"Jiraiya-san! I did it!"
"Uncle Jiraiya! I did it too."
"Pervy old man! Aren't you teaching it wrong?"
Thud—!
"Ow~ What was that for!"
Slowly withdrawing his smoking fist from an orange little head, Jiraiya, dressed in ordinary civilian clothes, forced down the veins bulging on his forehead and looked with approval at the red-haired Konan-nee beside him, who was playing with the water ball condensed from Water Release Chakra in her hand.
"Nagato, you can rest today. You get the fish head tonight."
With that, he turned his gaze to the blue-haired girl on the other side, whose face was full of joy. The same water ball kept changing shapes in the girl's pale, tender palm, and her level of chakra control, far beyond others her age, was enough to draw attention.
Jiraiya nodded almost imperceptibly, a trace of regret in his eyes.
If she had been born in Konoha, this child Konan would definitely have been a genius the village focused on nurturing.
At that thought, Jiraiya wanted to pat the girl's little head, only for her to dodge him first.
"Sorry, Uncle Jiraiya. In this life, only one person is allowed to touch my head."
Konan retreated several steps and covered her head warily, her pale, tender small face full of seriousness.
"Ah, Konan, you won't even call me 'san.'"
Looking embarrassed, Jiraiya spoke while reaching toward Yahiko's dog head beside him.
In the end, just like Konan, Yahiko also nimbly jerked his head aside and successfully dodged Jiraiya's pat, leaving him stifled with anger.
"Yahiko, you little brat, what are you dodging for?"
"Pervy old man, I just saw you scratching your crotch with that hand."
Yahiko looked at the flustered Jiraiya with a face full of disgust, holding his head in both hands, vowing to