But since they had offended Saiki Yuu, they had to be prepared for the consequences.
Before Saiki Yuu's terrifying methods, death was the happiest possible outcome.
But what was truly despairing was that before Saiki Yuu, you did not even have the choice to die!
"Cough—how miserable. Your disciple..."
Elsewhere on the battlefield, Orochimaru coughed up blood. Looking at Jiraiya beside him, whose expression was complicated, he spoke hoarsely.
Jiraiya's expression became even more conflicted at those words.
"Are you still trying to stand up for him? Little Jiraiya, wake up. Little Yuu showed him no mercy either time. If not for Little Yuu, you would have died at that beast's hands long ago!"
Shima Sage looked at Jiraiya's expression and shouted angrily.
"I know. I know... I know..." Jiraiya's voice gradually weakened. By the end, his expression slowly returned to normal.
Jiraiya gave a bitter laugh. In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
He had indeed wronged those three disciples of his in many ways. He had placed great hopes on them. For example, because he believed Nagato was the Child of Prophecy, he had let Konan develop on her own without giving her any help.
So he chose to watch Yahiko instead. After all, if his intervention changed the Child of Prophecy's destined path, the consequences would be irreversible. Yet in the end, Yahiko and the others fell into Hanzō's scheme. Yahiko died, and Nagato's personality changed drastically. All of it filled Jiraiya with immense guilt. In truth, he had had the chance to help his three disciples. By then, the Second Great Ninja War had already ended. But now, he had let it go. Just as Shima Sage and Orochimaru had said, Nagato had tried to kill him twice in a row. If not for