Speedrunning Naruto to the Top

"Izayoi-kun, time to get up, wake up…"

"Izayoi-kun, you're already a grown man; no more lazing in bed…"

"Izayoi-kun, today's the one day a month you handle affairs—get moving…"

Immersed in his dreams, Izayoi vaguely sensed his body being gently shaken, and in his ears he seemed to hear three different female voices calling him awake.

He assumed it was Hinata, Shion, and Hanabi providing their usual morning call, but when he slowly opened his eyes, in the corner of his vision, he saw only one figure leaning over him.

It appeared to be a little girl with a cute, slightly chubby face, her white eyes very lovely. As his vision cleared, the little girl turned into a young teen with waist-length hair, her cheeks having lost their childish roundness. Then, as the remaining blur dissipated, the teen became a tall young woman whose face had also matured, and even her temperament had shifted from naive innocence to a composed air of dignity—almost carrying an air of gravitas.

Yet this poised, authoritative young woman still displayed a hint of indulgence and exasperated fondness. The mixture of purity, sternness, and doting affection lent her a unique radiance, enough to make any onlooker gnash their teeth at the man being fussed over so gently.

"Hinata, enough shaking me—it's making me dizzy."

Looking up at the young woman (in truth still a girl in age), dressed in white lounge clothes, Izayoi grinned mischievously.

Hinata lowered her gaze to check the subtle sway in her ample chest, but unlike the flush of embarrassment and timidity from her academy and recent-grad days, she only stood upright and gave him a gentle but reproachful look. "Quickly get up and wash—I'll go make breakfast first."

With that, she turned and left the room.

Izayoi, now sitting up, thought he glimpsed two faint afterimages following Hinata. One figure was smaller than the other. He blinked in mild perplexity and shook his head hard. "That jutsu's aftereffects sure are serious…"

He headed into the bathroom, brushing his teeth as he glanced at the mirror. The large mirror he'd fashioned via Chakra Orbs displayed him in full.

He still had the short black hair from his un-released Wood Transformation Jutsu, hair that draped over his ears and forehead. His blue eyes, like a cloudless sky or a deep, shining sea, gleamed with a certain brilliance. The whites of his eyes bore no redness or discolored flecks, giving them a startling clarity.

Long freed of any boyishness, his features were sharpened but sculpted, skin fair and complexion vibrant, at a solid 188 cm in height. He wore loosely buttoned white sleepwear, revealing a sturdy torso and an eight-pack.

Finished washing, Izayoi recalled those "aftereffects" and, for the first time in a while, summoned his personal status panel.

[Host: Izayoi]

[Talent Keywords: Transcendent Aptitude (Multi-Color), Ōtsutsuki Bloodline (Multi-Color), Kekkei Tōta: Rinne Tenseigan (Multi-Color), Sage Body (Multi-Color), Flight (Multi-Color) …]

[Points: 896,710]

Gazing at those five color-tier keywords, each radiating its own special effect, he felt profoundly secure. He closed the status panel and left the bathroom. Rather than heading straight out, he paused before a daily calendar on which he drew an X over the 24th.

Today was August 25th, Konoha Year 64.

Unwittingly, two years had passed since he became the Sixth Hokage. Over these two years, the ninja world had been remarkably peaceful, unlike the frequent storms between Konoha Year 60 and 62.

Uchiha Madara had essentially vanished; spies in Amegakure and tourists who visited that land had not seen him at all for two years.

Otsutsuki "Toneri," so bent on retrieving the Gedo Statue, had likewise dropped off the radar.

Nagato and Izayoi themselves merely each held down their own territories, and thanks to the prestige of four super-spec fighters, no major villages dared provoke conflict. Even if minor disputes arose, they were limited to covert assassinations, never escalating into open war.

All major ninja villages kept training quietly, receiving steady funding from their daimyō to prepare for the day an even larger conflict might erupt.

Izayoi, aware of everything, let them be. Against a world where a single burst of Truth-Seeking Balls could level a battlefield, all their frantic military buildup was child's play.

From his bedroom, he followed the aromatic smell drifting from the kitchen into the living area of his residence. Hinata, with her black hair bound in a practical "housewife style," was frying eggs and preparing sandwiches.

