Orochimaru took the initiative to wrap an arm around Jiraiya.
Jiraiya was a little unaccustomed to it.
Too close.
Way too close.
When he lowered his head, he could even see the fishnet lingerie at Orochimaru's collarbone, a faint glimpse of snowy skin showing through the fabric.
Fishnet lingerie.
Jiraiya wore it too. In fact, as part of a ninja's traditional attire, it was essentially an inner layer worn beneath armor, providing breathability, sweat-wicking, aesthetics, and protection.
Modern fishnet clothing placed greater emphasis on appearance than practical use and had no protective function.
However, unlike the premium goods Orochimaru wore, Jiraiya's was a Bio-Steel-woven ninja combat fishnet suit.
It looked really good.
Jiraiya couldn't help taking a few more glances.
"Keep your hands to yourself," Orochimaru said coldly. "Disgusting."
Huh? I haven't done anything.
Jiraiya looked completely bewildered.
"Just talk normally like this." Orochimaru naturally lowered his voice. "Don't worry about the information leaking. Also, move your hand away a little."
"Huh?" Jiraiya released the arm he had around Orochimaru and pretended to hold him loosely.
For a moment, the two of them looked like a passionate couple whispering intimately to each other, the sort seen everywhere.
"But..." Obediently refraining from touching Orochimaru behind his back, Jiraiya lowered his voice and leaned closer. "She's everywhere."
"Indeed." Orochimaru said coldly, "It's difficult to hide any little tricks from her under her watchful eye, but success isn't entirely impossible. In fact, she isn't omniscient or omnipotent. There are some things she doesn't pay particular attention to, and with those, she's just like an ordinary person—realizing things only after the fact."
"I see." Jiraiya fell into thought.
No wonder Tsunade had chosen this place.
"To throw people off the scent," Orochimaru said. "Blending into a crowded place is a good choice. However, against