only wear at home,"
Naruto commented, unable to hold back.
That only made Kurenai even more flustered.
The distance from the bathroom to the living room was ten meters at most.
It took her a full ten seconds to cross it.
When she sat down next to him, her hair was still damp.
Naruto raised a finger—
a gentle Wind Release dried her silky strands instantly.
Kurenai sat on the sofa in a slightly awkward pose.
"Naruto, these past few weeks… I've improved so much thanks to you. I'm truly grateful."
"Oh? So you chose to stay tonight because you're grateful—and want to repay me?" Naruto asked.
Kurenai shook her head, then slowly nodded.
"Yes… and no… I don't know…"
She couldn't explain it—because even she didn't know what she was feeling anymore.
But Naruto simply nodded.
"Got it."
Kurenai blinked, unsure of what exactly he "got"—
But somehow… that didn't matter anymore.
Because after that, she didn't have the presence of mind to think about it at all.
That night—
Inside and outside the house—
the storm never stopped.
With Naruto's current body, if he wanted, he could keep going seven days and seven nights without pause.
But Kurenai was, after all, only human.
He had to pace himself for her sake.
By the time the next afternoon rolled around, Kurenai could finally get out of bed.
She removed the JK outfit and, in front of Naruto, changed back into her regular clothes.
When she stepped outside, sunlight bathed her body.
She squinted slightly—her thoughts swirling.
"What a wild night..."
Walking through the streets, Kurenai was surprised.
Her chakra and mental strength—both had clearly improved since last night.
"How…? Just from doing that with Naruto? It even boosted my strength?"
As she pondered, flashes of last night returned to her mind.
Her face flushed red.
—
Three days later…
Kurenai once again stepped out of Naruto's home, face glowing.
Naruto followed behind and called out to her.
"Kurenai, I'm leaving Konoha for a bit tomorrow."
A flicker of reluctance passed through her eyes.
She didn't ask why—only gave a gentle nod.
"Okay. I'll wait for you to come back."
Her tone was filled with deep affection.
"Here, take this."
Naruto handed her a Flying Thunder God Kunai.
Kurenai accepted it reverently, treating it like a priceless treasure.
"If you're ever in danger—just channel chakra into the kunai. I'll come immediately."
Kurenai nodded obediently.
After saying goodbye, Naruto also sought out Hinata and Ino…
At this point, even he felt like he was turning into a time management master.
He gave each of them a Flying Thunder God Kunai, just in case.
With everything in Konoha settled, and after a period of rest—Naruto once again set out for business.
Right now, his strength was enough to walk the ninja world sideways.
Even if Uchiha Madara were to be revived, he wouldn't be a threat.
But the world of Naruto still held beings far stronger than Madara.
Naruto wasn't invincible—
and that was unacceptable.
Plus, those two Six Paths level rewards had really gotten him hooked.
The surge of power from each pull was… addictive.
His next target was: Iwagakure.
Just like Kumogakure, they had two Tailed Beasts.
With his mind made up, Naruto soared into the sky.
As he passed through Konoha's barrier, Tsunade was startled.
But when she sensed it was Naruto, she sighed in relief—yet couldn't help but feel a twinge of helplessness.
Her thoughts on Naruto were complicated.
—
Not long after, Naruto arrived in the skies over Iwagakure.
Compared to Konoha, the landscape here was far more barren—
just stretches of bald yellow mountains.
The moment Naruto entered the sky above the village, he triggered the barrier—
and the guards were immediately alerted.
A rough-looking young shinobi knocked on the door of the Tsuchikage's office.
Inside, Ōnoki, who was dozing off, was jolted awake.
The shock nearly threw out his back.
He grumbled under his breath.
"What now?! Didn't I say not to interrupt my nap unless it's serious?!"
Rubbing his sore back, the short-statured Tsuchikage got up, twisting his waist.
The young ninja's face was pale, stammering:
"T-Tsuchikage-sama! Someone's broken into Iwagakure airspace!"
Ōnoki snapped fully awake. His brow furrowed.
"Who's got the guts to do that?! Where is he now?!"
Before the young ninja could answer, a voice cut in:
"Right here."
Ōnoki's eyes widened—he looked around the room.
Then his gaze landed on the window.
There, casually seated on the windowsill,
was a white-haired youth, his posture completely relaxed.
Ōnoki narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him more carefully—
and grew more and more alarmed.
He hadn't even sensed when this young man had arrived.
"Who are you?! Why have you trespassed into Iwagakure?!"
Ōnoki glared, assuming the commanding air of a true leader.