“Exactly.
The Mutually Instantaneous Revolving Technique.
If used right, it’s an absolute game-changer on the battlefield.”
Minato Namikaze stared at the jutsu formula etched into his custom blade, a flicker of genuine longing in his eyes.
“Come on, Minato.
Want to give it a try?”
Hearing this, Minato’s curiosity about the new application completely took over.
He immediately agreed.
“Alright!
Let’s do it.
We’ll mark each other with our formulas and test it out.”
Without wasting another second, the two boys stamped their respective jutsu formulas onto each other.
Senzan’s Daddy is Here!
was slapped right onto Minato’s shoulder, while Minato’s Sword of Shinobi Love was pressed onto Senzan’s arm.
Senzan suddenly hurled his kunai across the clearing.
The moment the blade struck the dirt, he raised a single hand seal to his chest.
“Flying Thunder God!”
Swish!
Minato instantly vanished from his side, replaced entirely by Senzan’s kunai.
Dozens of meters away, Minato reappeared exactly where the blade had just landed.
“Hahaha!
It actually works!” Minato cheered, bursting into bright laughter.
“Because your formula is on me, you can forcibly teleport me to any of your marked coordinates!
The Mutually Instantaneous Revolving Technique really is incredible!”
With another flash of the Flying Thunder God, Minato teleported right back in front of Senzan, grinning from ear to ear.
Until now, he had been the only one jumping through space alone.
Finally having someone else who could zip around with him felt amazing.
The sensation of a synchronized, tag-team teleportation was just too cool.
Standing nearby, Senzan was smiling too.
Though for some reason, his smile was incredibly eerie.
“It definitely works perfectly.
Hey, Minato, want to test the range limit?
Let’s see if I can send you to one of the coordinates I left earlier today.”
Minato’s eyes sparkled.
Obviously, he was completely on board.
“Let’s do it, partner!
Send me as far as you can!”
This was purely a symptom of Minato being young and naive.
If Jiraiya had been standing there, he would have desperately grabbed his student and screamed at him not to do it.
Because when Gekko Senzan pulled a scheme, he was utterly, ruthlessly shameless.
“Get ready, Minato!
Here we go!” Since it was a long-distance jump, Senzan made a show of deeply concentrating his chakra.
Minato nodded eagerly.
A second later, the Flying Thunder God triggered, and the blonde boy vanished without a trace.
The instant Minato disappeared, Senzan moved.
He rapidly channeled his chakra, forcefully erasing the Sword of Shinobi Love formula Minato had placed on his arm. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Then, he turned and bolted like his life depended on it!
Meanwhile, Minato experienced a dizzying flash of spatial distortion.
The empty training ground was instantly replaced by a thick, billowing cloud of steam.
Just as he was trying to figure out where he had landed, an earsplitting chorus of shrieks pierced the air.
“Ahhhh!
A peeping tom!” “He sneaked right into the women’s bath!” “Get the pervert!” “Ahhhhhh!”
Minato’s brain completely short-circuited.
So the steam was from a hot spring…
no wonder the air felt so humid.
But reality quickly crashed down on him.
Wait, this wasn’t right!
Why the hell was he in a public bathhouse?!
‘Gekko Senzan!
You absolute bastard!
You set me up!’
The brilliant Minato Namikaze genuinely wanted to die right then and there.
The blinding expanse of pale skin surrounding him left him completely stupefied.
‘No wonder Sensei Jiraiya—wait, no, now is not the time to be thinking about that!’
Out of pure panic, Minato instinctively tried to trigger the Mutually Instantaneous Revolving Technique to swap back to Senzan’s location.
But the moment he molded his chakra, he realized to his absolute horror that the formula he had left on Senzan was gone.
Perfect.
It hit him then—this entire thing had been meticulously premeditated.
‘Damn it, I just need to get out of here.’
Unlike Senzan, Minato hadn’t scattered teleportation markers all over the village yet; all his marked kunai were still sitting in his own pouch.
In that frantic moment, he literally had nowhere to teleport to.
And then, the women launched their assault.
A barrage of clothes, bath towels, soap bars, and loofahs rained down on his head.
Among the projectiles were quite a few unmentionable undergarments, causing the young Minato’s face to flush as red as a tomato.
Left with absolutely no other choice, he smashed through the window and fled in utter disgrace.
Within half a day, the scandalous tale of Minato Namikaze literally dropping from the sky into the women’s bathhouse had spread to every corner of the village.
Hearing the gossip, Senzan laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his chair.
But karma came knocking incredibly fast.
That evening, a knock sounded at his front door.
He opened it—and was immediately greeted by a fist flying straight at his face.
“Ouch!
Who?!
Who sneak-attacked me?!”
Senzan, who had just been casually chatting with Sami inside, hadn’t raised his guard at all.
Caught completely off balance, the punch instantly gave him a massive black eye.
When he stumbled back and finally got a good look at who was at the door, he broke into a cold sweat.
Standing on his porch, her vibrant red hair floating menacingly in the air around her, was a furiously enraged Red Hot-Blooded Habanero—Kushina Uzumaki.
“What was that for?
That really hurt!”
In reality, Senzan knew exactly why she was here.
Because standing right behind Kushina was another person—someone who was also covered in fresh bruises and scratch marks.
Minato Namikaze.
“Hmph!
Well?
Do you know why I punched you now?” Kushina growled, cracking her knuckles menacingly.
Listening to the sickening crack of her knuckles, Senzan felt a rare, profound sense of terror.
It was a primal fear bubbling up from the depths of his soul.
This was the Hidden Leaf’s Red Habanero.
‘Violent’ didn’t even begin to cover it; she was downright brutal.
“I…”
“I’m warning you, don’t even think about using the Flying Thunder God to run away,” Kushina snapped.
“With that punch just now, I slapped Minato’s jutsu formula right onto your face.”
“What?!” Senzan was dumbfounded.
‘What the hell?!
Her punches come with applied debuffs?!’
Minato offered a sheepish, apologetic smile, gently twirling his custom kunai.
His stance made it abundantly clear: the moment Senzan tried to teleport, Minato would instantly bring Kushina right along for the ride.
There was nowhere to hide.
Wherever he ran, they would follow.
“Uh, hey now, I wasn’t going to run!
With how close we all are, why would I run away, right?
Hahaha…”
Cold sweat poured down Senzan’s back.
‘I’m dead.
I’m actually dead.’
A second later, Kushina subjected Senzan to a tragically inhumane, completely one-sided beatdown.
Even Chomei didn’t dare peep a single word from the mindscape.
Come on, this was the future Nine-Tails Jinchuriki!
Even if she didn’t have the fox yet, the terrifying pressure of her Uzumaki chakra was a constant, glaring warning that this girl was not to be trifled with.
As a lowly Seven-Tails, its best move was to stay perfectly quiet and pretend it didn’t exist.
Rumor had it that after that night, Gekko Senzan didn’t step out of his house for a full week as he nursed his injuries.
Ironically, the incident actually pushed the three of them much closer together.
Senzan and Minato, bonded by their shared trauma of being pummeled by Kushina, frequently met up to explore the intricacies of the Flying Thunder God Jutsu.
And ever since the bathhouse incident, it was as if a hidden door had been unlocked inside Minato’s mind.
He suddenly became highly enthusiastic about ‘gathering material’, though he always relegated himself to the role of the lookout.
The one actually executing the infiltrations was always Senzan.
This left Senzan thoroughly bewildered.
He couldn’t help but inwardly curse everyone from his past life who had labeled Minato Namikaze as a pure, upstanding gentleman.
Pure?
Upstanding?!
The guy was clearly one of the biggest closet perverts in the village!