“So huge…
so pale…”
“Tsk, tsk.
What prime material…”
“Oh, that one isn’t bad either…”
Outside the hot springs bathhouse in the Hidden Leaf Village, a white-haired man was peeping through a crack in the fence, his cheeks flushed bright red.
He furiously scribbled notes into his pad as he watched.
“Whoa, the one over there has an even better figure!
Absolute top-tier material!”
“Right?
That’s what I’m saying!
Look at that waist!
Those curves!
Tsk, tsk—and wearing white, too!”
A sudden voice chimed in right beside his ear, scaring him half to death.
Caught completely off guard, he bellowed at the top of his lungs, “Who’s there?!”
Instead of exposing the speaker, his shout completely blew his own cover.
Explosions of furious screeching instantly erupted from inside the bathhouse.
“There’s a peeping tom!”
“Over there!”
“That white-haired creep!
He’s peeping at us!”
“Get him, girls!
Beat him to death!”
Well, so much for discretion.
The white-haired man frantically scrambled to grab his gear and make a run for it, only for the same voice to chime in right behind him.
“Every man for himself, Lord Jiraiya!
Sorry about this!”
Jiraiya froze for a split second, only to feel someone hook a foot right around his ankle.
The next moment, he slammed face-first into the dirt, and someone used his back as a springboard to vault clear over the fence.
“You little bastard!
I know that voice!” Jiraiya roared in fury.
“Don’t you run, you brat!”
Before Jiraiya could even scramble back to his feet, a dozen furious women wrapped in bath towels burst out of the hot springs, instantly swarming around him with murderous glares.
“Whoa…
pale legs…
so many legs…” Jiraiya mumbled in a daze just before the blows rained down.
“Wait, not the face!
Ouch!
I’m sorry!”
By the time Jiraiya finally managed to drag himself away, his face was bruised purple, sporting massive throbbing lumps from head to toe.
“Tsk, tsk.
I have to admit, Lord Jiraiya, you sure can take a beating…”
The familiar voice piped up once more.
Jiraiya snapped in sheer irritation, “Senzan, you little punk, you went way too far!
We could’ve easily slipped away together, but you just had to throw me under the bus!”
A figure slowly materialized in front of Jiraiya.
It didn’t walk out of the shadows; it literally phased into existence, shifting smoothly from completely invisible to a solid human form.
It was a teenage boy with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips and deep, dark circles under his eyes.
With his tousled black hair and sharp features, he was undeniably good-looking.
“You must be joking, Lord Jiraiya,” the boy drawled.
“You’re the one who botched your own getaway.
How is that my fault?”
“You little menace, you deliberately tripped me!”
The boy was named Gekko Senzan, a Chunin of the Hidden Leaf’s Gekko clan.
He also had a younger brother who had barely learned how to walk—Gekko Hayate.
Of course, Senzan wasn’t originally from this world.
He had reincarnated here as an infant, leaving him and his baby brother as the sole survivors of the Gekko clan.
Their father had perished in the Second Great Ninja War, leaving the two boys behind, and their mother had passed away shortly after giving birth to Hayate.
Since then, it had just been the two of them against the world.
Now, four years after the end of the Second Great Ninja War, fourteen-year-old Senzan had already risen to the rank of Chunin.
In his previous life, he had been an upstanding youth of the twenty-first century—until an accidental peek at an overly thrilling scene gave him a nosebleed so intense that he literally bled to death.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the ninja world.
Naturally, as a reincarnator, he came equipped with the standard cheat package.
Whether it was karma for dying from peeping or just cosmic irony, his cheat system was both exasperating and deeply satisfying, practically forcing him down the path of a public menace.
His system was titled: Invincible Shamelessness.
True to its name, as long as he refused to act like a decent human being, he would be showered with rewards.
[Ding!
Detected Host peeping on 15 women bathing for 1 hour.
Reward: Physique +1.]
[Ding!
Detected Host sabotaging Jiraiya’s escape and causing him to get beaten up.
Reward: Physique +1.]
Senzan felt a warm current surge through his muscles.
‘Not bad.
A little sturdier already.’
As a member of the Gekko clan, his Kekkei Genkai was the Transparency Jutsu—a rare bloodline trait that allowed him to turn completely invisible while masking his scent and chakra presence entirely.
