At Jiraiya's sudden appearance, the three girls did not react much yet.
But when the men saw Jiraiya turn up as if nothing had happened, their gazes all grew a little strange.
As expected of Jiraiya, one of the Sannin—his strength was formidable, and even his skin was just as thick.
"Hahaha, Lord Jiraiya, long time no see." Kakashi laughed awkwardly and greeted him.
Guy also offered a greeting. "Good evening, Lord Jiraiya."
Only then did the three girls react as well. They knew of Jiraiya's reputation too.
He ignored the cold look Naruto sent his way.
Jiraiya greeted Kakashi, Guy, and the young ones in turn, then unceremoniously squeezed in beside Naruto and sat down. The maid at the side was very perceptive and brought over a fresh set of tableware for Jiraiya to use.
"Hello there, Naruto. I'm Jiraiya, your father's teacher. I came this time especially to see you." There was not the slightest hint of anything unusual on Jiraiya's face as he greeted Naruto.
Naruto's expression was cold, but he still returned the greeting politely. "Hello. I know you're Jiraiya. But my mom once told me not to play with you. I didn't understand why she said that before, but now I more or less do."
Naruto had somewhat complicated feelings toward Jiraiya.
On one hand, there was the image from the manga of a good teacher who had passed both his will and his ninjutsu down to him. On the other hand, there was this disgraceful reality of an old man who failed to act his age, which Naruto found extremely disagreeable.
The manga could only serve as a reference; it could not correspond completely to reality.
In short, just like with Kakashi, he would spend some time with him first and see.
Only that