Chapitre 100: Sakura, the Menfolk's Personal Maid
"Are you sure you don't want me to keep you company?" asked Naruto tentatively. "Last time, you got real mopey 'cause we left you all alone, ya know…"
They had been staying in this town for about a week now, and Naruto's and Jiraiya's clothes were starting to get unbearably stinky. And so, since their hotel didn't offer a laundry service, Naruto and Sakura had visited a nearby launderette together to wash all of their dirty clothes and underwear.
And their clothes really reeked— Naruto would train and sweat all day long; as for Jiraiya… well, sufficed to say that after a hard day's work, his clothes would always end up impregnated with a strong musky smell; so, some washing was definitely in order.
"You go on ahead and practise your killer move, Naruto," said Sakura, putting up an air of noble, self-sacrificing resignation. "Someone's gotta stay here and keep an eye on our clothes— I just know there's a lot of perverts around here who'd like nothing more than to steal the clothes of a young and beautiful girl like me, you know?"
In truth, there was only one pervert in this scenario— and it was none other than Sakura.
"Thanks, Sakura," said Naruto gratefully. "I appreciate it— I'll bring you some nikuman later!"
Naruto had no idea why people would ever want to steal Sakura's clothes, but he was rather glad that he didn't have to stand watch over the machines— laundry duty was boring as all hell for him compared to training!
And so, once Naruto had left for his daily training session, Sakura opened the top of the washing machine nearest to her, dumped the dirty clothes into the hole, threw in a few bucketfuls of water and a handful of soap, before slamming the lid closed.
With that done, Sakura then pressed the 'start' button and leapt into the air, twisting her body 180 degrees, before plopping down her butt onto the top of the washing machine, leaving her legs dangling in midair.
"Kyuu~," Sakura sighed, her toes curling up in pleasure. "This is heaven…"
Sakura closed her eyes and hummed contentedly to herself, as the machine rumbled and vibrated under her. It was a shame that she wasn't alone in the launderette, or she would have liked nothing more than to snake one hand to her nether regions and the other to one of her nipples and play around…
Hearing some scandalized whispers, Sakura cracked open one of her eyes— a few housewives were deep in discussion, huddled together in a corner of the room, glancing disapprovingly in her direction every once in a while.
Sakura looked down— the vibrations were making her considerable chest shake like kanten fruit jelly. It was causing her zip to slowly come open on its own, revealing more and more of the bulging flesh that was struggling to escape its confines…
'They're just envious,' said Inner Sakura dismissively, as Sakura pulled up her dress's frontal zip. 'Bunch of washboards.'
But even if the chattering housewives were just envious, Sakura wasn't very keen on getting arrested for indecent exposure, so she decided to look busy and get in some Ninjutsu practice. She'd learned the Rasengan training's first two steps from Naruto, and she'd been practising them in secret, in the hopes of giving Naruto and Jiraiya quite a shock…
At any rate, there were three steps to mastering the Rasengan.
The first step was rotation; which was achieved by popping a water balloon. With her formidable chakra control, Sakura had already achieved this step splendidly a week ago, while Naruto had just barely managed to get over that particular hurdle one day ago.
The second step was power; which was achieved by popping a rubber ball, whose vulcanized rubber was over a hundred times stiffer than a water balloon's rubber latex. Furthermore, these balls were filled with air rather than water, making the visualization of the rotation process much more difficult.
…and that's pretty much where she was stuck, so the third step would have to come later.
Sakura pulled out a rubber ball from the tool pouch strapped to her inner thigh and held it in her right hand. Concentrating, she sent some chakra into the rubber ball in pulses, giving each stream of chakra escaping from her hand's Tenketsu a different vector.
'There's no way we're ever doing the janky approach to the Rasengan like Naruto,' said Inner Sakura haughtily. 'Either we do it the right way without Shadow Clones, or not at all!'
For all of Inner Sakura's posturing, the Rasengan was still an A-Rank Ninjutsu— it would take more than just wishful thinking to get it to work properly. So far, Sakura could get the rubber ball to writhe and bubble as though it were full of snakes, but she couldn't get it to explode just yet.
…!
After three tries, Sakura was already reaching her limits.
The Rasengan was slightly more chakra-intensive than the Chidori, which was the real bottleneck slowing down her training. At most, she could attempt one more— two, if she made two small ones— but a small Rasengan wouldn't pop the rubber ball; making it useless as a gauge to see if she had succeeded or not.
While Sakura's chakra control was leagues above Naruto's, he had the Nine-Tail's chakra leaking through his seal; making his available chakra pool a hundred time larger than Sakura's. Having excellent chakra control was one thing, but knowing exactly how to mobilize her chakra into forming a Rasengan was quite another…
So, the trial-and-error approach was not very useful for her.
'I know Naruto came up with some sort of gimmick to pass this step,' said Inner Sakura thoughtfully. 'But I can't remember what it was… Hmm…'
The vibrations under Sakura's butt suddenly ceased, and the washing machine suddenly burst into song, humming a jaunty tune. Sakura hopped off the machine and opened its lid, peering inside to check on the clothes' state. The top-loaded washing machine's impeller had already stopped spinning, but the water inside was still swirling around like a whirlpool…
'Just curious,' said Inner Sakura amusedly, 'but exactly how much would we be reinforcing/perpetuating negative stereotypes about women's roles in society if we learned the Rasengan from a freaking washing machine?'
"Hey, as long as it works," Sakura muttered to herself.
'Imagine your hand is a washing machine, and your chakra is the water than spins around the impeller— fill, spin, fill, spin, fill, spin…'
…
"Rasengan!"
Pow! Under the growing sphere of swirling chakra's influence, the rubber ball in Sakura's palm was torn into shreds, giving the gossipy housewives nearby quite the scare.
"No way," gasped Sakura. "That mental image actually worked!?"
'And no one can ever know,' said Inner Sakura wisely. 'Otherwise, we'll never be taken seriously ever again.'
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