That's right, loyal viewers! SoaM is back with a vengeance! Or at least with a mild irritation, one which I intend to have taken care of with some medication I got at the store.

Unfortunately, they were fresh out of the rights to Naruto and its characters, so I still don't own it. -shrug- Oh well. On with the show!

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"Blah" Normal Speak

"Blah" Thought Speak, Letters, Jutsu Names

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Preventer Squall presents:

Son of a Monkey

Chapter 2: The Monkey's Quests, both Noble and Otherwise

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The young Naruto couldn't hold back his laughter as he ran through the park with so many of the new friends he had made.

He remembered how grandpa told him to be careful, since some people would like to be his friend only because he's a Sarutobi. The concept of a false friend seemed silly to the five year old, but Grandpa was wearing the 'big hat' at the time, so it meant he was being serious. Even though he wasn't sure what to watch out for, Naruto would do as he was told, just to make sure his grandpa kept smiling like he did every time he was called grandpa.

Granted, it was only during this last year that technical guardianship was transferred to Sarutobi Asuma, but he had always seen the bearded jounin as his father figure. It didn't mean he didn't love his Grandpa any less, but it was just the logic of a child. Simple and honest.

His laughter overshadowed the brief introspective as he played tag, currently chasing after the blue haired girl with the funny white eyes. In a village where people could snap their fingers and blow up mountain sides, white eyes didn't strike the youngster as all that odd. It was just another interesting little fact about his beloved village, and something he wouldn't trade for all the jutsus in existence. The merriment would have continued, until he ran head first into someone's leg, jarring the blonde and sending him onto his backside with a stunned expression on his face, looking up at the person he had collided with.

It was like a REALLY big version of the white eyed girl, except with black hair, and was a man, and had an unhappy look on his face. These facts, added together, made the child realize that this big person was actually nothing like the girl he was playing with, save for the off-white eyes that were glaring down at him. Naruto couldn't restrain the urge to squirm under the icy scowl, wondering what he had done wrong.

Thankfully, the big man broke the silence by turning his glare on the girl and speaking. "Hinata, I told you it is beneath a member of the Hyuuga clan to fraternize with such.." he paused to fix his derisive sneer on Naruto. "..lowbrow rabble." those words were practically spat out, causing all the children in the playground to look at one another in unabashed confusion, though it was obvious their feelings were hurt. All except Naruto, who suddenly got to his feet and tried to glare back at Hyuuga Hiashi, the head of the Hyuuga family's main house.

Of course, all Naruto knew about this man was that he was a big jerk, and was being mean to his friends. There was no way he could take that lying down.

"I don't know what all of that meant, but you're bein' mean!" he snapped, unfazed by the looks of surprise that came from the various parents of the various children. Something bubbled in the boy's gut as all he got out of Hiashi was a quirked eyebrow, launching him further into a tirade. "My Grampa said everyone is i-important, an' that we should all play nice!" it took all of the boys' willpower to keep from jumping up and down as he defended his friends, already having forgotten the momentary stumble in his declaration. His grandfather hadn't said those words exactly, but the words he had used were really big and hard to pronounce, so Naruto decided to use the abridged version in his rebuke.

It seemed the boy didn't know that getting any reaction out of Hyuuga Hiashi's stoic mask was an accomplishment in itself. Hiashi leaned down to look at the boy, silently admiring the child for having the courage to stand up to him when so many others were cowed by his presence. "Ignorance truly is bliss." he mused to himself, suddenly recognizing the whisker marks that were on the boy's face. "You're the Hokage's adopted grandson." the word 'adopted' was said more like a profanity, causing the boy to unconsciously wince. "It seemed you did not inherit the competence of such a great man, since you have the nerve to speak to your betters in such a manner." he was willing to acknowledge the superior skill of the Hokage, since he had the privilege of seeing him in action when Hiashi was younger, but that did not mean he was going to coddle a child that was only a Sarutobi in name. "Do not presume your superiority, brat. You are just another little gutter urchin to me, since you are as closely related to the Hokage as those cretins in the Takemori clan." He snapped, watching the small boy start to tear up from the tongue lashing.

He almost continued, but the surge of killing intent behind him caused his mouth to go dry, slowly tuning around to stare into the eyes of an incensed Asuma. From the way he was holding the kunai, knuckles stark white, it seemed he had been there long enough to hear him. Hiashi kept his expression as stony and blank as usual, as though the prospect of coming to harm didn't even concern him. Rather then speak to the man, he snorted and turned his attention to his daughter. "Hinata, come." he ordered before walking away, a defeated looking little girl trudging after him.

