Disclaimer: I'm bored. You all know the drill. I don't own Naruto.

The Induction Ceremony

Today was the day.

Konohamaru stepped into the secluded forest clearing where his predecessors awaited him. They were all dressed in formal outfits, with faces suitably sober for the solemn occasion. It had been a long time in coming. He had spent days – no, months – working on his techniques and perfecting them. It was his greatest triumph to date that he was able to finally be accepted as a full member of the League that his grandfather had founded (or so it was rumoured).

Konohamaru looked at the faces gathered around him in a circle. It was a small group, but he knew them all. He then looked up at the Hokage Monument, carved into the cliff face high above the village. Old man, he thought. If only you could speak to me now, what would you say? Would you be proud of me? I'm following in your footsteps, you know. You were the first. This is my way of honouring you, too.

Konohamaru smiled with the memory of his grandfather. A small tear formed at the corner of his eye. Finally, after so many years since his grandfather had retired from the League due to old age, a Sarutobi would once again take his rightful position as a full-fledged member. Konohamaru remembered it oh so clearly. He had first found out through Naruto, after the older ninja had gotten back from his training. The League was one of Konoha's best kept secrets, of course. Very few people knew about it – only its own members and their sponsored candidates for acceptance.

His grandfather, the Sandaime Hokage, had founded the League. He had been one of the best… out of the 1,000 techniques he knew as "The Professor", fully one-quarter of them qualified him to be a member of the League. Jiraiya, his best student, had learned a lot from him, and carried on the tradition after the Sandaime had married.

Although the Sandaime was the best, he was very quiet about it… and it was not until Jiraiya took over the leadership that it became more publicly known. A wave of potential members wrote in to him, responding to his publications, asking for more information. He had rejected most of them, finding them not inventive enough. To be a member of the League, one must first invent a technique worthy of being included in the League's repertoire. Half-hearted imitations got you nowhere. It took hard work and sweat – lots of sweat – to master these techniques. One or two he had found promising, and had established branches of the League in the towns or cities he had travelled through. Konoha was still the main headquarters though.

Of course, although Jiraiya was the overall President of the League, Kakashi maintained the Konoha branch. Kakashi wasn't very outstanding, at first. He was only mediocre… more interested in copying techniques than inventing his own. It was only after a long-term undercover mission to the red-light district that he came into his true powers. Sharingan-based doujutsu and genjutsu could be very powerful. Kakashi's newfound techniques earned him the respect of his peers, and full induction into the League. Of course, most of the techniques he invented during that time couldn't be done without the Sharingan, but there were still a couple of normal genjutsu that could be used.

Naruto was a natural-born genius. His sheer inventiveness had manifested at a young age, coming up with techniques such as the Harem-no-Jutsu. It had later developed into even more profound ninjutsu. Konohamaru hoped that one day, he would be able to surpass his mentor's efforts. It was Naruto, of course, who had first spotted his raw talent, and had taught him the basic techniques. Later on, he had recommended him to Jiraiya, who had set Konohamaru a test – a test that took him nearly two years to complete. But finally, Konohamaru had succeeded in developing his own brand of perverted ninjutsu.

And today was his induction ceremony into the League of Extraordinary Perverts.

After the ceremony was over, Kakashi sidled over to his superior.

"Are you busy?" he murmured. "I have a couple of things to discuss with you."

Jiraiya frowned over the statistics chart he held in his hand. "Our recruitment adverts on the backs of my Icha Icha novels aren't doing so well. We seem to be getting only moderate replies – nothing truly hardcore anymore." He looked up and sighed. "Well, never mind. What is it you have to discuss with me?"

Kakashi held up two fingers and ticked one off. "First, I'm thinking of recommending Anko as a potential member of the League. I think she's got a lot of raw talent. Did you see the tape of her and Gai that's been travelling around?"

"Of course I've seen it. Who do you think stole it from their house in the first place?" Jiraiya snorted. "But that alone doesn't qualify her. She needs to make a Significant Contribution to the Development of Perverted Ninjutsu before she can be accepted."

"Well, let me at least try to recruit her as a student," Kakashi asked. "Her posters of Ibiki were pretty good – I think she's got enough inventiveness to handle it."

"She wrote the one about the techniques?"

Kakashi nodded.

"Okay then, she's got potential," Jiraiya approved. "All right, I'll give my permission. What's the second thing?"

Kakashi grinned under his mask.

"I just came from the Admin building. Do you want to know who Ibiki's perfect match is?"