Everything Was Jiraiya's Fault

After dawn.

Jiraiya, who had somehow fallen beneath the sofa, groggily opened his eyes.

Seeing nothing but assorted clutter, he immediately wondered if he had been kidnapped.

"No, this house..."

Judging by its decor and layout, it did not look like a place kidnappers would use to hide hostages.

Besides, even if it was a kidnapping, they would not get much money out of him.

He had that much self-awareness.

So what exactly was the "culprit" after?

"Ahh..." Nawaki yawned as he walked out of his room with his eyes closed.

He turned left and headed straight for the bathroom.

"Gulp..." Before Jiraiya could marvel at such an incredible feat, he rushed forward and stopped him.

"Nawaki, was it you who kidnapped... no, brought me back?"

"No." He opened his eyes, then closed them again as he sidestepped past him. "For the details, ask my sister."

"Little Tsunade?"

"She picked you up."

Delighted and surprised, Jiraiya recalled vaguely seeing Tsunade before he lost consciousness on the street yesterday.

"So it wasn't an illusion..."

He touched his chest and discovered that his broken bones had all been reconnected.

There was no need to think about it. The only person capable of that was Tsunade, who had not gotten up yet.

"Nawaki, where's your sister?"

"Tramph exter germs..."

"Get rid of germs? What germs?"

Still brushing his teeth, Nawaki took a big mouthful of water and rinsed.

"I said she went out."

Jiraiya sniffed the air. "Do you know where she went?"

"Probably Kushina's house." After wiping his face, Nawaki stepped out of the bathroom and saw a prominently raised thumb.

"Nawaki, you worked hard last night."

Utterly confused, he watched the other man open the door and leave.

"Why do I feel like I've forgotten something..."

"Right, Uncle Jiraiya still hasn't