Peeping and storming a women's bathhouse were two entirely different matters.
The former was vile; the latter was utterly vile.
On top of that, no one could bail him out. The Third Hokage found it embarrassing, so everything proceeded as a matter of course.
For the crime of molesting women, an ordinary case warranted five to ten days of detention. In an especially vile case, however, the sentence could be increased.
Considering the large number of victims, the loud public outcry, and how brazenly he had committed the crime, treating Konoha's laws as if they were nothing,
the final verdict was one year of imprisonment, with six additional months for every extra victim.
The women present—old, young, and middle-aged alike—had suffered severe psychological trauma. Altogether, there were twenty-four of them.
The total sentence came to twelve years and five months.
When Jiraiya saw the result, his vision went black, and he nearly collapsed.
He had expected the consequences to be severe, but at worst, he had thought he would be ruined and disgraced. His reputation was nothing special to begin with, but he had never imagined things could become this serious.
Twelve years. How long was he supposed to stay locked up?
Counting the days, it was simply far too long.
And so.
There was no way out anymore.
After going through the formalities, Jiraiya smoothly moved into Konoha Maximum-Security Prison and received the luxurious welcome package.
The wrist and ankle shackles went without saying. They were standard equipment for restricting the movements of ninja prisoners.
First, there was his unruly, dashing, wild white hair.
It was all shaved off.
He was left with a brilliantly gleaming bald head.
I'm bald.
It had happened rather suddenly.
His scalp always felt chilly.
After a few days, Jiraiya more or less got