Naruto: I'm Nine-Tails and My Host is Kushina

What is that lecherous greaseball going to do when he returns now?

Tsunade frowned slightly, pressing her fingers against her temple as she muttered aloud.

If it weren't for the recent news from the scouts, she might've completely forgotten about Jiraiya.

Still, he was one of the Legendary Sannin. Just like her.

Even Orochimaru, the rogue among them, had shown his face in Konoha more than Jiraiya had in recent years. And that was saying something.

Tsunade hadn't crossed paths with Orochimaru often these past few years—only enough to know he was still slippery as ever.

"What else can that idiot Jiraiya do when he comes back?" she muttered, her tone somewhere between irritation and amusement. "He's probably just homesick… or hoping to relive the good old days with me, his 'old comrade.'"

Kurama, who stood off to the side leaning lazily against the window sill, let out a low chuckle.

"Who wants to reminisce with that fossil? He's too greasy for nostalgia," he joked.

Tsunade rolled her eyes but didn't hide the smirk tugging at her lips. "Greasy" was putting it mildly.

But then, something flickered across her face—a mischievous glint in her golden eyes—and a slow, wicked grin followed.

Kurama raised an eyebrow. "My Lady Tsunade… your smile is giving me chills."

"Ahem." Tsunade coughed lightly, then began to approach Kurama with deliberate, sultry steps.

She leaned in close, her warm breath brushing against the shell of his ear like a whisper. "Lord Kurama… how about you do me a little favor?"

Kurama, ever the sharp fox, grinned. "Favor? Hm. What favor are we talking about, Lady Tsunade?"

"Why should I help you?" he added with faux confusion.

"Why should you help me?" she echoed back, feigning innocence. Then she pinched his waist sharply, making him flinch.

"You bastard! We've already done everything we shouldn't have—don't play dumb now!"

Kurama snorted. "So, you admit it now? You're mine?"

"Damn right," Tsunade said boldly, voice turning a notch huskier. "I, Tsunade, am your Senju... it's all up to you now."

She playfully jabbed a finger into his chest. Her demeanor turned impish. "Hmph, and you—closing your eyes and pretending not to know me the next day?"

"How could I, how could I?" Kurama replied with a sly grin, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Tell me what you want me to do."

Tsunade's grin widened. At that moment, everything outside the office seemed to fade away. The sky, the sun, the clouds—none could match the sheer thrill dancing in her eyes.

"Well then..."

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the Hokage building...

Jiraiya finally arrived.

Standing in front of the towering structure, he squinted against the light. A long sigh escaped his lips.

"Well, damn... hasn't changed at all."

Pause.

"Actually—no, it's changed a lot."

The village had become more vibrant than he remembered. Children laughing. ANBU sweeping rooftops. The chakra in the air somehow felt lighter... safer.

His gaze drifted toward the monumental Hokage Rock. He couldn't help but stare up at the massive stone faces.

The First Hokage—Senju Hashirama. The God of Shinobi.

The Second Hokage—Senju Tobirama. Hashirama's brother. The man who invented most of Konoha's jutsu systems, including the cursed Edo Tensei.

Then came the Third—Sarutobi Hiruzen. The Professor. Jiraiya's own teacher.

The Fourth—Kushina the Red-Hot-Blooded Habanero .

And then…

There was her.

The Fifth Hokage. Senju Tsunade. Hashirama's granddaughter. His former teammate. The legendary Slug Princess.

Tch. Jiraiya clicked his tongue.

Now that he thought about it, Hokage really was a position passed among "insiders."

First and Second were brothers.

Third was their disciple.

Fourth was Kushina.

Fifth was Hashirama's heir and Hiruzen's pupil.

Only Kushina—the Red-Hot-Blooded Habanero—had no relation to the line, holding the record as the shortest-serving Hokage after stepping in post-war. A unique exception.

Still, not bad.

Tap… tap… tap…

The wooden clogs on Jiraiya's feet creaked as he ascended the stairs of the Hokage Building.

He reached the top, adjusted his forehead protector, and approached the door of the Hokage's office.

As he raised his fist to knock, a soft giggle floated through the crack in the door.

Tsunade's voice.

Playful. Teasing.

Jiraiya blinked, surprised.

"She's laughing? What the hell's got her so happy?"

Her voice hadn't changed. Still warm, like aged sake. Clear. Lively.

It had been years since he last heard it.

A wave of nostalgia hit him. He hesitated at the door, thinking maybe he could surprise her.

She was, after all, the woman he loved.

He turned the handle slowly and stepped in.

Only to freeze.

His pupils shrank.

Tsunade… was curled up in the lap of some orange-haired stranger with red, slit-pupiled eyes.

A man.

Both were fully clothed, thankfully.

But Jiraiya's imagination didn't need much fuel.

The moment he opened his mouth, Tsunade looked up as if she'd just noticed his presence. Her reaction was... calm.

Almost too calm.