Instead of heading to the table, Izayoi folded his arms, leaning against the doorway to watch her quietly. Indeed, she had changed again in these two years. In the original timeline by this age, Hinata might still have had a certain look—but now, she was far more mature.

Her figure was fuller than the manga version and her aura gentler but with an underlying calm. Yet while she had indeed grown more powerful—like a hidden queen of Konoha—her level was rarely displayed. She had become the world's most underestimated woman.

Sensing Izayoi's gaze, Hinata turned around, smiling softly. "Izayoi-kun, breakfast is ready. Please wait in the dining room; I'll bring you your coffee soon."

"All right."

He walked to the dining room and took the main seat. Soon, Hinata arrived carrying the meal. She set down the dishes, removed her apron, and said, "Karin and Shion already left for work. After you eat, just leave the dishes in the sink—I'll wash them when I get back. Remember, you do have to be in the office occasionally."

Before she could return to her room to change, Izayoi reached out, grasping her wrist and pulling her into his arms, seating her upon his lap. She perched on his knees as he wrapped both hands around her slim waist, resting his chin against her ample front, giving a mischievous grin.

"Hinata, you really don't need to hurry over. We can let Shadow Clones handle it. After all, ninjutsu was created to lighten people's workload, so they could enjoy life," he teased.

"We've spent an awful lot of time slacking. We only get called to the office once a month, plus we send Shadow Clones to supervise the squads. You're practically the only Hokage who does things this way!" She stroked his hair in mock reproach but couldn't conceal her tenderness.

He looked up at her, eyes shining. "You really are so thoughtful. C'mon, kiss me."

She rolled her eyes but, remembering how shy she used to be, quietly leaned down. A few minutes later, Hinata pressed her lips together and murmured, "Izayoi-kun, you'd better eat your breakfast. I need to head out now."

He merely tightened his grip around her waist, pressing to her ear in a coaxing tone: "But since they're all out, I was thinking we could…"

Her cheeks colored faintly, torn between shyness and duty. "But…Karin and Shion are waiting for me at the office. If I'm too late, they'll figure out what we've been doing. Can't it wait until tonight?"

Izayoi said mischievously, "They already know about us. Nothing to hide. Hinata, pleeease?"

Seeing her boyfriend plead like a child, Hinata could only roll her eyes helplessly. Sighing softly, she unbound her hair. "Fine, you win. But lock the barrier."

"Don't!"

He stopped her, smirking. "I like you better with your hair up."

She didn't reply but gave him a sideways look and then slid down, disappearing beneath the table. Izayoi ate, thoroughly enjoying "breakfast." Clearly, these two were thoroughly alone.

It took him almost an hour to finish two eggs, one sandwich, and a glass of milk. The occasional coughing sound beneath the table signaled his near "choke" on his drink. In the end, Izayoi remained behind to finish his meal, determined not to leave and do actual Hokage work personally.

Because, as he said: "I'm quite busy."

He dispatched a wood clone to accompany Hinata to the Hokage Office, while his real eyes shone with ringed golden patterns. If one looked closely, both the pupils and whites had turned golden with rippling rings; the usual black pupil had vanished into a gleaming golden circle.

These were Izayoi's greatest change in two years: the Rinne Tenseigan. He hadn't needed to fuse the "Kekkei Genkai: Rinnegan (Multi-Color)" that had once dropped from Madara, nor to rely on a "Fourth Tenseigan Awakening." Thanks to having upgraded his Six Paths Aptitude (Red) to Transcendent Aptitude (Multi-Color), and his Ōtsutsuki Bloodline (Multi-Color), the Tenseigan and Rinnegan had merged into a single entity:

Kekkei Tōta: Rinne-Tenseigan (Multi-Color).

Even so, it still hadn't surpassed his Transcendent Aptitude or his Ōtsutsuki Bloodline. Right now, Izayoi's golden eyes conveyed unimaginable power.

He lifted off the floor. The air around him seemed to fold into black fissures, forming what looked like a dark portal. Without hesitation, he flew inside, and the portal closed behind him as if time reversed itself.

This was the famous "Yomotsu Hirasaka," a space-time technique belonging to the domain of Kekkei Tōta. Yet though it was a high-level jutsu, it still didn't appear in his skill logs as a separate color-tier keyword. It wasn't "Flight (Multi-Color)" either. It was, in fact, merely one ability within his Rinne Tenseigan.

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