Chapter 22 - Along With The Pervy Sage

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Mi Blade narrowed his eyes, determination sparkling within them like fireworks bursting against a night sky.

“I’ve got more than skill.”

With that declaration, he formed several intricate hand seals. The ground beneath him began to tremble as if it were trying to escape a particularly dreadful punchline. The crowd’s murmurs grew louder, an undercurrent of anticipation crackling in the air.

Suddenly, with a dramatic flourish, Mi Blade summoned a massive sword from the earth, mimicking the famed Earth Release technique his mother had once used.

The sword erupted from the ground with all the awkward elegance of a teenager desperately trying to impress their crush. It seemed to defy the laws of reality, almost plucked from the pages of a fantasy video game, glimmering as though it had just come from an epic battle and perhaps boasting a health bar if you squinted hard enough.

Gripping the sword, its blade shimmering like a precious gem in the sunlight, Mi Blade pointed it at Jiraiya like a child wielding a glow stick at a concert, his confidence radiating with each moment.

Jiraiya’s eyes widened in genuine surprise.

“Whoa! So you’ve inherited some of your mother’s talent too, huh? Just don’t tell her I said that; I value my life more than my dignity!” His voice was a mix of admiration and a hint of humor, revealing his respect for the young shinobi.

Without further hesitation, Mi Blade dashed forward, swinging the colossal sword with astonishing speed, as if attempting to swat away an annoyingly persistent fly.

Jiraiya barely managed to dodge, the blade crashing down with a force that cracked the ground beneath it like an egg underfoot, sending debris flying and startling a flock of nearby birds into the sky.

“You’ve got some serious power, kid!” Jiraiya called out, his expression a blend of respect and trepidation—like a father watching his son attempt a dangerous skateboard trick for the first time.

“But let’s see if you can handle this!” With a sudden burst of energy, he leaped into the air, his hands moving in a blur as he formed hand seals at lightning speed, resembling someone trying to change a tire in a race against time. The crowd gasped collectively, the tension building as they braced for the next outrageous twist in this extravagant ninja showdown.

“Summoning Jutsu!”

With a dramatic puff of smoke that would impress any magician, one of Jiraiya’s signature toads appeared beneath him.

However, this toad seemed far more annoyed than intimidating, letting out a deep croak that sounded suspiciously like it was about to take a nap—complete with a yawn that could rival the loudest snore in the village.

But Mi Blade wasn’t about to let a sleepy amphibian steal the spotlight. With swift precision, he sheathed his sword back into the ground and began weaving his own seals, his hands flying through the motions with the urgency of someone trying to catch the last train home.

Suddenly, the ground beneath the toad erupted like a poorly-timed fireworks display, catching the creature completely off guard and launching it into the air like a cannonball.

The toad flailed about, confusion plastered across its face, as if it had just realized it wasn’t at an all-you-can-eat buffet anymore and that the special had been canceled.

Jiraiya landed lightly, a broad grin spreading across his face like he had just discovered a hidden stash of ramen.

“You’re full of surprises, kid! Just like a box of ninja chocolates—you never know what you’re gonna get!”

Mi Blade smirked, his confidence radiating like a neon sign on a dark street.

“I told you, don’t underestimate me. I’ve got tricks up my sleeve! Just don’t ask what else is in there; it’s mostly snacks and old homework.” His playful defiance added a layer of charm to the already electrifying atmosphere.

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The two stood facing each other, the air thick with energy, a palpable tension that felt like it could be sliced open with Mi Blade’s now-sheathed sword. The crowd around them had swelled, whispers of Mi Blade’s impressive display spreading like wildfire—phrases like “Did you see that?!” and “Who does this kid think he is?!” filled the air, a mixture of awe and disbelief.

Jiraiya, a man whose reckless charm had kept him alive for years, stood before Mi Blade with an amused twinkle in his eye. His reputation as a beloved yet irresponsible figure in Konoha was undeniable, and he had two main reasons for still being around:

First, he was a student of the village, the sort of mascot everyone loved despite his flirtatious antics.

Second, his immense strength was akin to a bull —except this bull had a charming smile and a knack for inadvertently breaking things.

Amidst the escalating chaos, Mi Blade casually picked his nose, completely unfazed by the madness swirling around him.

If anyone were to choose a Sannin to face, it would undoubtedly be the good-natured Jiraiya—he resembled the village's big teddy bear: fluffy on the outside, with just enough danger lurking beneath to keep things interesting.

“Whatever!”

Mi Blade exclaimed, hands shoved into his pockets like a teenager who just remembered he forgot to do his homework. He struck a pose that perfectly embodied the rebellious ninja who felt he had the entire world at his fingertips—or, at the very least, the attention of a cranky toad and a legendary sage.

“Stop talking nonsense. I already beat you earlier! I should be going home to sleep! You know, like a sensible person!”

What an arrogant kid!