Asuma could feel his blood literally boiling as he glared at the back of the retreating Hyuuga. Every instinct told him to tear that arrogant bastard into sashimi, but the heart wrenching whimper put out the fires of rage, the embers further squelched when he saw the tears threatening to spill over in his son's peerless blue eyes. Without a word, he kneeled down and picked him up before walking toward the Sarutobi estate, patting his son on the back as he felt the tears stain his vest and heard the muffled crying that accompanied them, unaware of the young blonde haired girl that was watching their departure.

Not a word was spoken as they walked through the streets, Asuma's glare so fierce that any questions were snuffed out before they could even leave a person's lips. He was completely focused on making his way home to talk with Naruto. He was impressed his son had the stones to stand up to an elitist snob like Hiashi, even though he was probably too young to understand what he just did. The kid did it out of instinct, which said a lot about the person he was going to grow to become.

"Hell, maybe he'll be the next Hokage." Even though it wasn't the best time to be amused, he felt a smirk tug at the corner of his lip as he stepped into the estate, taking off his shoes before doing the same for Naruto. By now, the tears had gone dry, and the steady rhythm of his breathing was a clear indication that he had fallen asleep somewhere along the walk. Wiping some of the tears from his cheeks, Asuma took the boy to his bedroom and tucked him in, about to leave him alone when he heard a voice from beneath the sheets.

"Are you ashamed of me?"

The question from a voice so meek and afraid of the answer almost broke the jounin's heart as he turned back around, a smile on his lips as he looked into Naruto's eyes, sitting down on the bed beside him. "Not at all. It took guts to do what you did. If you ask me, it's that sort of courage that makes you a damn fine member of our clan. And I know my father and brother would agree with me." he smiled and leaned over to ruffle the boy's hair, earning a squawk of objection. His father laughed and smirked at the boy, who returned the sentiment with a weak smile. Asuma sighed and reached into his pouch, drawing out a kunai and twirling it between his fingers, catching the boy's attention. "You really upset by what that Hyuuga bastard said about not having Sarutobi blood in ya?" his tone brokered no answer but the straight truth, shaking his head when the boy nodded again.

"Hold out your hand." he said as he took off the glove on his right hand, setting it on the bed and waiting for Naruto to do as he was told. "This is gonna sting." He said before pressing the edge of the kunai again the boy's hand, causing it to bleed. To his credit, Naruto bit his lip and did his level best to keep from crying, though the pain was numbed as he saw his father do the exact same with his own hand. Leaning forward, Asuma pressed their hands together, his face a stony mask as he felt the blood intermingle on their palms. After about thirty seconds of that, he drew his hand back and drew out bandages and ointment with his free hand. "There. Now you've got my blood in you, and your blood in me. This makes you a Sarutobi in blood and name, and you better not take it lightly." he shook a finger at the boy before bandaging both of their hands. "It means you're responsible for the safety of this village, like your old man, your uncle, and your grandfather. If ya do what you can to protect it, then there's no one that can say you haven't earned your name."

He was expecting more crying.

He was prepared for laughter.

He wasn't prepared for this creepy, starry eyed look on his son's face.

He wasn't prepared for the kid to suddenly leap out of bed, his vigor back many times stronger then normal.

But Sarutobi Naruto did them anyway. Not just the latter two, but all of the above.

After the laughter died down, Naruto stood there with a grin spanning from ear to ear, as though he was somehow inspired by the speech. "Then I'm gonna become Hokage, and make sure everyone sees that I've earned being called a Sarutobi!" he shouted, turning around and running to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To talk with grampa about some special training!" the boisterous voice echoed through the hall, as did the sound of him tripping, tumbling, and colliding with a potted plant.

Asuma chuckled and shook his head as he reached into his vest pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and procuring a single stick for himself. "I think I just created a monster." he muttered absently, lighting up and inhaling deeply. "At least he's dad's problem now." he let a smirk grow on his lips as he got to his feet, deciding to grab something to eat with his newly found free time.

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT GONNA TRAIN ME!" those words echoed throughout the Hokage Tower, causing everyone at work to momentarily pause in their various labors, look toward the Hokage's office, and absently ponder what voice could pierce through what everyone was sure to be a soundproof room. Then they realized it wasn't their problem, and went back to work.

