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The next day, Naruto went to take his ID photo and fill out the necessary paperwork.
"Are you really going to take the photo like this?" the photographer asked.
"Yeah," Naruto replied.
He was still dressed in black-and-white attire, but now he wore a white mask, with his forehead protector hanging loosely around his neck. Aside from his ears and hair, there was no way to tell who he was.
As for whether the Third Hokage would approve of this, Naruto thought it was rather unfortunate that the old man hadn't seen his Sexy Technique before dying.
Sure enough, the Third also found it regrettable. He summoned Naruto to his office and began questioning him: "Why did you take the photo like this?"
Naruto simply replied, "No reason."
"So you really don't want to show your true face?" The Third took a deep drag of his pipe, exhaling a perfect smoke ring.
"Mm," Naruto nodded. If he didn't want to show his face, then he didn't want to—it was as simple as that.
"This application won't pass," the Third declared outright, rejecting Naruto's form.
Old man, you've brought this upon yourself.Â
"Oh? Are you planning to convince me by force?" The Third's interest was piqued when he saw Naruto forming hand seals. After all, no one in Konoha knew the extent of Naruto's strength—not even Naruto himself. All he knew was that he was stronger than Sasuke.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!" Poof! Over twenty clones of Naruto appeared in the room.
"Transform!" They all simultaneously formed the seal for the Transformation Technique.
Suddenly, over twenty swimsuit-clad beauties appeared, surrounded by a haze of smoke. Each wore a different swimsuit.
Having lived near Qingdao's Golden Beach, Naruto could confidently claim that he had spent two golden months watching the sea every afternoon.
The Third Hokage, one of the eight "colors" of Konoha, immediately surrendered, blood spurting from his nose as he flew backward, unconscious. His recent bout of low blood pressure wasn't helping matters either.
Naruto had ranked these eight "colors" himself. They included the Third, Jiraiya, Iruka, Yamato, Ebisu—all five of whom had been felled by the Sexy Technique—as well as Konohamaru, the developer of the technique, and Kakashi, who openly read smut on the streets.
With the Third defeated, Naruto teleported away. He knew his application would be approved eventually—it was just a matter of both sides saving face.
Naruto considered himself the type of person who would refuse to become a shinobi if his application were denied.
If they truly wanted him to remain a civilian, fine—he'd move as a civilian. And if he moved, Konoha wouldn't have jurisdiction over where he relocated. It was entirely up to him.
As for defecting from the village, how could he defect if he weren't even a shinobi? He was just a civilian living here temporarily.
After all, in the original story, Naruto had passed despite disguising himself as that bizarre figure.
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Returning home, Naruto began preparing for his date. Though he was a straightforward guy who usually threw on whatever clothes were handy, today was different. He spent ten minutes picking out an outfit, finally settling on another black-and-white ensemble.
Skipping lunch, Naruto arrived at the Hyuga residence at 11 a.m. Ignoring the stares of the surrounding Hyuga clansmen, he remained unfazed. If they were upset about him courting their young lady, they could try to stop him.
Hinata emerged promptly, clad in a small-patterned white kimono adorned with pink cherry blossom fragments. She wore wooden geta sandals, her sock-covered feet peeking out as she walked.
Coincidentally, Naruto was not only a fan of chests but also legs and feet—and especially long, straight black hair. Unfortunately, Hinata currently sported short hair, which was a pity…
But Naruto didn't plan to ask her to change. He would let her do as she pleased.
The little loli's blushing face looked so tempting, it made him want to take a bite and taste her sweetness.
[Hold it together, hold it together. This is the Hyuga residence.] Naruto quickly suppressed his primal instincts and maintained his composure. Provoking them too much might result in a hundred or so Byakugan users storming out. And unlike Shapuais (a play on words referring to a fictional eye-drop brand), Naruto didn't have any miracle cures for blindness.
Anyway, there would be plenty of opportunities later.
