In the end, Jiraiya still left.
He left in utter desolation.
As he looked at Kushina, he seemed to want to say something but held back. In the end, when Kushina raised her fist, he merely let out a sigh and departed.
He once again set off on his journey to find the Child of Destiny.
The so-called hero of the shinobi world... even now, he still had not let go of a frog's prophecy. After everything he had been through, he still pinned his hopes on finding a disciple capable of changing the shinobi world.
So Kusana deliberately brought the two Children of Destiny over to see Jiraiya off. Just as he had done with the three little ones back then, he gave them another live lesson.
He made them understand the essence of the new Spirit of Grass: changing yourself depended on your own two hands, not on some Child of Destiny.
The two children were deeply shaken by this. At the same time, they thoroughly despised Jiraiya's idea of placing all his hopes on some supposed Child of Destiny—wanting something for nothing.
Under Uncle Amang's guidance, they understood the importance of keeping their feet on the ground and the truth that they had to rely on their own hardworking hands to change the shinobi world.
"Hahaha~" Hearing Kusana's words, Kushina could not help bursting into laughter.
A trace of sentiment showed on her mature, refreshing face, which carried a hint of charm.
After becoming a teacher, Teacher Kushina had always worn loose, casual tops and pants.
Today, however, she had not tied up her single ponytail, leaving her hair simply draped down. Paired with her full, curvaceous figure, she looked carefree yet possessed a mature allure.
She sighed, shook her head, and said, "Lord Orochimaru and Sister