Naruto: Playing Minecraft In Konoha

"Tsk... Even though Naruto's idea of this funeral is absurd…"

"The old man would've loved it."

Asuma puffed on his cigarette, his eyes fixed on the stage.

Bang!

Kurenai gave Asuma a sharp smack on the head, crossed her arms, and scowled.

"Hmph... I think you're the one enjoying this!"

"Hah! This has Jiraiya written all over it. What does this have to do with Naruto, anyway? If you're so into it, keep watching by yourself!"

Kurenai scoffed and turned to leave. Seeing this, cold sweat broke out on Asuma's forehead.

"Wait, Kurenai! Let me explain! It's not what you think!"

---

The First Hokage Graveyard Dance Festival turned out even better than Naruto had imagined. The men, in particular, loved it.

However…

It also caused some serious problems for married men and couples.

Notably, none of the older generation of shinobi attended. The crowd mainly consisted of Kakashi's peers and a few others who were close to the Third Hokage. Naruto didn't dare invite the clan heads. He was afraid they'd kick him out on the spot.

After all, hosting something like this at the Third Hokage's grave? It was bound to give them headaches. What if their own descendants copied this after they died? Just the thought was enough to make their temples throb.

Hearing rumors that Jiraiya planned a dance party at the Third Hokage's grave, they forbade their family members from attending.

Still, plenty of people showed up.

Seriously, how could anyone resist? There were beautiful women to watch and delicious food to eat—why not come?

---

"The First Hokage Graveyard Dance Festival begins now!"

On stage, Uzumaki Naruko loudly announced the start of the event. The performers quickly lined up.

Behind the DJ booth stood Uzumaki Qiaofeng. Wearing headphones, he swayed to the beat, nodding rhythmically as he started spinning records.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

"I'm your DJ tonight—Uzumaki Qiaofeng!"

"Let's move with the music, shall we?"

As his voice rang out, the music began.

---

The tune was jarringly upbeat.

Our love is like a falling star…

The untrained singers and dancers onstage resembled a chaotic mess of wild movements.

The shinobi seated at the banquet tables couldn't help but sway along to the beat.

Behind the noisy stage, a group of oddly dressed performers waited for their turn.

Among them were two Akatsuki members in their iconic red-cloud cloaks.

"What's with these outfits?"

"Black cloaks, straw hats, nail polish? Seriously?"

"Here, change into these."

Uchiha Itachi: …

Kisame: …

Kozuro tossed them two bunny girl costumes.

Itachi and Kisame held the garments in stunned silence for a long time.

"Itachi-san…" Kisame muttered, looking at the outfit and then at the music blasting from outside. "Something feels… off about this."

Itachi remained silent.

To be honest, he felt conflicted.

As a Konoha spy, not only was his boss dead, but now the village's whole atmosphere had turned bizarre.

There was no way he'd wear that outfit. What if Sasuke saw him?

"Let's go."

Ignoring Kozuro, Itachi walked away, resisting the urge to stab the man out of sheer frustration. With their hats pulled low, he and Kisame pushed through the crowd toward the stage.

---

Meanwhile, Naruto squatted on the ground, joking around with Jiraiya and Kakashi.

He didn't notice that Hinata was standing right behind him.

"Hey, Naruto, which one of them do you like?"

"Me?"

Naruto thought for a moment before replying, "If I were 30, I'd go onstage and dance with them. If I were 20, I'd step offstage and dance with them..."

"And if you were 13?"

Before Naruto could finish, Hinata's voice cut in from behind him.

The men immediately stiffened.

Jiraiya and Kakashi turned to look at Hinata, their eyes full of schadenfreude.

Oh, this is going to be good.

The chance to see Naruto get scolded? Priceless.

Naruto, however, didn't even flinch. He looked calm—almost as if he didn't care.

He gave off the vibe of someone whose composure wouldn't crack even if a mountain collapsed in front of him.

But in reality...

---

Inside his mind, Naruto was screaming.

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!

Big fox! Wake up! Blow up the entire village!

Kurama, interrupted from watching an exciting scene in his own mind, growled irritably.

"I'm busy. Do it yourself."

Hearing Kurama's refusal, Naruto felt like his whole world had turned gray.

With Hinata standing behind him, his pores were practically screaming in terror.

If he didn't give a good explanation, he'd be in big trouble.

Taking a deep breath, Naruto's mind raced.

In just 0.03 seconds, he made his decision.

Turning with a radiant smile, he took Hinata's hand and said tenderly, "If I were 13, I'd only choose to be with Hinata-chan."

"After all, I'm going to marry her one day."

"Mar... marry?!"

Hinata's face flushed bright red. Her mind blanked out entirely.

This is too much!

How could Naruto-kun say something like that in front of everyone?!

And Jiraiya was his mentor… Did this count as meeting the parents?!

Dazed and overwhelmed, Hinata allowed Naruto to lead her away.

---

As Naruto led his flustered fiancée away, he continued shifting blame.

"Hinata-chan, I swear, it was those two white-haired guys. They're no good. They dragged me over, saying I needed to see the 'adult world.'"

Jiraiya and Kakashi exchanged bitter glances.

Crap!

That brat threw them under the bus so fast it was dizzying.

Wasn't it his idea in the first place? He'd been calling them "Kakashi-sensei" and "Jiraiya-sensei" all night.

Now this?!

The two white-haired men looked at each other, sighing in exasperation.

"This kid…" Jiraiya muttered. "Has he always been like this?"

Kakashi sighed deeply.

"Yes. That afternoon six years ago… I should've stayed out of the bookstore."

As Kakashi began complaining, Jiraiya found himself sympathizing deeply.

He, too, regretted ever returning to the village.

---

Sasuke, ignoring the chaos, decided to leave and resume training.

Just as he turned to go, he caught a glimpse of two familiar figures in the middle of the madness.

One of them looked oddly familiar...

Meanwhile, Itachi scanned the crowd, searching for his little brother.

But after several minutes, he didn't see Sasuke anywhere.

Strange… Did Sasuke not come?

Irritated by the loud music and Kisame's incessant swaying beside him, Itachi's patience was wearing thin.

"Kisame," he muttered, his voice cold, "stop dancing."

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