Jiraiya, feeling like a wise old owl ready to impart vital life lessons to a naive chick, decided that tonight would be the night he would deliver the most profound lesson of Mi Blade's life.

Picture it as a TED Talk, but with more punches and fewer PowerPoint slides. Even if the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama, were to appear with popcorn and a cozy blanket, he wouldn't be able to interrupt this showdown!

“Bring it on, kid!” Jiraiya declared, his voice calm yet charged, reminiscent of a chef about to unveil a dish so spicy it might induce spontaneous combustion.

Mi Blade extended his hand, looking serious and contemplative, and began performing his hand seals:

“Boar → Dog → Bird → Monkey → Ram.”

Each seal was executed with such deliberation that it could have filed for a coffee break, taking nearly a full second for each one. Jiraiya snorted, unimpressed, shaking his head as if trying to rouse himself from a tedious lecture.

"Really? A tortoise could do hand seals faster! What are you, the world’s slowest ninja? This isn’t a Sunday stroll in the park!”

Mi Blade shot back with a playful grin, “Hey, I’m building suspense! Besides, slow and steady wins the race—unless you’re racing a cheetah, but I’m not one to judge.” His tone was lighthearted, but a spark of determination flickered in his eyes.

“Oh, so it’s a Shadow Clone!” Jiraiya exclaimed, finally catching on. Despite the leisurely pace of the hand seals, it was impressive that a kid his age could manage the Shadow Clone Jutsu.

The Shadow Clone Jutsu was a B-rank ninjutsu that conjured real clones, each possessing their own memories and experiences. When the clones were dispelled, all that knowledge zipped back to the original user like an awkward family reunion where everyone suddenly forgot how to make small talk.

This technique required a significant amount of chakra and precise control—like trying to juggle flaming swords while balancing on a unicycle over a pit filled with angry chihuahuas. The more chakra one possessed, the more clones could be created, unleashing delightful chaos upon the world.

As Mi Blade continued to slowly weave the seals, Jiraiya watched with growing intrigue.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, junior,” he thought, secretly hoping for a spectacular display. After all, what could be more entertaining than watching a young ninja attempt to unleash a minor apocalypse while trying to impress a legendary sage?

Finally, completing the last seal, Mi Blade lifted his head, eyes glinting with determination, as if he were a chef unveiling a signature dish at an upscale restaurant, ready to present his culinary masterpiece.

“Shadow Clone Jutsu!” he declared with conviction.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Seven shadow clones erupted into existence, encircling Jiraiya like an overly enthusiastic fan club at a boy band concert, each clone mirroring Mi Blade’s movements with uncanny precision.

Jiraiya shook his head, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he crossed his arms, adopting a judge’s demeanor as if critiquing a talent show.

“Only seven? What is this, a party for ants? Not nearly enough, kid!”

Mi Blade beamed widely, his confidence radiating like sunlight breaking through the clouds.

“It’s more than enough, Lord Jiraiya! Just wait!”

Jiraiya rolled his eyes, still unimpressed. Come on, I’m one of the Three Sannin! I can’t be making the first move against a six-year-old. That would be like a lion wrestling a kitten! What a joke!

But Mi Blade wasn’t finished yet. He formed another hand sign, his confidence soaring like a kite in a hurricane.

The Transformation Jutsu was more complex than the Clone Jutsu, requiring eight seals to be executed. Yet, for someone who had mastered it, skipping a few seals was as easy as sneaking cookies from the jar when mom wasn’t looking.

With surprising speed, Mi Blade completed the seals, and his shadow clones mimicked him perfectly—like a synchronized swimming team, though lacking in elegance and training.

Then, Jiraiya heard Mi Blade chant with the gravity of a ninja performing a top-secret technique.

“Harem Jutsu!”

Jiraiya’s eyebrows shot up, nearly grazing his hairline. What’s next, a cooking show?

Poof!

In a dramatic puff of white smoke that seemed more suited for a theatrical performance, eight young, beautiful, and—dare anyone say—naked women appeared before Jiraiya, each more stunning than the last.

Jiraiya stood frozen, his jaw dropping to the ground like a heavy stone, his eyes bulging in astonishment as if he’d just witnessed the most astonishing magic trick at a carnival.

“What the—?!” he stammered, clearly overwhelmed by the sudden influx of beauty and chaos.

As he struggled to process what was happening, Jiraiya couldn’t help but think, Well, at least I know who to call for extra tutoring!

Suddenly, the training ground transformed into the world’s strangest classroom. Jiraiya found himself desperately attempting to maintain his composure while surrounded by a situation that was both legendary and utterly ridiculous.

It felt as if he had unwittingly stumbled into a bizarre reality show titled "Ninja Makeovers Gone Wild!"

Each of the women possessed their own unique charms—some flaunted impressive figures, others had alluring curves, and all were breathtakingly beautiful,causing Jiraiya’s head to spin faster than a ninja on a merry-go-round after an excessive dose of espresso.