Too Introverted, So I Drew My Blade

The next day, Jiraiya woke up to find his inn room bathed in Nikko.

The room windows were opened early, and Naruto's bed was empty; he'd probably gone out to play.

In the empty room, Jiraiya leaned against the headboard, his face calm.

What I feared most came to pass; I can't even remember the last time I met Tsunade.

The village is still the same village, but the villagers have grown old.

In the instant I close my eyes, all I see are images of the deaths of those I care about. It should have been a legendary life; both my master and disciple were Hokage, and all my students were excellent ninjas.

But they were all dead.

If given another chance, I could probably stop Orochimaru from going astray, avoid being rejected by Tsunade again, and protect my master and disciple. I could find a way to change the Shinobi World and nurture the Child of Prophecy.

Perhaps this is the only way to achieve a fulfilling life, and only then can one be compared to the great achievements of the Hokage throughout history.

It's a pity that everything from the past is like ashes, blown away by the wind. Now, I can only look back on the past when I'm drunk, indulging in a moment of pleasure in my dreams, and finding solace in it.

It's difficult to continue writing the Tale of the Gallant Jiraiya.

This is a failed life.

Bang!

The door was opened from the outside, and Naruto walked in carrying lunch, calling out.

"Hey, Pervy Sage, are you awake?"

"Dinner's ready."

Jiraiya watched as Naruto placed the lunchbox on the table without a care in the world, and his expression immediately changed, smiling with a hint of satisfaction.

"I didn't expect you to be so considerate. No wonder you were able to abduct the daughter of the Yamanaka Clan."

"Watch your words, Pervy Sage." Naruto opened the food box, stood on the table by the window, and took out the food one by one. "You were drunk yesterday, eat first."

"I didn't say anything strange yesterday, did I?" Jiraiya got up, put on his slippers, and prepared to wash up.

The simple room contained only a basic bathroom, two unremarkable double beds, a table, a chair, and a balcony; that was all.

The yellowed wallpaper and the dried-out exterior walls exude cheapness from the inside out.

It wasn't that the two were short of money, but Jiraiya insisted that a ninja's life should be austere and simple, so he resolutely chose this inn right next to the Love Hotel.

"Yesterday, Pervy Sage immortal got drunk and insisted on going to the Love Hotel next door."

"I can't stop you, so I have no choice but to let you go."

"What?" Jiraiya quickly opened his wallet, then his expression turned even more horrified. "How come I have an extra three thousand ryo?"

"Well," Naruto scratched his neck, smiled, and didn't say anything.

"Speak quickly!"

"I got three thousand taels from it." Naruto's words instantly darkened Jiraiya's eyes. "Actually, it was six thousand taels in total."

Jiraiya immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, lying motionless on the bed with lifeless eyes.

Seeing this, Naruto comforted him.

"Pervy Sage is no big deal. Getting pushed around for six thousand taels is still a pretty good deal."

"Give me a push? What do you mean?" Jiraiya suddenly sat up in bed.

"You insisted on going to the Love Hotel, and someone pushed you at the entrance." Naruto continued eating, saying as he ate, "You know, I'm a bit introverted."

"Instead of being good at reasoning with people, he just puts a knife to their neck."

"Introverted?" Jiraiya was stunned.

You, an introvert, stole six thousand taels? This kid probably has no idea what the Three Great Ninja Rules are!

However, after confirming that he hadn't obtained the three thousand taels by trading his body, Jiraiya felt at ease again. He counted the three thousand taels and then waved to Naruto.

"Little brat, I'll keep your three thousand taels safe for you."

"No." Naruto slapped Jiraiya's hand away and scoffed. "Hurry up and eat. We still have a long way to go."

"What a precocious child." Jiraiya reluctantly withdrew his hand, but a smile remained on his face.

Looking at that guy holding his rice bowl with a smile on his face, it was as if he was saying, "If you have no conscience, you'll earn even more."

Jiraiya couldn't help but burst into laughter. The sun shone brightly outside the window, and a gentle breeze was blowing.

After continuing their journey, Jiraiya proposed taking Naruto as his disciple.

Naruto didn't say anything and simply agreed.

But when Jiraiya suggested training with him long-term, Naruto immediately refused. He couldn't possibly spend his time outside with Jiraiya in such a life of asceticism; Jiraiya a wanderer, but Naruto wasn't.

Once away from home, Naruto began to miss the sofa and his big bed, where he could sleep in until he naturally woke up every day. Although Konohagakure didn't treat him well, they couldn't really do anything to him.

If you don't sell him the goods, he'll just take them; as long as he pays, it's not considered robbery.

If they really refuse to give it to me, I'll just beat them up.

He's not a ninja if he doesn't wear Forehead Protector, and the higher-ups won't care; he'll just continue as before. Anyway, he's not short of money now; he just wants to be happy.

He didn't want to practice spiritual cultivation; he just wanted to lie down.

Even if you waste your life, just complete the tasks given by the system and gradually become stronger.

Finally, Jiraiya, at his wit's end, suggested that they train Tsunade the Rasengan while searching for Tsunade. Naruto figured he had nothing better to do than wait around, so he agreed.

However, training is not so easy, and Naruto did not work as hard Jiraiya had imagined. Fortunately, his attitude towards training Ninjutsu was quite correct, Jiraiya turned a blind eye and let Naruto pass.

As night fell, the two entered Tanzaku Town.

"There must be a trick to the Rasengan, right?" Naruto asked.

"You have to figure this out yourself, don't keep nagging!" Jiraiya said impatiently.

The bustling streets were brightly lit, lined with numerous shops, including many taverns and gambling dens. Jiraiya walked ahead, his eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for nearby Love Hotel.

"Why try to figure out Ninjutsu on your own when you have experience? It's easy to go astray, isn't it?" Naruto said with some dissatisfaction. "It's a completely pointless waste of life."

"What do you know, kid? Only the Ninjutsu you figure out yourself is truly your own!" Jiraiya muttered, clearly somewhat distracted.

Just as Naruto was about to complain, he noticed Jiraiya walking quickly in one direction.

Avoid the crowds and head towards a secluded spot.

In the dim light, at the entrance of a thriving tavern, Jiraiya blocked the path of one or two women. From a distance, the blonde woman in the long blue robe stood out particularly.

Before he could get a closer look, Naruto noticed that Jiraiya's gaze was gradually shifting downwards, and his brow twitched slightly as a bad premonition arose in his heart.

A night breeze swept by, and a beautiful straight punch Jiraiya flying without warning.

Tsunade's gaze was sharp and extremely intimidating.

"Kid, are you with him?"

"I don't know him."