Nap

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Naruto's jaw stretched along with his arms behind his back and every other notable bone in his body as he exited Ayame's ramen shop. That place always had the best grub in Konoha and the best service! Even more so now that he had used his book to 'enhance' the menu. Hopefully, Ayame didn't mind his additions; food and a show doesn't sound too horrible. Besides, since she's always been someone who didn't treat him like a bothersome brat, he'd never fail to leave her a nice tip. In this case, it was a huge stack of ryō. Honestly, he's not sure how much it was, but since the amount was too much to even count, he assumed Ayame would be appreciative.

And just to help her out some more, Naruto pulled out his book and wrote, 'Ramen Ichiraku is the most popular place to eat in the village.'

There.

He closed the book and held it to his side while he idly drummed his full belly. Is he forgetting something?

Left a tip?

Check.

Enjoyed his meal?

Check.

Kept Anko in the restaurant serving as a dick-sucking table with no realization of her past or present existence?

Chec- Hold on...

Maybe he should bring her back...

Yawwwn

Later. He can do that later.

Right now, he can do for a solid post-meal nap. After yet another yawn **** its way out into the air, Naruto began a sluggish walk back to his apartment. But he was stopped multiple times by some girl asking, "Hey! Can you sign my panties?" Initially, he did so in stride; it was his chance. After all, why not enjoy it? Also, seeing every single female around him with their sweaty panties just sitting on their faces like some kind of perverted cult mask was funny as shit. No one had more than a single clue that their entire way of living was so very twisted.

It was also nice that every chick was either hot or sexy as hell; they casually lived their own lives until crossing paths with Naruto to ask him to sign their panties. In a way, it felt like he was claiming all these women since they all walked away with his name clearly defined on their panties tightly clapped around their foreheads.

But alas, at a certain point, it just becomes too much. He had made the ratio from women and men to be scaled in the way of the former. Essentially meaning that this whole village is a heaven of hot babes, unaware that he can manipulate their everyday life. At the same time, though... there are too many goddamn women! All of them with musky panties on their faces just begging him to sign them. He only passed by three other guys who had no idea that half of their population was either converted into other girls or vanished entirely, and the sheer surplus of women overshadowed those three dudes. It wouldn't be a problem if they all didn't need him to sign their sweat-soaked musk masks.

"Hel- H- Hello, N- Naruto?..." A soft-spoken, feminine voice approached him from behind. "Do you thi- think you could.. um.. W- Well..."

"NOPE!" Naruto couldn't stand it anymore; he opened his book and began to write. He loved chicks as much as the next guy, but he's tired, even more than he was before, and won't be making it back home anytime soon if he gives every babe in the village the face signing treatment. Despite the pointed fact that this particular girl's voice sounded somewhat familiar and that she was oddly nervous while everyone else who asked was either confident or plainly casual, Naruto finished writing and, right as he placed down the dot, proceeded to vanish in thin air.

The girl blinked as she watched Naruto disappear from sight. Her head tilted to the side, and she idly stroked her silky dark-blue hair with a tilted head.

Did her frilly purple panties just obscure the view? Or did Naruto vanish from nothing more than writing in a book?

"Ahhh..." Naruto sighed and sunk the back of his head into a pillow as he stared at the ceiling.

This is the life.

Man...

What should he do next? It's a real head-scratcher of a question. Cause... well, he could do whatever he wanted! For once, it didn't matter what anyone else told him; he didn't have to worry about exams, or missions, unnecessary training... If he has no interest in doing something, he can instead just do whatever. Thanks to Tsunade's pendant and this weak book of reality, life itself is just his to toy around with.

So what's he going to do next?

Easy.

Naruto yawned.

Sleep.

It was still midday, and the outside light streamed in and even through the window curtains. The noisy street was, well... noisy, and frankly just annoying.

With a groan, Naruto retrieved his book and opened it.

'Whenever Naruto is ready to sleep, time will move to be in sync with him so that it is night when he's sleeping and morning when he awakes.'

There!

He clapped the book shut and placed it beside him as he leaned back to sleep. Like magic, the sun began to move down, and the crowded street grew to become less active.

But suddenly, Naruto's eyes blinked open, and he rushed to pick up his book again. He scribbled down another change and then placed it aside to fall back asleep. With it now being the middle of the night, Naruto slept soundly as the rest of the village settled down to a steady silence.