The next day, Jiraiya sobered up, and the hotel room was filled with sunlight.
The window of the room was opened early, and the place on Naruto's bed was empty. He probably went out to play.
In the empty room, Jiraiya was leaning on the bed, his face calm.
He was afraid of what would come. He couldn't remember the last time he met Tsunade.
The village is still the same village, they are already old.
The moment he closed his eyes, all that flashed through him were scenes of the death of the person he cared about. It was supposed to be a legendary life. The master and apprentice were both Hokage, and all the disciples were excellent ninjas.
However, they are all dead.
If he did it again, he would probably be able to prevent Orochimaru from going astray, stop being rejected by Tsunade, and protect his master and disciples. Find a way to change the ninja world and raise the children of prophecy.
Perhaps such a life is perfect and can be compared with the great achievements of all previous Hokages.
It's a pity that everything in the past is like ashes, blown away by the wind. Now I can look back on the past while drunk, have a good time in my dreams, and talk to comfort myself.
It’s hard to write any more about Jiraiya’s Heroic Story.
This failed life.
boom!
The door was opened from the outside, and Naruto walked in carrying lunch and shouted.
"Hey, horny fairy, are you awake?"
"time to eat."
Jiraiya watched Naruto put the lunch box on the table while he was minding his own business, his expression suddenly changed, and he smiled with a hint of relief.
"I didn't expect you to be quite considerate. No wonder you could kidnap the daughter of the Yamanaka family."
"Watch your words, lustful immortal." Naruto opened the food box, stood on the table in front of the window and took out the food one by one, "You were drunk yesterday, please eat first."
"I didn't say anything strange yesterday, did I?" Jiraiya got up, put on his slippers and prepared to wash up.
The simple room only had an ordinary bathroom and two mediocre double beds. A table, a bench, a balcony, and nothing else.
The yellowed wallpaper and dried exterior walls all exude cheapness from the inside out.
It was not that the two of them had no money, but Jiraiya insisted that the life of a ninja should be hard and simple, so he resolutely chose this hotel next to the style shop.
"Yesterday, the lustful fairy, you were drunk and had to go to the style shop next door to play."
"I can't stop you, I can only let you go."
"What?" Jiraiya quickly opened his wallet, and then his expression became even more horrifying, "Why do I still have three thousand taels more?"
"Well..." Naruto stretched out his hand and scratched his neck, smiled and said nothing.
"Say it!"
"I got three thousand taels from it." Naruto's words made Jiraiya's eyes dim for a moment, "Actually, the total is six thousand taels."
Jiraiya suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball, lying motionless on the bed with dull eyes.
Seeing this, Naruto comforted him.
"It's no big deal, lustful immortal. Being pushed for six thousand taels is quite a bargain."
"Push? What do you mean?" Jiraiya suddenly sat up from the bed.
"You had to go to a style shop, but someone pushed you at the door..." Naruto started eating by himself and said while eating, "You know, I'm a bit introverted."
"I'm not good at reasoning with people, so I just put the knife on that person's neck."
"Introvert?" Jiraiya fell into a daze.
You grabbed six thousand taels from within? This kid doesn't even know what the three ninja rings are!
However, after confirming that he did not exchange his body for these three thousand taels, Jiraiya felt at ease again. After counting three thousand taels, he waved to Naruto again.
"Kid, I'll keep your three thousand taels for you."
"No." Naruto opened Jiraiya's hand and cut it, "Eat quickly, you have to rush after eating."
"You are really a big kid." Jiraiya stopped his hand angrily, but there was a smile on his face.
Looking at the guy holding the job with a smile on his face, it seems to say that if you have no conscience, you will make more money.
Jiraiya couldn't help but laugh. The sun was shining brightly outside the window and the breeze was blowing. His heart was once again as broad as the wilderness, and his chest was full of pride.
...
After continuing on the road, Jiraiya proposed the idea of accepting Naruto as his disciple.
Naruto agreed without saying anything.
But when Jiraiya asked to train with him for a long time, Naruto directly refused. It was impossible for him to live such a life of asceticism outside for a long time with Jiraiya. Jiraiya was a prodigal, but Naruto was not.
After leaving home, Naruto began to miss the sofa and big bed, where he could sleep until he woke up naturally every day. Although Konoha didn't treat him well, it couldn't do anything to him.
If something is not sold to him, he will take it. As long as he pays, it is not considered robbery.
If you really don't want to give it, just go ahead and beat him up.
If he doesn't wear a forehead protector, he's not a ninja, and the higher-ups won't care about him, so he will do whatever he wants. Anyway, he is not short of money now, he just wants to be happy.
He didn't want to practice, he just wanted to lie down.
Even if you just waste your life, just complete the tasks given by the system and gradually become stronger.
Finally, Jiraiya had no choice but to come up with a method to practice the Rasengan while looking for Tsunade. Naruto thought that it was idle time when he was not in a hurry anyway, so he simply agreed.
It's just that training is not that easy, and Naruto doesn't work as hard as Jiraiya imagined. Fortunately, his attitude towards practicing ninjutsu is quite correct, and Jiraiya turns a blind eye and lets Naruto pass.
At night, the two entered Tanchu Street.
"The Rasengan must have a trick, right?" Naruto asked.
"You have to realize this kind of thing by yourself, don't be so verbose all the time!" Jiraiya said impatiently.
The bustling streets are brightly lit and there are many shops, as well as many wineries and gambling houses. Jiraiya walked in front, looking around, looking for nearby style shops.
"Why should you learn something like Ninjutsu by yourself if you have experience? It's easy to go astray, right?" Naruto said with some dissatisfaction, "This is a completely boring waste of life."
"What do you know, little brat? Only what you realize by yourself is your own ninjutsu!" Jiraiya muttered, obviously a little distracted.
Naruto was about to complain, but found Jiraiya walking quickly in one direction.
Avoid the crowds and go to a remote place.
In the dimly lit area, at the entrance of a tavern with good business, Jiraiya blocked the way of two women. Looking from a distance, the figure of the blonde woman wearing a large green robe is particularly eye-catching.
Without having time to take a closer look, Naruto observed Jiraiya's gaze gradually moving downwards, his brows twitching slightly, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.
A gust of night wind blew by, and a beautiful straight punch knocked Jiraiya away without any warning.
The sleeveless cardigan was about to burst, and Jiraiya's scream as he flew backwards was proportional to the shaking of the headlights. Tsunade's eyes were sharp and extremely oppressive.
"Kid, are you with him?"
"I do not know him."
