KONOHA :THE RISE OF KAITON

The training ground buzzed with activity as a group of young shinobi surrounded one individual in the center. Their voices rang out in excitement.

"Hurry up, Kaiton! Don't transform into someone like Tenzou-sensei; he's so old-fashioned. Show us a cool guy!"

"A cool guy? Why not transform into a stunning beauty instead?"

"Hey, not a bad idea, brother. You've got great taste!"

Kaiton, standing confidently in the middle of the circle, crossed his arms and smirked. "You all lack imagination. What's the fun in just transforming into random people? Let me show you something truly entertaining."

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Kaiton's mischievous eyes locked onto Jiraiya, who stood off to the side, already uneasy under his gaze.

"Uh… Kaiton, what are you planning?" Jiraiya asked, his voice wavering.

"Don't worry, Jiraiya," Kaiton said with a sly grin. "You're going to love this transformation. In fact, it's exactly the kind you'd like." He winked conspiratorially.

Realization dawned on Jiraiya's face, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "You mean… that kind?"

When Kaiton nodded, Jiraiya's anticipation grew, and he leaned forward eagerly, practically salivating.

A cloud of white smoke erupted, concealing Kaiton's transformation. As it slowly dissipated, the outline of a figure emerged—a figure with flawless, pale skin and nothing but strategically placed clouds of smoke covering key areas.

Gasps filled the air. The young onlookers froze, their faces bright red, and blood trickled from their noses as they struggled to process the scene before them.

Jiraiya was the most affected, blood gushing from his nose like a fountain. His expression was one of pure delight as he stood motionless, unable to tear his eyes away.

But before anyone could fully comprehend the "art" in front of them, the smoke obscuring the figure's face began to clear. Anticipation mounted as everyone imagined a face as captivating as the rest of the transformation.

When the smoke finally dissipated, revealing the head of their instructor, Tenzou, atop the transformed body, the reaction was immediate and dramatic.

"MY EYES!"

One after another, the children dropped to the ground, clutching their heads in despair.

On a nearby tree, Nara Shikaku and his friends Akamichi Chouza and Yamanaka Inoichi, who had been observing from above, were so startled that they fell out of the branches.

"Kaiton has gone too far this time!" Shikaku groaned, clutching his forehead.

"I'm going to have nightmares for weeks," Inoichi muttered, his face pale.

"My potato chips suddenly taste like ash," Chouza mumbled, staring forlornly at his snack.

Meanwhile, in the center of the chaos, Jiraiya let out a wail of despair. "Why did I believe in this idiot?! My life is ruined!"

Standing tall and proud, with the head of Tenzou atop the transformed body, Kaiton seemed entirely unaware of the destruction he had caused.

"How about it?" Kaiton beamed. "This is my original ninjutsu—Seduction Technique! Pretty amazing, right?"

A voice cut through the stunned silence. "Oh, it's amazing, all right. Truly a masterpiece."

Kaiton turned toward the voice, grinning triumphantly, only to find himself face-to-face with the real Tenzou, whose expression was dark as a thundercloud.

"Uh-oh." Kaiton's confidence evaporated as Tenzou's furious gaze bore into him.

Before Kaiton could flee, a sharp thwack landed on his head. His transformation dispelled, revealing his original form, complete with a comically large bump.

Grabbing Kaiton by the collar, Tenzou roared, "No more using this absurd jutsu! And you're writing me a 5,000-word essay about respect by tomorrow! GOT IT?"

"Yes, sensei!" Kaiton stammered, bowing repeatedly as he tried to shield himself from the flying spit.

As soon as Tenzou left, Kaiton turned, only to find himself surrounded by his peers, their eyes glowing ominously.

"Guys… it was just a joke!" Kaiton tried to explain. "No need to—HEY! Not the face!"

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Later that day, Kaiton hobbled home with Jiraiya and Tsunade supporting him on either side. His hair was disheveled, and his body was covered in boot prints.

"You're an idiot," Tsunade scolded, her expression sour. "Who told you to invent such a stupid jutsu?"

"It was just supposed to be a prank on Jiraiya!" Kaiton groaned. "I didn't think sensei would be watching!"

"Ugh." Jiraiya shivered. "I'll never unsee that. Kaiton, I beg you—please never use that jutsu again. I'll do anything!"

Kaiton sighed dramatically, already plotting his next move. But when he caught Jiraiya's mischievous grin, he felt an ominous chill.

"What are you laughing about?" Kaiton asked suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing." Jiraiya's grin widened, his mind already scheming.

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Meanwhile, in the Senju household, Hashirama was lounging in the living room, his black hair tied back and his light-blue robes pristine.

"Where's Tsunade? I'm starving!" Hashirama complained.

"You're not starving," Mito replied dryly. "You're just impatient for the food she brings back from Hinatabi's house."

"Well, can you blame me? That kid's cooking is incredible. Even Tobirama couldn't stop talking about it after the last time!"

As if on cue, Tsunade burst through the door, carrying several lunchboxes.

"Finally!" Hashirama's eyes lit up as he eagerly opened the boxes, revealing a variety of delicious dishes, including seafood fried rice.

"Tobirama!" Hashirama called. "Come eat before I finish it all!"

In a flash, Tobirama appeared, his blue armor glinting as he joined the meal.

As they ate, Tsunade recounted the day's events at the academy, including Kaiton's infamous new jutsu.

Hashirama laughed so hard he nearly choked. "That kid's got guts! Seduction Technique—what a name!"

Tobirama's usually stern expression softened into a faint smile. "He sounds interesting. Tsunade, bring him over someday. I'd like to meet him."

"Good idea!" Hashirama agreed. "And if he cooks something good, I'll even teach him a trick or two!"

Mito sipped her tea calmly. "I'd like to meet him as well. He sounds… creative."

Tsunade promised to bring Kaiton over soon but suddenly remembered a question Kaiton had asked that morning. Turning to Tobirama, she asked, "Grandpa, is it true that refining chakra makes us age faster?"

Tobirama nodded. "It's true. Overusing chakra can accelerate aging and shorten one's lifespan."

Tsunade's eyes widened in horror. "What?! I don't want to grow old early! Grandpa, you have to help me!"

She clung to Tobirama's arm, her voice filled with panic.

Tobirama sighed. "There's no way to completely avoid it. But by limiting your chakra use and refining it efficiently, you can reduce the impact. Once your body fully matures, the effect will lessen."

Mito, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. "If you're really worried, Tsunade, you could learn sealing techniques. They can help regulate your chakra and mitigate some of the effects."

Tsunade's face fell. A year ago, Mito had tried to teach her the basics of sealing, but the complex symbols and formulas had overwhelmed her.

"Grandma, no!" Tsunade whined. "Anything but sealing techniques!"

Mito chuckled. "Don't worry, my dear. I'll teach you a simple sealing method when you're older. For now, just focus on your studies."

Relieved, Tsunade nodded.

As the family finished their meal, Tobirama glanced at his granddaughter. "Remember, Tsunade, the strength of a ninja isn't just in their chakra. It's in their heart and their will to protect others. Never forget that."

"Yes, Grandpa," Tsunade replied earnestly.

In her heart, though, she was already planning how to convince Kaiton to cook something special for her grandparents. If she could survive his next prank, that is.

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