The Hokage grumbled and massaged the bridge of his nose as he leaned back in his chair, sparing a glance at his glaring grandson. He was internally pleased that the boy wanted to become the next Hokage, and wanted to see that Naruto got his chance for the title, but what he could do was severely limited. "You may be my grandson, but that doesn't mean I can give you any special favors to get you to be a Hokage. Besides, I'm here most hours of the day, as you know." he slowly leaned against the table and watched the reactions play out over the blonde's face. Anger flickered over his face for a moment, then was replaced with an expression of squinted eyes and scrunched up facial features. He almost admitted that his thinking face was adorable, until his grandson spoke up again.

Thankfully, it wasn't in an earsplitting decibel range again. "I don't want any special favors to make me Hokage. That would just mean I didn't earn it, and that I didn't earn the right to be a Sarutobi." Naruto said as he stroked his chin, trying to break his reasoning down into logical blocks, like his father kept chiding him on. "Besides, you work way too much anyway. Everyone in the tower says so." he waved a hand to the door, as though he also knew about the people who were trying to listen in on the other side. "All you have to do is leave early, train me, then you can have dinner and go to sleep before work tomorrow." in the mind of a five year old, it sounded like the perfect plan.

With a chuckle, the Third Hokage leaned forward and clasped his hands together, a small smirk on his lips. "And who would I appoint to take care of the files I miss?" he inquired, trying very hard not to laugh when Naruto rolled his eyes and said "I dunno. I can't think of everything."

It was then that the Third was struck with an ingenious idea. "I'll make a deal with you." he paused to make sure he had the boy's attention. "If you can create a jutsu that will surprise me, then I will find a way to give you that training." he said with a grin, sure that the boy would turn to Asuma, and would in turn be trained by his father rather then him. He knew that he had been teaching his son the taijutsu style the Sarutobi clan used, and didn't think it would be all that difficult to get him to teach everything else as well.

Naruto let his grin span from ear to ear at the declaration, the gears in his head already spinning as he gave his grandfather a thumbs up and a nod. "You got it! I'll be back before this week is even through!" he shouted, pumping his fist in emphasis before dashing to the door. He had planning to do.

Pleased that his grandson was gone again, he reached into his desk drawer in order to retrieve fresh tobacco for his pipe, letting his chuckle fill the office. He spared a glance to the secretary and the attendants who had been listening, smirking as they scurried away in order to look busy. With another chuckle and a shake of his head, he leaned back and relit his pipe, wondering what the boy would come up within a week.

It would have to be something astounding to actually shock the Third Hokage.

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Grampa really needed new locks.

Really, just about anyone with a hairpin could get into those personal spaces of his grandfathers. It was the only reason he even kept a hairpin anymore, since his hair did the hedgehog impression without having to use any product or conditioner.

Why was Naruto routing through the Hokage's room in the Sarutobi mansion like a pig scouring for truffles? Simple. His dad had said he needed to do research before taking on his grandfather, and where was better to look then in his own room? It seemed logical enough, but it was starting to become rather vexing. Thirty minutes into the expedition, and all he had really run into were his collection of sealed scrolls, some books, and a huge assortment of weapons in his closet. As much as he wanted to give that naganita a whirl(literally speaking), he knew it would probably get him into trouble. So back to the hunt!

Somewhere during his mental reverie, which involved him as a Kage bearing an innumerable number of weapons and wearing the coveted 'big hat', his sandal clad foot stepped on one of the many floorboards near his grandfather's bed. The loud creak that followed was enough to snap Naruto out of his daydream to inspect the said board. "Creaks way too loud for it to be normal." he thought as he kneeled down to inspect the offending plank. To his surprise, it actually dipped down into the floor when he pressed it with a hand. He pressed it down further, curious to see what would happen, and found the other side of the board suddenly snapping up, causing the boy to jump back and squawk in surprise. The board fell back into place, and Naruto leaned down to examine what lay beneath. Inside was a black metal box, looking as though its hinges had been oiled recently. The lock was easy enough to take care of, thanks to his trusty hairpin, and he looked down at the treasure trove he found.

"Books? Why the hell would he put them in here?" he sat down on his haunches and picked up one of the orange-covered novels, glancing at the cover. "Come Come Paradise?" he shrugged and flipped through the pages, pausing to read a random paragraph.

