With a sweep of his arm, Minato flew away like a kite with its string cut. Ronglin's face darkened as he stared at Jiraiya.
"Are you questioning me?"
Unable to use the Flying Thunder God Technique, the gap between Minato and Ronglin would only widen further.
As for Jiraiya, the combat power he could unleash at a time like this was far greater than Minato's.
Jiraiya had never relied too heavily on any one technique. He seemed to excel at none of them, yet knew them all. That was Jiraiya's strength—no matter the situation, he always had a way to deal with it. Unlike Minato, whose strength plummeted once the Flying Thunder God Technique was restricted.
"I would not dare."
The usual irreverent expression had vanished from Jiraiya's face. He looked utterly serious and did not glance at Minato, knowing that Minato's injuries would not be too severe.
"I merely hope that Lord Hokage will consider the greater good. And none of this has anything to do with Bunta."
"Oh?"
Hearing Jiraiya's words, Ronglin could not help but laugh.
"Then tell me this: after Orochimaru defected from Konoha and committed all manner of atrocities outside, did those victims place the blame on Konoha? You say none of this has anything to do with Bunta. I believe you. Whatever the Toad Sage and Slug Sage wished to do, Bunta had no way of stopping them. He might not have even known."
"Then tell me, does Gama Bunta belong to Mount Myōboku?"
"Yes!!!"
Jiraiya gritted his teeth as he answered.
At the side, Minato coughed as he rose from the ground. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he gave a helpless smile, feeling that things had truly become troublesome.
From the moment Jiraiya stepped forward, the matter had become