The Great Scroll Heist – Chaos in the Hokage's Office!

"Ah... today is the Academy graduation exam, isn't it?" He leaned forward, a small smirk forming on his lips. "That means Mizuki has already approached Naruto."

Yes, that would save him some effort.

He had left the Scroll of Seals where Naruto could easily steal it. The plan was simple—Naruto, after failing the graduation exam, would be desperate for another chance. Mizuki, in his attempt to manipulate the boy, would tell him about the legendary scroll hidden in the Hokage's office, hoping to use him as a pawn. Naruto would sneak in, find the scroll, and leave, allowing Hiruzen to feign ignorance while subtly guiding the boy's progress.

It was a carefully constructed test, one that would also let him eliminate Mizuki in the process. Everything was perfectly in place.

Except... something was wrong.

His brow furrowed.

Why did it feel like there was something amiss?

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and his expression darkened.

The presence of multiple chakra signatures... the movement outside the Hokage Building...

This wasn't just Naruto.

A dozen shinobi had infiltrated the premises.

The Heist Begins!

Moving like shadows in the night, the Twelve Genin candidates navigated through the Hokage Building. They moved swiftly but carefully, aware that any misstep could spell disaster.

Outside, Hinata, Ino, Sakura, and Tenten stood guard, their senses heightened for any disturbances.

Inside, Naruto, Sasuke, Shouta, Kiba, Shikamaru, Choji, Neji, Rock Lee, and Shino pressed forward toward their target.

Shouta Kazuki, walking at the front, couldn't help but smirk. He had long suspected the Hokage had left the Scroll of Seals out on purpose. The whole situation reeked of manipulation. But that didn't matter—what mattered was that the scroll contained jutsu that the village had hoarded for generations.

Jutsu that he wanted.

The idea of learning the legendary techniques sealed away by the Second Hokage himself filled him with anticipation.

But there was something else, too—he was curious. Curious about how Sarutobi would react when he realized it wasn't just Naruto taking the scroll, but all of them.

They reached the Hokage's office door.

Naruto grinned, taking a deep breath. Then, without warning—

BAM!

He kicked the door open.

"GRANDPA HOKAGE! I'M HERE!"

Sarutobi Hiruzen's eyelid twitched.

For a long moment, he simply stared at the group of young shinobi standing before him. His plan had gone completely off the rails. This wasn't some quiet theft—it was a full-blown raid.

"…What exactly do you all think you're doing?" he asked, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge of warning.

A flicker of hesitation passed through some of them. After all, this was the Hokage.

But Naruto, ever fearless, stepped forward.

"Grandpa, I made a new jutsu! I want to test it on you!"

Sarutobi raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Oh? And what kind of jutsu might that be?"

Naruto smirked.

With rapid hand seals, he activated his jutsu.

"SEXY JUTSU!"

Poof!

In an instant, the room filled with pink smoke.

And when it cleared—

Standing before the Hokage was a stunning, golden-haired woman with twin pigtails, dressed in the most revealing outfit imaginable.

She leaned forward playfully, batting her eyelashes.

"Uncle Hokage~" she purred. "You're so serious all the time. Why don't we have a little fun?"

The room fell silent.

Then—

BOOM!

The silence that followed was deafening.

A geyser of blood erupted from Sarutobi Hiruzen's nose, launching him backward like a ragdoll. He crashed against the wall, the sheer force rattling the Hokage's office. His vision blurred, and the last thing he saw before losing consciousness was Naruto's smug grin of victory.

For a brief moment, not a single Genin candidate moved.

Shikamaru's jaw nearly hit the floor.

Sasuke instinctively wiped his nose, then froze as he realized he, too, had a nosebleed.

Even Neji, usually composed, turned his head away, unwilling to acknowledge the absurdity of what had just happened.

"...Did that actually work?" Kiba whispered in disbelief.

Shouta Kazuki struggled to keep his laughter in check. He had anticipated the Hokage being weak to Naruto's ridiculous jutsu, but for it to be this effective? That was beyond anything he had imagined.

"Alright!" Naruto cheered. "Quick, grab the scroll!"