Two hours later, he calmly closed the book, set it back amidst the collection, closed/locked the box, set it back into its hiding space, careful to leave no evidence of its discovery, and walked for the door as a single thought ran through his head.

Which he decided to voice as soon as he got to his room. "AHHHH! IT BUURNS!" he howled as he clutched his eyes and began rolling around on the floor, wondering what kind of depraved lunatic would write such smut.

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Thanks to that mentally scarring side trip, he had come up with a plan that would be able to defeat his grandfather with no trouble. Rather then be inspired by the..questionable reading material, it had actually been one of the omake cartoons in the back pages that had given him the blueprints for a truly nefarious scheme. Now, as much as he wanted to immediately experiment with this jutsu, he found there was one inherent flaw in the plan.

He had never seen a naked woman before.

This explained why he was now hunkered down in the bushes outside the local bath house, trying to part the shrubbery with all the stealth he could muster. And since he was not even a genin yet, this was proving to be a more arduous task then initially intended. The young man found he had a dislike for actions that seemed as perverted as this, but he rebuked it with the mental reassurance it was all being done in the name of research, in the hopes of making him a better shinobi.

It didn't explain why he soon found himself joined by some big guy with spiky white hair, so he decided to make conversation in the strangest place imaginable.

"Who are you?" he leaned over and whispered, ignoring the man's irritated expression, which suddenly softened when he saw the blonde looking up at him.

Kids today were growing up so fast. Jiraiya had to fight back tears at the sight of the newest generation already taking up this time honored practice. And Tsunade always said he would never make an impact on the newest age bracket. "HA! Take that, you temperamental, violent, full breasted, jiggling, well toned rumped...what was I thinking about? Oh yeah, the kid! Take that, Tsunade!" he grinned and held out a hand to the youngster. "Kid, you are in the presence of the great Toad Sennin, Jiriaya." he whispered as loudly as he could, though his pride deflated slightly at the clueless expression on the blonde's face. "I'm the writer of the illustrious Come Come Paradise."

The sudden look of recognition was almost enough to bring the old man to honestly moved tears. Not only was the child one that tried to peek into the women's bath, he had also read his infamous literature. It was as if he had found the son he was almost sure he never had. "And I'm in the middle of my research, so keep it down."

Naruto tried not to gape openly at the blatant pervert. He had just been prepared to launch a rant about how disgusting the series was, but the mention of 'research' was enough to quiet him. It seemed to make no sense, since it seemed like the weird old guy seemed to be well enough acquainted with the female form, if his writing was any indication. "Grampa's always saying that training is never really over. Guess this guy is just trying to make sure he gets his writing(shudder) right." the young boy reasoned to himself, holding a hand out to the man. As big a letch as Jiraiya was, Naruto couldn't help but admire a man that was so dedicated to his work. "I'm Naruto." he said as they shook hands, then went into an explanation of what he intended to learn at the hot springs.

For once, the giggling naked girls were forgotten as Jiraiya rubbed his chin, his expression thoughtful. This Naruto kid had a sound idea to use against whoever his grandfather was, and a good method of getting the necessary intelligence on the subject. He was a little disappointed that he wasn't there for the view, but just figured it would take the runt a few more years to truly appreciate the art form that was the female form. He was already on the right track to being a true super pervert. "Sounds like a good plan, but the way you're going at it could take awhile." he mused out loud, his lips slowly drawing into a smirk as a set-up for some once in a lifetime writing material was suddenly concocted in his mind. "Wouldn't you like to get the measurements you need now?"

Without even thinking about hesitating, the boy nodded vigorously, leaning in to listen to the older man's devious idea. In theory, it was sound. He would need to use a henge to disguise his face marks and hair, and he had managed to pick up on the trick when he watched his father execute the aforementioned move. It was risky, especially if there were any really skilled kunoichi in there, but it was a risk worth taking for the sake of defeating the Third Hokage!

And if they failed, he could still blame it all on the Ero-Sennin.

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One thing that could be said about Konoha kunoichi was that they were as strong as those from any other village, yet managed to retain their own feminine instincts.

And when a little boy comes stumbling into the women's onsen, teary eyed and scared, crying and asking about where his 'big brother' went, they become VERY in tune with the mother that resides within said feminine instincts.

