Seeing everyone about to disperse, Jiraiya panicked.
Jiraiya's anxiety made everyone who had been preparing to leave stop and look at Ronglin.
They all wanted to know how Ronglin would deal with Jiraiya—would it be the same arrangement as before, or would he just give him a good beating so he could learn the consequences of casually undermining others?
"You?"
Ronglin turned back to look at Jiraiya and said irritably:
"Wasn't it already arranged? Get to the Planting Base. As long as those economic crops I assigned haven't been planted properly, you won't be leaving for even one day. If you run, I'll personally drag you back, then stare you down with my eyes wide open!!!"
"Is that really necessary?"
Jiraiya scratched his head with a bitter smile. It was his habit—whenever he felt embarrassed or awkward, he couldn't help raising a hand to scratch his head.
Not only him; even Minato had picked up the habit, and Naruto would be the same later on.
"This is an order!!"
Ronglin tapped the desk, his face turning cold. It was fine when you messed around normally—I put up with it and didn't bother arguing with you, since you had that infuriating personality.
But you chose this critical moment to undermine me?
Wasn't that the same as slapping Uchiha Ronglin across the face in front of all the village higher-ups?
This time, Ronglin was serious. He meant what he said.
Jiraiya was not allowed to go anywhere. He was to stay obediently at the Planting Base. If he dared to disobey orders or run off halfway this time, it would no longer be a matter of letting him off lightly.
"Yeees~~~"
Drawing out his voice in extreme reluctance, Jiraiya deflated and could only agree gloomily. He regretted it so much he wanted