With the legendary Scroll of Seals now unguarded, Naruto wasted no time in snatching it from its pedestal. The group bolted from the Hokage's office, moving swiftly through the halls before anyone could react.

By the time Sarutobi regained consciousness, they were long gone.

Somewhere in the Pure Land…

Deep in a tranquil villa, Senju Tobirama sat comfortably, enjoying a steaming hot pot. A bottle of sake rested beside him as he hummed an unfamiliar yet oddly catchy tune. At first, he had resisted learning the strange song, but over time, he had found it quite pleasing—especially when paired with a good meal.

He had just taken a sip of sake when his senses picked up on something. A moment later, he spat out his drink in pure shock.

"What the hell?!"

Tobirama's connection to the physical world through the summoning space allowed him to witness everything that transpired in Konoha. And right now, he had just watched his successor—his once-proud disciple, Sarutobi Hiruzen—get taken down by a seduction technique.

A simple, juvenile, utterly pathetic technique!

Not only that, but the sheer volume of blood loss was beyond concerning. This was a serious injury!

Tobirama's eye twitched as he observed the group of kids fleeing with the Scroll of Seals.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, gripping his sake bottle so tightly it cracked. "A bunch of brats just raided the Hokage's office, and no one stopped them?! This is a disgrace!"

Somewhere nearby, two legendary figures were engaged in a rather childish competition.

Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara stood by a small river, locked in an intense contest to determine who could pee farther.

At first, Madara had refused to participate, claiming it was a childish game from their youth. But Hashirama, ever persistent, had dragged him into it. And now, with his competitive spirit ignited, Madara was fully focused.

His eyes gleamed with determination as he aimed across the river, determined to claim victory.

"Jie jie jie jie jie jie…!" Madara cackled. "Hashirama, you couldn't beat me when we were kids, and you won't beat me now! Mito has to prepare special meals for you to even keep up with me. How can you possibly compete? Look at this—I'm going to pierce through that rock!"

But just as Madara was about to unleash his ultimate technique, Hashirama gasped in pure astonishment.

"Si guoyi!!!"

Madara smirked. He knew it. Hashirama was witnessing his greatness in action!

But when he glanced at his rival, his expression darkened.

Hashirama wasn't even looking at him.

Instead, the Senju leader was completely fixated on what was happening in Konoha.

"Madara!!! Look at this! Little Naruto's jutsu is incredible!!! I'm going to learn this technique too!!!"

Madara scoffed in disdain, finally turning his attention to the mortal world.

And when he saw the full scene, he nearly fell over laughing.

"The Third Hokage of Konoha," he sneered, "taken down by a cheap transformation jutsu? Look at that blood loss! I—I can't—this is too ridiculous!"

His laughter echoed across the river, shaking the very fabric of the Pure Land.

Yet, his amusement immediately vanished when Hashirama turned toward him, eyes gleaming with newfound excitement.

"Madara," Hashirama said eagerly, "do you think you can also learn this technique? I want to see what you'd look like as a girl!"

Madara froze.

A horrifying image flashed through his mind—a transformed Hashirama, long, flowing black hair, impossibly long legs, a perfect hourglass figure, and an alluring expression that could rival any seduction jutsu.

For the first time in decades, Madara felt an unfamiliar sensation in his body.

His nose itched.

"…Tch." He hurriedly wiped his face with the back of his hand.

Hashirama gasped.

"Madara!!! Why do you have a nosebleed?!"

Madara immediately backed away. "Shut up, you fool! Get away from me!"

But Hashirama, ever persistent, refused to let it go.

"Come on, Madara! Just transform once! Just once! I want to see it!!! I bet you'd be super pretty!!!"

As if to emphasize his enthusiasm, his own nose began to bleed.

Madara's face turned crimson.

"You absolute imbecile!" he roared. "Get away from me!!!"

At the Uzumaki residence, Mito was preparing a rather suspicious dish.

The long, cylindrical objects simmering in the pot didn't look like any conventional meat.

With her unparalleled sensory abilities, she was fully aware of what was happening with her husband and Madara.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

Her grip on her chopsticks tightened.

Then, without hesitation, she stabbed one of the elongated objects in the pot.

"Hashirama, you idiot!!! Go to hell!!!"