"Since that's the case, don't leave yet. Stay for dinner. I'll go buy some groceries."
Jiraiya hurriedly stopped Mito. "No! There's no need, Lady Mito. How could I keep imposing on you?"
Mito smiled and shook her head. "It's not imposing. We were going to eat anyway; it's only an extra pair of chopsticks. You two chat first. I'm heading out."
After Mito left, Jiraiya looked somewhat stunned. "Has your grandmother always been this enthusiastic?"
Gang nodded. "Yeah. Didn't you say she even held you when you were little?"
"..."
"That was just something I said to get closer to her. How could Lady Mito possibly have held me? Beating me up would be more likely."
After all, a little pervert who spent all day shouting about beautiful women would be lucky not to get beaten up.
"You deserved it."
Jiraiya pursed his lips. He had nothing to say in response.
He had practically gotten beaten up every day as a child, either by this person or that person.
Though he had been pretty mischievous.
Anyway, Orochimaru and Tsunade had never been beaten. They had been seen as good children by everyone instead.
It was only after Jiraiya grew older and became more composed that he began to make an appearance in everyone's eyes.
"So, are you planning to settle down here from now on?" Jiraiya asked.
Gang thought for a moment. "Maybe. The village doesn't need me that badly anymore. When I went back last time, I already taught Shizune everything I knew about Medical Ninjutsu. Her Super Strength isn't much, but she's quite good at Medical Ninjutsu."
"That's enough to meet the village's needs."
Jiraiya did not feel much about it, nor was he anxious, because he had always been someone who made the world his home.
Traveling