"Keep focus, or else I'm dead." Naruto mentally chided himself as he was soon surrounded by a cadre of concerned looking women. He had used a henge to disguise his facial marks, and wet his now black hair so it remained plastered to his head, but knew that if he was found out, he could be in a world of trouble. It was hard to keep focus as the women hugged him to their sizable chests in an attempt to stop the tears, but he soon found them to be flowing out all on their own. He had never known the loving embrace that came from a mother, and the warm safety it seemed to provide. When he hugged them and continued to cry, it just made the naked women all the more attentive to healing his aching heart.

Jiraiya knew when he was in the presence of greatness. Not only did this kid perform a henge that hadn't dissipated upon contact, he proved his acting skills to be more then extraordinary. If he didn't know better, he would have been sure that those sobs were real. The Sannin's hand blurred over the notepad as he jotted down everything he could about this moment, a whole new story arc for his literature coming to mind. Maybe he would call it 'Come Come Innocence'. It had a nice ring to it.

He glanced at his watch and smirked. For the fantastic performance, he'd give the kid afew more minutes before he swooped in.

After getting the cry off his chest(and onto theirs), Naruto was trying to keep as focused as he could on the task at hand. But despite how business-like he tried to keep it, he knew he was in some sort of paradise. Two gorgeous women were sitting on both sides of him, cooing over his cuteness and worrying if he was going to be alright or not, and he was sitting in the lap a very attractive lady who said she was a kunoichi. The red eyes made him a little nervous, but he shrugged it off as he reviewed the various measurements, textures, and body figures in his mind. Now completing his first jutsu would be child's play, and he was just the child to do it.

"Hey bro, you in there?" a voice called out from the entrance to the bath, though it seemed he was too nervous to actually come in. Several of the single women whispered to one another about what his brother must look like.

The blonde, on the other hand, knew that was the signal to get out of there. "There he is!" he says, making sure to put plenty of relief in his voice before he turned to the women that had been so kind to him, giving them each a hug and quickly spoken thanks for being so nice to him. He gave them all a wave before he dashed out of the women's bath, silently swearing that their trust will not have been for nothing. It just became one more reason to become the Hokage to him.

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He grinned up at Jiraiya as they sat at the counter at Ichiraku's, intent on celebrating their collective victories. "Thanks a lot for helping me. Now I can go and beat my gramps!" he shouted between inhaling bowls of ramen with incomparable gusto.

"It was no trouble, Naruto. Your help with my research will last at least four volumes." Jiraiya patted the notepad and chuckled, leaning against the bar as he ate his dango stick. The more he watched the kid, the more he seemed to be like his former student. That blonde hair that stuck out like an enraged sea urchin, the way he ate his ramen. "If I didn't know any better, I would have sworn that this kid was his kid." he thought, taking another bite as his decided to just get the question out in the open and be done with it. "Who is your grandfather, anyway?"

Naruto blinked and pivoted his head toward the man, surprised that he hadn't actually said it yet. "He's the Third Hokage." he said as though it was common knowledge, missing the pole-axed look that came over Jiraiya's face as the blonde hopped off the stool. "Thank you for the ramen, Ero-san." he said with a bow, remembering how his father reminded him to use proper etiquette when it came to his elders. Especially when he was sticking them with the bill. "I'll see you later. I've got training to do!" he waved and dashed out of the restaurant, intent on getting to the mansion for some serious training.

The older shinobi couldn't say a word as he sat there, watching the boy become a speck in the distance before he got to his feet. "Don't call me Ero-san, you punk!" he couldn't help but shake his fist as he yelled, sure that he had been heard before paying Ichiraku for their meals. With any luck, this latest little excursion would give him enough cash to pay for plenty of meals like this. And maybe afew after dinner treats too.

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"I see. So that's how it is." Jiraiya muttered under his breath and he stroked his chin as he sat infront of the Hokage's desk, a thoughtful expression on his face. To think, the son of his student had become the adopted grandson of his teacher. No matter how you sliced it, the idea was rife with Sarutobi-sensei's meddling. Not that he was surprised, actually. Hearing about what Arashi had done for the village, sacrificing his son in the process, he toyed with the idea of taking the kid in himself.

