Naruto: Konoha’s Trickster, Starting as the Seven-Tails Jinchūriki

As he watched Pakura, who was finishing washing up, Kazuyama gritted his teeth and stomped his foot in frustration.

"Chōmei, get the Scale Powder ready. I want her unconscious!"

"Huh? Unconscious? Don't you want her paralyzed?"

"No! I need to take her with me. I still need information from her memories."

Chōmei, ever sarcastic, couldn't help but give a thumbs-up. Well, not only does this involve using Scale Powder for underhanded deeds, but also tying people up. What a piece of work.

If it weren't for Kazuyama's telltale nosebleed, Chōmei might have thought he was actually composed.

"Here's the Scale Powder. I don't care how you use it, but seriously, how could you like such an ugly girl?"

"Still brimming with passion? Geez, Kazuyama, your taste really needs some work."

Kazuyama nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. Ugly? Pakura? Chōmei, you old insect, I'll deal with you later!

As Chōmei's chakra flowed into Kazuyama's body, the Scale Powder quickly solidified.

Pakura, meanwhile, was enjoying her bath, unaware of the lurking danger. Her thoughts drifted to what she'd eat at home—after all, her duties as one of Sunagakure's elite Jōnin were exhausting. Managing the Kazekage's affairs and handling other critical missions left her little time to rest.

At that moment, Kazuyama had condensed enough Scale Powder and slipped into the women's bathhouse, his Transparent Escape Technique concealing him.

"Ninja Art... Scale Powder... Sleep," he murmured softly.

Pakura, relaxing against the edge of the bath, suddenly heard the faint sound of a male voice. Before she could react, a strange gas enveloped her.

"Who…" she began to say, but an overwhelming drowsiness took hold. Despite her instincts to resist, the powerful effect of the powder rendered her defenseless. She couldn't even finish her sentence before succumbing to unconsciousness, slipping into a deep sleep.

Kazuyama stared at the unconscious woman, her bare form only heightening his adrenaline. His blood rushed, and before he could stop himself, a nosebleed erupted.

Not now, damn it! he thought, quickly wiping at the bleeding. Yet, no matter how much he cleaned it, the flow refused to stop. Frustrated, he tore pieces of his clothes to plug his nose.

To regain composure, he grabbed a bath towel from a nearby rack, using it to cover Pakura's body and force himself to focus. Carefully wrapping her up, he prepared to use the Flying Thunder God Technique—only to realize a critical flaw in his plan.

He hadn't left any teleportation coordinates in Sunagakure. The only location he could jump to was Sakumo Hatake's.

That wouldn't work. Pakura might be a captive from Sunagakure, but she was still an exquisite beauty. I haven't even had my fill of this yet—how could I let someone else see her?

For a moment, Kazuyama was lost in thought.

On one hand was the mission, and on the other was the allure of beauty.

He wasn't the kind of person who would prioritize a mission over a captivating woman. Especially not someone like Pakura, whose beauty—particularly her perfectly sculpted figure—was unparalleled in the Naruto World.

If only I could abduct her… he mused. Pakura's death in the future, tangled in the web of political scheming, felt like an unjust waste.

Pakura's Scorch Release, a unique combination of wind and fire, was one of the most destructive Kekkei Genkai in existence, possessed solely by her. The idea of taking her back to Konoha suddenly didn't seem so far-fetched to Kazuyama.

"Chōmei, do you think I should take her with me?"

Chōmei, unimpressed, shot back sarcastically. "See what I mean? You've fallen for this so-called beauty and now you want to drag her along."

"That's your business, not mine," Chōmei continued. "But let me remind you, Kazuyama, you have a mission. What will your teammates think of you if you come back with some 'ugly girl' instead of completing it?"

Chōmei's mocking tone turned sharper. "Honestly, you're not a proper ninja. First, you went to Takigakure and abducted me. Now you're in Sunagakure trying to kidnap a Kekkei Genkai user. What's next?"

Kazuyama felt a twinge of embarrassment at Chōmei's words but quickly brushed it off. He wasn't someone who cared about what others thought, not his teammates, not anyone. His shamelessness was his greatest weapon—and his so-called "Shameless System" made him invincible in that regard.

Shame? Who needs it?

"Hmph, I don't care what anyone else thinks. All that matters now is figuring out how to take her with me," Kazuyama muttered to himself. "The problem is, my Transparent Escape Technique doesn't work on others, and I didn't prep the Flying Thunder God Technique ahead of time. Damn it."

He sighed but eventually made up his mind. "Forget it. I'll take her with me somehow."

Without dwelling on the logistics further, he activated the Flying Thunder God Technique. Even though it wasn't ideal, he decided to improvise. At worst, he'd just have to… dress her.

The thought made the corner of his mouth curl into a mischievous grin.

Dressing her... That's going to be quite the project, isn't it?

After all, Pakura was breathtakingly beautiful. Helping her into clothes would be a task that required great… attention to detail.

But what happened next? Well, that's a charged plot, and we can't get into it here.

I've already watched it for everyone, so feel free to use your imagination to fill in the blanks.

It took Kazuyama ten minutes to dress Pakura, his hands trembling and dry as he worked. Those ten minutes were undeniably a "wonderful" experience for him, but he couldn't lose sight of his mission.

With Pakura fully dressed, he activated the Flying Thunder God Technique and vanished from the women's bathhouse with her in his arms.

Unbeknownst to him, the simple act of dressing her would soon lead to a cascade of trouble.

Elsewhere, Hatazaemon, the Third Kazekage and widely considered the strongest of his titleholders, was still working late into the night. His strength came from his mastery of Magnet Release: Iron Sand, an incredibly versatile ability effective in offense, defense, reconnaissance, and sensory techniques.

With war looming, he had secretly distributed portions of his Iron Sand among elite ninja, including Pakura, to monitor their movements.

But now, something had gone wrong. He had abruptly lost connection with some of his Iron Sand—something he had never encountered before.

Zaemon frowned deeply as he analyzed the situation. There were only two plausible explanations.

The first was that someone had destroyed his Iron Sand, but that was nearly impossible.

My Iron Sand is indestructible. Even if it's ground into powder, it retains its magnetic properties, allowing me to maintain control.

The second possibility was far more concerning: the Iron Sand was now outside his control range.

But that's ridiculous. My Magnet Release has an immense control range—easily over hundreds of meters. How could it possibly be out of range?

The missing amount of Iron Sand was minuscule, precisely seven grams—the same amount he had placed on Pakura for tracking purposes.

Pakura... It has to be her.

In an instant, Hatazaemon pieced the situation together. Every Kage earned their title through exceptional intelligence, and he was no exception.

"Is there an intruder?" he muttered, his suspicions sharpening.

The calm night shattered as his voice thundered through the Kazekage's office. "Come here!"

The strongest Kazekage was now on high alert, and Sunagakure's peace was about to be upended.