"Hey, hey—if it isn't Jiraiya! You're finally back in the village. It's been so long!"

She stood up with the elegance of a queen, casually adjusting her outfit and reapplying a little lip gloss as if nothing had happened.

Jiraiya's mouth twitched.

"Ah. Yeah. It's been a while."

Awkward didn't even begin to cover it.

He cleared his throat. His gaze flicked between Tsunade and the strange man with her.

The guy was... weird.

Orange hair.

Sharp, vertical eyes like a fox's.

He looked like someone straight out of a Bloodline War file—maybe even with a Kekkei Mora trait.

Handsome, too. Annoyingly so.

Tsunade's type, apparently.

Jiraiya sighed inwardly. Even Minato wasn't this ridiculously good-looking.

"Congratulations, Tsunade. I heard you're the Fifth Hokage now."

Tsunade smiled again, almost mocking. "Thanks. Took long enough, didn't it?"

The room went quiet.

Not because anyone had nothing to say.

But because the air was thick with everything left unsaid.

Kurama rose from his seat and gave Jiraiya a nod, eyes gleaming with amusement.

"You must be the great Pervy Sage I've heard so much about."

Jiraiya raised a brow.

"Who the hell is this guy really…?"

The atmosphere in the office remained heavy with tension, yet charged with subtle energy. Tsunade licked her lips thoughtfully.

Jiraiya realized something else in that moment.

When it comes to appearance, you have to stay away from him.

"Who is this..."

"Oh, your name is Jiraiya, right? Hello, I am Kurama, and I am the boyfriend of the Fifth Hokage, Tsunade."

Boyfriend?

Jiraiya was even more confused.

He just felt like his mind was blank.

He left Konoha for years and Tsunade got taken by some pretty boy?

Judging from the intimacy between the two he had just seen, they were indeed a couple in love.

At this time, Tsunade took Kurama's arm.

A touching smile bloomed on her face.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce him properly.

This is my boyfriend Kurama. He's ridiculously handsome and absurdly strong."

Jiraiya:

Jiraiya felt miserable. Why did he even come back?

Why did his goddess run off with some mysterious guy while he was out risking his life for intel?

He felt like a complete loser.

Suddenly, Jiraiya felt like standing here was just painful.

However, the youthful fire in his heart would never die out.

Kurama?

Was there such a person in Konoha?

Jiraiya didn't recognize him.

Dang Dang Dang

Da da da

Jiraiya struck his classic pose and performed his signature introduction.

"I am the Toad Sage, Jiraiya of Mount Myoboku!"

Tsunade:

Kurama: "..."

Jiraiya really was a greasy old man.

"This friend, I want to challenge you. Let us, as men, fight with all we've got."

Tsunade was about to interject, but Kurama raised a hand to stop her.

"A challenge?

Interesting. I accept."

Tsunade was stunned.

Was this what being a man meant?

Did they really have to fight to express their emotions?

It's a pity she wasn't a man. She didn't understand this burning passion of male rivalry.

Tsunade: "Jiraiya, you need to be careful."

Jiraiya: "Haha—Don't worry, Tsunade. I'll be merciful to your boyfriend."

Tsunade: "..."

"No, I meant you need to be careful. If your life gets taken accidentally, it'll be permanently lost."

Jiraiya: "?"

Who was this Kurama guy?

Was he really that strong?

Tsunade's tone made him suspicious.

Jiraiya became even more intrigued.

He had to prove his worth. Right here. Right now. In front of Tsunade.

However, Kurama's eyes…

Those blood-red vertical pupils... something wasn't right.

There was a terrifying chakra presence hidden under that smile.

Konoha Training Grounds.

Kurama stood relaxed, arms on hips, casual as ever.

Jiraiya, however, was fully alert. Sweat slowly rolled down his forehead.

The only spectator was also the most important one: the Fifth Hokage, Tsunade.

She was also the referee. Audience and referee, two-in-one deal.

Jiraiya: "Don't worry, Brother Kurama. The moment you surrender, I'll go easy."

Kurama: "Oh? Then I guess I won't be showing mercy."

"Swamp of the Underworld!"

Jiraiya moved first.

A massive swamp erupted from the ground beneath Kurama, intending to trap and subdue him instantly.

A broad strategy to limit movement from the start.

"Ugh! This swamp stinks like Gama's armpits."

Hmm?

Jiraiya narrowed his eyes.

Kurama's presence vanished from the swamp.

Looking up—Kurama was airborne!

Standing on a hovering platform of... sand?

Sand?

"Can this guy manipulate sand?"

Jiraiya was confused.

There were no sand-style users in Konoha that he knew of.

Only Sunagakure specialized in that.

This guy... definitely wasn't normal.

"Fire Style: Flame Bullet!"

Jiraiya quickly switched tactics.

He mixed chakra with oil to generate a massive rolling flame.

FWOOOOSH!

The searing fire lit up the sky and swallowed the training ground.

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