It was another typical day at the Ninja Academy. The classroom buzzed with excitement as Iruka-sensei handed out the latest homework assignment. His eyes narrowed as he approached a particular blond-haired student with a reputation for mischief.
"Naruto," Iruka began, his tone firm yet familiar, "I don't want to see another jutsu like your Sexy Jutsu. Do you get it?"
Naruto Uzumaki, the knucklehead ninja with boundless energy, grinned cheekily. "Oh, come on, Iruka-sensei! That jutsu took me a lot of effort to master! Besides, you're only saying that because it proved you're a pervert."
A flush of red crept up Iruka's face as the memory of being caught off guard by Naruto's transformation jutsu resurfaced. "Get to creating a useful jutsu for fighting, not a pervy one!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the room. "This is serious training, Naruto!"
Naruto yelped, raising his hands defensively. "Okay, okay, I get it, Sensei! Don't get angry!"
Iruka sighed, pinching the bridge of
