Omake: True Ultimate Secret Kurosawa Seduction Technique
"...and now we're here," finished Inoue-sensei.
Jiraiya leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. "Alright. And now I have to decide whether your actions, balanced by your potential usefulness, mean you need to die. And don't bother trying to escape, even if I don't catch you the ANBU squads outside will."
"Jiraiya-sama--" Hazou began meekly.
"Oh, being all respectful now that I'm threatening your life? Maybe I should try that more often."
Hazou continued as if he hadn't been interrupted. "--there is a little-known fact about the Kurosawa bloodline that I think is relevant to your decision here. I understand that the presence of the Sharingan bloodline has historically been a source of both great pride and power. The Iron Nerve is derived from an ancient mingling of Uchiha blood with that of the Kurosawa clan, and as such, some fraction of Kurosawa children develop the Sharingan instead of the Iron nerve. Any ninja with a Sharingan will be able to verify this. It is my understanding," he said slowly, trying to force down the blush he felt slowly been building in his cheeks, "that Leaf is currently experiencing a dearth of such ninja." A deep breath to steady himself. "I may be able to c-contribute to fixing that." Now red as a tomato, Hazou suddenly found something intensely interesting on the floor to occupy his focus.
"...'some fraction'?" Jjraiya repeated deliberately. "What fraction?"
"Somewhere between one in a hundred and one in twenty, I'm unsure. Perhaps more, with the intervention of medical ninjutsu," Hazou replied, eyes still downcast.
"Let me make sure we're on the same page here. As a bargaining chip for your life, you're offering to help restore an ancient Leaf bloodline to its former glory, which just so happens to require you to impregnate potentially hundreds of women??"
To Hazou's right, a quiet *snerk* forced its way through Inoue-sensei's placid expression.
"...yesJiraiya-sama," Hazou forced out quickly.
The older man put one hand on his forehead protector. "That is the ballsiest attempt to get some tail I think I've ever seen, and I'm the gods-damned Perv Sage!" He clapped loudly. "Alright! That settles it. All of you are coming back to Leaf with me to recover, and we're gonna see if Tsunade can't figure out a way to up that success rate, tiger."
Hazou had by now gone past red into a ghostly pale. Noburi stared at him in unreserved awe, Keiko stared at Jiraiya in confusion, and Akane stared serenely into the middle distance.