"I'm not ticklish," Naruto says, trying to hold as straight a face as possible, although the effect is more constipated and pinched than anything. And at any rate, his reactions prove him wrong, the skin of his stomach leaping away from her touch and his fingers curling where they hold him against the pool's edge safely.

"What would give you that impression? I'm a highly trained warrior. Wouldn't being ticklish be a hugely dumb weakness to have?"