Taking her small hand, Naruto refrained from teleporting. Even a straightforward guy like him knew better than to ruin a date by opening a portal.
The two walked hand-in-hand, leaving behind a crowd of enraged Byakugan users whose veins bulged from lack of medication.
Though Naruto was familiar with the streets of Konoha, he didn't know the shops well, so Hinata led the way.
"Naruto-kun, you've really never gone shopping before?" Hinata asked in disbelief.
"Nope," Naruto replied. He didn't consider his usual routine of teleporting in, buying something from a weapons shop, and teleporting out again as "shopping."
Hinata realized that Naruto disliked interacting with outsiders, but she hadn't known the extent of it until now. Outside of his classmates and the Third Hokage, Naruto didn't know a single person in Konoha.
This worried Hinata a bit. Would their wedding be too cold and empty if there weren't enough guests?
As they walked, Naruto noticed Hinata's face suddenly flush red. He tilted his head in confusion.
What now? Why was she blushing all of a sudden?
Hinata led Naruto to what she considered the best place in Konoha—a street lined with food stalls.
"Naruto-kun, everything here is delicious," Hinata said, pulling him to the first stall. Typically, those bold enough to set up shop at the entrance were highly skilled.
They purchased fried squid balls—four skewers per small bag. Naruto paid and began eating.
He had saved up a lot of pocket money since he had nowhere to spend it. If that wasn't enough, he had gold bars stored in his warehouse. If needed, he could even build a house.
Though Naruto didn't want to disrupt the precious metals market in the Naruto world, he could use it in emergencies.
The two laughed and chatted as they strolled. At one point, Hinata dragged Naruto to a goldfish-catching booth. Despite his current confidence, Naruto was defeated by the delicate paper nets—they broke at the slightest touch, and using chakra was forbidden.
After becoming obsessed with catching goldfish, Naruto had to be dragged away by Hinata. He sighed, feeling that this was even scarier than gambling.
Some passersby recognized Naruto, though most didn't. After all, the Nine-Tails jinchuriki hadn't been seen in nearly a decade.
If someone casually mentioned it, fine. But if anyone dared to strut up and act cocky, Naruto would make sure to hit them with a perfectly angled Tailed Beast Bomb during his fight with Tendo Pain. And after they died, he could throw a rave at their grave with two thousand shadow clones performing synchronized dances.
As they neared Ichiraku Ramen, they didn't enter.
"Hinata, if anything happens to Konoha in the future, make sure Hanabi follows the owner of that ramen shop," Naruto said, pointing to the restaurant.
"Why?" Hinata asked, puzzled by Naruto's cryptic remark.
"I feel like he has the ability to turn misfortune into fortune," Naruto explained. He couldn't exactly say that the man was the legendary Otsutsuki Ichiraku, whose noodle techniques were divine and who had survived the Almighty Push unscathed.
"Okay," Hinata agreed, though whether she'd relay the message was another matter.
Accompanying a woman while shopping was a terrifying experience—even for a world-class marathon runner, you'd still need to pace yourself.
Thanks to their sheer determination, women received a shopping boost comparable to Wang Jinxi's relentless spirit. Men, on the other hand, only experienced such fervor during certain… private moments.
Especially when your girlfriend could eat endlessly, shopping became pure suffering.
"Hinata-chan, I really can't eat anymore," Naruto groaned. They had already traversed most of the snack street, but Hinata still insisted on sharing more delicacies with him.
This was truly terrifying.
In the end, the two walked hand-in-hand toward the Hyuga residence as the sun dipped below the horizon.
Before parting, Naruto took a bite of a red apple tinged with white, then another bite after it ripened fully.
"Thank you for the meal," Naruto said, echoing a line from Rem to Subaru in Re:Zero. Then he ran off, leaving behind a steamy Hinata.
He had no choice but to flee—the gates of the Hyuga residence had already opened.
With the Byakugan's wide field of vision, they probably didn't see anything… right?