The thick white smoke dissipated, and Jiraiya's figure appeared on Mount Myōboku.
Hot and humid air rushed over him, mixed with the fragrance of soil and exotic plants.
He had no heart to appreciate this magnificent scenery. After recognizing his direction, his figure shot toward the peak of the sacred mountain like an arrow released from a bow.
The actions of the new daimyo named Chiba Ran completely exceeded his cognition.
He only wanted to know the answer as soon as possible.
In the pool ahead, the mountain-like Gama Bunta bit down on a pipe and blocked his path.
"Jiraiya? You guy, aren't you fighting the frontline and Kumogakure? How do you have time to come here?"
"Urgent business!" Jiraiya said with a hurried tone. "Bunta, move aside quickly. I have urgent business to see the Great Elder!"
Gama Bunta's expression turned a bit more serious. "What happened?"
"A huge matter happened. I'll tell you later."
Gama Bunta fell silent and removed the pipe from his mouth.
"Go."
"However, I can remind you that the old man has been sleeping all this time, and I don't know whether he has woken up or not."
"Thanks!" Jiraiya uttered thanks. "I'll wake him up."
Having said that, the speed beneath his feet became even faster.
Watching his departing back, Gama Bunta stuffed the pipe back into his mouth, his large eyes narrowing slightly.
To be able to make Jiraiya this anxious.
It seemed the outside world truly wasn't very peaceful.
Soon, an archaic palace appeared in Jiraiya's field of vision.
Before even getting close, he smelled a rich aroma of food.
In front of the hall, the two sages Fukasaku and Shima were busy surrounding a large pot.
"Little Jiraiya?" Shima, wearing purple-curled hair, discovered him first. "Father of the child, look,