In fact, his Transparency was far more formidable than the version Hayate would display in the original timeline; not even sensory ninja could detect him.
It honestly made him wonder if Hayate had just completely slacked off on training his bloodline limit to end up so lackluster.
While the ability dealt zero damage, when it came to sheer stealth, Senzan was confident nobody could beat him.
Armed with this bloodline limit, he roamed the village doing every shameless, unhinged thing imaginable—from peeping around bathhouses to tripping unsuspecting pedestrians.
To be fair, making Chunin in the first place was entirely thanks to the system.
[Gekko Senzan]
[Age: 14]
[Hidden Leaf Village, Gekko Clan Chunin]
[Kekkei Genkai: Transparency (Perfect Mastery)]
[Ninjutsu: Multi Shadow Clone Jutsu, Eight Inner Gates, Flying Thunder God Jutsu, Fire Style (Fireball Jutsu, Phoenix Sage Fire Jutsu), Earth Style (Mud Wall, Headhunter Jutsu)]
[Strength: 45]
[Speed: 60]
[Chakra: 55]
[Physique: 63]
[Ninjutsu: 50]
[Taijutsu: 40]
[Genjutsu: 30]
[Hand Seals: 50]
[Ding!
Note: Stats are based on the Official Fanbook/Databook (Rin no Sho), on a scale of approximately 1:10.]
[Summary: You are an exceptionally balanced ninja—which is just another way of saying you excel at absolutely nothing.]
Taking a look at the techniques he had acquired, he had already hoarded several overpowered jutsu.
Heaven only knew how thrilling it had been to slip into the restricted archives under full cloaking and casually browse through the Scroll of Seals.
That day, clutching the legendary scroll by the window, he couldn’t help but sigh with theatrical grandeur: ‘Truly, there is no one beneath the heavens who can match me!’
Back to reality.
Jiraiya rubbed his swollen cheeks, looking at Senzan with blatant envy.
“Your Kekkei Genkai is ridiculously unfair, kid.
It was practically tailor-made for peeping.”
‘Hey, you white-haired pervert, don’t reduce my noble bloodline limit to something so cheap,’ Senzan scoffed inwardly.
‘Tailor-made for peeping?
Well…
honestly, it is pretty amazing!’
Senzan never claimed to be a righteous person.
If he were, he wouldn’t have died from an overexcited nosebleed in his past life.
On top of that, having a system that rewarded him for being a total degenerate meant there was zero reason to hold back.
Going full speed down the road of shamelessness was the only way forward.
Once he grew strong enough, he’d even find a way to peep on an Otsutsuki!
As for how he and Jiraiya had gotten acquainted?
They had run into each other while peeping, of course.
“Heh, Lord Jiraiya, weren’t you supposed to be out on a mission?
What are you doing back already?” Senzan asked, leaning back against a wooden post.
“And running straight to the bathhouse the moment you return?
If Lord Third finds out, he’ll break your legs and yell…” Senzan cleared his throat, doing a spot-on imitation of the Third Hokage: “‘You bastard!
How dare you do something this good without inviting me!'”
After all, Hiruzen Sarutobi had literally invented the Telescope Jutsu just to spy on people from the comfort of his office—the man was an undisputed pioneer of the craft.
“Bwahaha!” Jiraiya burst into laughter, quickly wincing in pain.
“You little brat, you’re not wrong!
Let me tell you, old man Sarutobi is the biggest closet pervert of them all!
But yeah, I’ve been back for a few days.
I even took on a new apprentice from your graduating class.
Minato Namikaze.
Ever heard of him?”
‘Pfft, obviously.’ Minato was the guy who had just rescued the future Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, Kushina Uzumaki, a few days back—the future protagonist’s parents.
“Ah!
Lord Jiraiya!” Senzan dramatically clutched his heart in mock betrayal.
“I thought for sure you were going to take me as your apprentice!
After all, we share such a profound spiritual bond in the art of research!”
He wiped away an imaginary tear.
“It’s over.
You’ve completely crushed my fragile young spirit.
If you don’t compensate me handsomely right now, I’m marching straight to Lord Third and spilling everything about your little escapade!”
Jiraiya stared at him in utter disbelief.
‘…Are you kidding me?
You really have no shame at all, do you?!
You just wanted an excuse to extort me!’