Unlike Hoshiryu Uchiha's calm wait, Jiraiya's heart was in complete turmoil, filled with worry and unease.
He had only tried using this ninjutsu on a whim, just to satisfy his curiosity.
Yet the moment he activated it, he felt an irresistible force violently drag him into a passage through space and time.
In that instant, Jiraiya felt as though a powerful vortex had seized his body.
Then, the scenery around him blurred, and every sound at his side vanished.
Only the rapid pounding of his own heart echoed in his ears.
To his horror, he found that he could not control his body, as if he had lost all freedom.
The strange sensation of traveling through space and time left Jiraiya dizzy and nauseated.
He did not know where he would be sent, nor whether he would ever be able to return to his original world.
An instant passed—or perhaps a very long time. Jiraiya could not tell how much time had gone by.
He appeared on Mount Myoboku in a daze.
When Jiraiya finally came to his senses, the sight before him left him rooted to the spot once again.
He stood in a dense forest, where the trees were exceptionally tall.
Their branches and leaves swayed gracefully beneath the sunlight, as though greeting every passerby.
Clear streams occasionally wound their way through the forest.
Their waters babbled softly, reflecting the lush green vegetation around them, making the place seem especially tranquil and beautiful.
Jiraiya looked into the distance. On a faraway peak, a magnificent waterfall poured down like an inverted Milky Way.
The crashing current struck the rocks, sending layer upon layer of mist into the air.
Under the sunlight, the mist shimmered with brilliant light.
Just as he was immersed in this never-before-seen scenery, an obnoxious voice