"Hahahahaha! It's been a long time since I came to Amegakure. I remember Hanzo of the Salamander used to have quite a reputation in the shinobi world. I even fought him before. I wonder how he's doing now?"
At that moment, Jiraiya had an arm around each of the young women beside him, taking every chance to cop a feel, yet he had not forgotten his real business. He appeared to be casually bragging, but he was actually fishing for information.
The women at the pleasure house were not shinobi, but that did not mean they knew nothing about the shinobi world.
In fact, since most of their customers were shinobi, their information was even better than that of ordinary people.
Moreover, there had been no shortage of customers like Jiraiya who loved to brag, so his words did not arouse anyone's suspicions.
"Sir, just how long has it been since you last came to Amegakure? Hanzo of the Salamander stopped being its ruler long ago. Angel Lord rules Amegakure now."
"Angel Lord?"
The unfamiliar term made both Jiraiya and Minato prick up their ears.
However, the woman who had spoken was clearly an experienced hand in the pleasure district. When she noticed that Jiraiya and Minato were even more interested in the subject than in them, she understood that their intentions lay elsewhere.
Still, she did not say much about it. Such things were nothing unusual in the shinobi world, and what she had mentioned was no secret in Amegakure.
Seeing the woman abruptly stop midway through her story, Jiraiya, himself an old hand in such places, immediately got the hint. He pulled out several high-denomination bills and stuffed them straight into her cleavage.
Only after seeing tens of thousands of ryo in hand did the woman reveal a