The Hokage nodded solemnly, silently pleased that he had finally been allowed an audience for the truth that was forced into silence for five long years. It was like a weight was lifted off his chest, allowing him to breathe a little easier, and see a little clearer. "I know I don't have to tell you, Jiraiya, but I need you to keep all of this to yourself. Not a soul outside this room can hear the truth about what happened. I will tell Naruto in time, and I don't want him to hear about it from the warped logic of an angry mob." he explained, his hands fanning outward before his fingers interlinked, his gaze unwavering as he watched his former student. Of all the people, the man sitting across from him was the only person he could actually trust with information this sensitive. He had been the most loyal to the village of the Legendary Three, even though the man had come to see him five days after running into his grandson.

The Sannin rolled his eyes and waved his hand in a dismissive fashion, shaking his head as he tried not to sigh. Really, did the old man think he was a wet nose genin or something? "Yeah yeah. So, do you intend to actually train him?"

A chuckle rippled through the air as the Sarutobi patriarch smirked in an amused manner. "When he gets older, I do. But for now, I want him to defer to Asuma for such things. Naruto will try out this technique of his soon, and while he may be slightly discouraged at its failure, it means that he will turn to his father for guidance, and eventually take to training with him on the basics. After that, I will come in." he unfolded his brilliant plan before his former student, who still had a dubious expression on his face. "Do you think I overlooked something?"

"Hmm..hard to say." was all that he was given as a reply, the crimson strips beneath Jiraiya's eyes crinkling as he tried to think about the tenacity of the brat. Knowing what he did of Naruto, it was doubtful he would be discouraged by anything until he got what he wanted.

As if summoned there, the infamous blonde forced open the doors to the Hokage's office, apparently uncaring about the shouts that echoed through the hallway about his grandfather being in a meeting. Some tried to discourage, but the boy's stony scowl brokered no quarter, and he would be damned if he let anything short of Kami-sama himself stop him. Naruto paid no attention to the Sannin as he walked up his grandfather's desk, suddenly snapping into the fighting stance that Asuma had been teaching him.

Honestly, he had been expecting something a little less straightforward. Sarutobi fought down the disappointment in this 'challenge' as he got to his feet, resting his knotted hands on the desk and waiting for the youngster to do something. He spared a glance at Jiraiya, who had a very peculiar look in his face. For a brief instant, he was concerned about what the boy had learned, but mentally shrugged it off. "As if there's anything that I can't handle." he thought to himself, though the smirk was suddenly wiped off his faced when the boy clasped his hands together and bellowed at the top of his lungs.

"Sexy no Jutsu!"

Jiraiya looked like a kid in a candy store with that giddy expression on his face, something that made the Hokage very nervous before the room was suddenly engulfed in spiraling smoke, which soon thinned out and faded to reveal…his grandson?

Only his grandson was standing there like a dual-pigtailed centerfold, striking a sensual pose while looking like a gorgeous naked woman. A twitch suddenly formed in the corner of his eye as the 'woman' suddenly turned to face him, leaning against the table and blowing him a kiss. That was the last thing he could remember before blackness overtook him, eyes rolling back into his skull as he passed out from a massive nosebleed.

Rather then be content with this overwhelming victory, Naruto spun on a heel to face the gawkers outside the office, striking another pose that dropped three clerks, two Anbu, and a secretary like they had no bones. No one down that hallway was safe from its devastating assault. "Effective up to 15 meters. Not bad at all." he thought to himself, suddenly realizing someone in the room was still awake.

'Awake' was a highly questionable term used to describe the drooling Jiraiya, whose eyes were partly glossed over and had his hands extended outward and was apparently squeezing air. Unfortunately for him, the dream was cut short when the blonde suddenly snapped out of the jutsu, a look of shock on his face as he pointed to the super pervert. "IT'S YOU, ERO-SAN!" that shocked the Sannin out of his daze, giving him to get up and sock the boy upside the head. "Don't call me that, you little brat!"

It was an auspicious beginning to the young man's training, which began at the end of that week. His grandfather found a way to take care of his paperwork faster(thanks to the ever useful Kage Bushin), which allowed him to train the boy in the evening, while Asuma stepped up the taijutsu training that began in the mornings.

He ended each day exhausted, and every dream was about becoming the greatest Hokage ever.

To be continued…

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And that's the conclusion to our newest installation. Here's abit of a teaser about our next chapter:

Next time, on Icha-Icha Inno..I mean..Son of a Monkey:

Our hero finds himself facing the great challenge that befalls every man in their life. Women. And that whole graduating from school thing too. Join him as he meets his new team members, sort of gains a new rival, and continues his journey to the path of Hokage!

That's all in our next episode: Chapter 2: That Funky Monkey