The two walked in silence for a long time.
Kabuto, being a Shinobi, naturally had no problem with stamina.
But Yukimaru was just a child.
Walking for so long continuously, he soon felt out of breath.
Kabuto turned back to observe Yukimaru's condition and knew that continuing like this was too much.
"Let's rest for a while."
Kabuto said flatly, finding a shady spot to rest.
And night soon fell.
The exhausted Yukimaru fell asleep directly.
"What a bother."
Kabuto felt a headache coming on.
But before achieving his goal, he couldn't use forceful methods.
That also didn't suit his style.
Although it would delay some time, he had no other choice.
He believed Orochimaru would understand.
The night gradually deepened.
Takumi opened his eyes.
Tsunade was no longer by his side.
He smacked his lips, savoring the feeling just now.
He had to admit, the Yin Seal was a pretty good technique.
He would definitely have all his women learn this technique in the future.
Even if their figures couldn't reach Tsunade's level,
At least in terms of appearance, they could all remain youthful forever.
He believed any woman couldn't refuse such temptation.
"What to do next?"
He recalled what would happen next.
According to the simulation process, he should next go to Sasori's hair salon and chat for about an hour.
On his way home, he would bump into Jiraiya and Naruto.
'I won't go to Sasori's. It's just some boring chat, nothing substantial.'
Takumi decisively made some choices. 'But Naruto...'
'I remember, Naruto was also involved in this incident.'
'But that was because Kakashi led the team. With me getting involved, there shouldn't be a need for backup.'
'Let him just focus on his training.'
He made up his mind, washed up a bit, and tidied the messy bed.
"Come to think of it, I haven't asked about Kurenai's moving situation. I wonder how it's going."
Takumi suddenly felt curious.
Mainly because the simulation process didn't show that information either.
It just said that every night when he returned, Kurenai and Yugito were already at home waiting for him.
According to the predetermined path, he treated Naruto and Jiraiya to a meal, and after returning, he missed the chance to have dinner with them.
This time, he would just briefly chat with Naruto and then come straight back.
He preferred to cherish the time with his women.
After washing up and going out, he wandered around the neighborhood.
As the sun gradually set, there weren't many people on the streets.
It wasn't that there was no nightlife, but at least in Takumi's area, there weren't those kinds of establishments.
He didn't need to go there anyway.
After all, he had perfect women waiting for him at home every day.
And more than one.
Naturally, he didn't need to waste time going to those places looking for some vulgar, powdered women.
"Found them."
After wandering for a while, Takumi spotted Naruto and Jiraiya.
"Please, Pervy Sage, just help me train a bit more!"
Naruto pleaded with Jiraiya, his hands clasped together.
"No way."
Jiraiya decisively refused. "I still have to go material collection. I don't have time to play with you, kid."
"How can training be called 'playing'?"
Naruto said dissatisfied. "And can you bear to see your own apprentice being far surpassed by others? That would be a disgrace to you, wouldn't it?"
Listening from the side, Takumi felt a bit emotional.
Because of him, Sasuke had unintentionally gained power far beyond what someone his age could handle.
This immediately created a huge gap between him and Naruto.
For Naruto to not fall behind, he could only rely on the power released when the Nine-Tails within him went berserk.
But doing so would undoubtedly be very harmful to Naruto.
At the very least, it would cost Naruto some vitality, and there was even a chance he could be directly controlled by the Nine-Tails, completely losing himself.
Although the Chakra Minato left in the seal could stop it once,
It couldn't protect him forever.
Naruto wasn't ready to learn Sage Mode yet.
And if he wanted to continue improving now, his only option was to go to Jiraiya.
After all, Jiraiya had helped him train in the Rasengan before and taught him Summoning Technique. He was at least more of a qualified teacher than Kakashi.
In this regard, Kakashi did favor Sasuke more.
Whether it was Chidori or its later variations, it showed how seriously Kakashi taught him.
In contrast, up to now, Kakashi hadn't taught Naruto any actual Ninjutsu, just some basics.
Like walking on water and climbing trees.
"Taunts won't work either."
Jiraiya naturally wouldn't fall for such an obvious provocation, and he really did have many urgent matters to deal with recently.
For example, intelligence on the Akatsuki.
Having traveled outside for many years, Jiraiya didn't just go to various places to collect inspiration and write books.
As a Shinobi, he knew very well the importance of intelligence.
Outside the village, he had an intelligence network he had painstakingly built.
Although he had never revealed it, Jiraiya often obtained intelligence faster than Konoha itself.
This also showed that his intelligence gathering abilities were not weak.
And now, he was quietly gathering information about the Akatsuki.
After all, the Akatsuki had repeatedly sent members to Konoha to attack Takumi.
That kind of powerful strength made him wary.
If those people joined forces to attack Konoha, he was a bit worried whether Konoha could withstand it.
However, he certainly couldn't say these things to someone as young as Naruto.
Such confidential matters were not for Naruto's ears.
"Well then... how about this?"
Naruto reluctantly stepped back, then quickly formed hand seals. "Sexy Technique!"
After a puff of white smoke, Naruto immediately transformed into a woman.
Smoke swirled around her, covering the important parts.
"Oh ho!"
Jiraiya decisively fell for it, his eyes widening as nose blood spurted from his nostrils as if it were free.
Even Takumi, watching from the side, couldn't help but rub his nose.
Even though he knew it was Naruto transformed,
If you ignored the face with whisker marks, the figure was really quite good.