Jiraiya had left them alone, and they had to chase him.
Obviously, it didn't take them long to figure that out.
It didn't take them long to figure out where he might go, either. Naruko knew her godfather, and knew exactly where he'd be.
And so, a tall boy with pink hair in a red gi with a weighted dark blue undershirt, along with similarly weighted and colored boots and wristbands, a girl in a blue sweater with an uchiha fan emblazoned on her back and a criminally short skirt, accompanied by thigh high stockings for accent and a busty blonde in what amounted to a dress-version of the fourth Hokage's famous long coat, set off on their journey to find their teacher.
***
"So…"
All three members of Team 13, or rather, the team that would one day become Team 13, were blushing bright red. "You're looking for Jiraiya-sama, yes?" the matron asked. "Well… we don't usually get people requesting one of our clients—"
The entire building was permeated by the smell of stale sweat and other bodily fluids. Naruko'd plugged her nose with a napkin since the moment they'd walked in, and had outright refused to open her mouth unless she absolutely had to. Furthermore, her scowl was quite noticeable, as she, the daughter of the Hokage, could not allow herself to swallow that immense ego of hers long enough to at least pretend she wasn't a snob.
"Uhm… actually, we're supposed to… catch him to pass our genin test…" Haruto offered. "We're really sorry for the inconvenience, but—"
"Ah, no, no, that's okay," the woman said, "I'd thought you looked a bit young, but… Ah, did Jiraiya-sama take a new genin team? This is an occasion to celebrate! I'm sure he'd agree to you spending at least a little time here to celebrate!" the woman said, smiling brightly. "C'mere, you," she said, grabbing at Haruto's shoulder and pulling him along with her.
The building had low light, as far as they'd seen, but the woman pulled Haruto along until they reached a door that opened to the true business, so to speak.
The first place that Team 13 had visited in their search for Jiraiya was a strip club. And Haruto had to grab his nose to stem the flow of blood as he'd just casually walked in to a rather attractive female's routine reaching its crescendo, what with her removing the strips of cloth that passed for a top and exposing her breasts to the audience. Haruto turned around, blushing brightly, to try to avoid the image.
He came face to face with Naruko, who looked bemused at the whole thing, but she just crossed her arm.
"Not the time to be a pervert, Haruto-kun," Satsuki said, also looking at him with an expression that revealed her low opinion of the stablishment, as well as disappointment in Haruto himself.
It was quite odd.
"C'mere, c'mere," the woman said, pulling insistently, though Haruto dug his heels in and resisted, "we'll put it on Jiraiya's tab—I'm sure he'll be happy to pay for your initiation into the world of adults, boya," she added, a sultry smile on her face that would've fit a woman twenty years her junior quite a bit better. The woman then paused and turned to his female companions. "Oh, I guess I forgot you're accompanied. Ah—we offer mostly entertainment for men, here… Unless, perhaps you're interested, yes?" she asked, giving both girls a critical eye.
Naruko scoffed, shaking her head, while Satsuki glared indignantly at the woman for a few seconds.
"Is Jiraiya-jisan here, or not? We have very little time to spend in frivolous pursuits," Naruko said, crossing her arms and pushing her breasts a bit up.
"Hm hm hm… you're quite cute, girl… you'd make a great dancer, you know?" the woman said, grinning lecherously, before the words Naruko'd spoken really registered. They registered a second after, however, as she clearly ran them through their head again. "Wait… Only one person in the village would refer to Jiraiya-sama with such familiarity…"
It was then that the woman seemed to pale significantly.
"N-N-Naruko-sama!" the woman nearly yelled, stammering as she became terrified.
Of course. It was only right for her to be terrified. She'd just tried to turn the Hokage's daughter into a stripper and eventually a prostitute.
Naruko clicked her tongue. She should be immediately recognized! "I asked you a question," Naruko said, before frowning and just pushing through anyway. Her eyes scanned the crowd. Finding no mass of spiky white hair, she scoffed. "No matter. He's not here. Let us depart. I need a long bath to rid myself of the grime I've accumulated," she said.
Satsuki shrugged. "The faster we get out of here, the better."
"No arguments here," Haruto said.
Team 13 left, leaving the woman gaping as she came to the realization that she'd just offended one of the worst people she could've offended in the village.
***
"I am beginning to think your godfather might be an absolute pervert," Satsuki said, frowning, as Naruko paid for the time they'd spend in the hot springs. She'd said she needed a bath, but Satsuki hadn't expected her to literally take them to the hotsprings next.
Naruko seemed to ignore her words, instead making her purse disappear with a flourish. A storage seal, no doubt. An horribly advanced form of it, at that, but then again, Satsuki could only sit back and admire the work of the Fourth Hokage. Perhaps, when her own abilities at sealing grew enough, she'd be able to request training from the Fourth Hokage. He'd always told her that if she needed anything at all, she could always ask him. So far, she'd never quite gone as far as using that blank check, but… Without a proper sealmaster to teach her, eventually she'd hit a wall.
"Do you have a swimsuit with you?" Naruko asked, casually turning to Satsuki.
"Should I?" Satsuki asked.
"Yes—these hotsprings are mixed gender at this hour," Naruko explained, shortly. Then she seemed to be in conflict with herself, for a few moments. "I don't think mine will fit you."
Satsuki's eyes narrowed, then her eyes trailed down a little. "I do have a storage seal with everything I might possibly need in the wild prepared," Satsuki admitted. "I'd half expected to have to swim, so I am wearing it right now."
Naruko blinked, then smiled, as if in approval, before frowning a bit, then shaking her head. "You, Haruto?"
Oh. Yeah. There was a guy with them too, Satsuki reminded herself.
"Err… I don't have one…" he admitted, "and I don't usually use swimsuits…"
"I suppose it's okay. It's not like we're perverts, though there might be some in the hot springs themselves," Satsuki said, frowning and rubbing her chin a little.
"I'll… deal with that as it comes, I guess," Haruto said, smiling reassuringly and scratching the back of his neck.