"Ha ha... ha... It's gone... It's really gone... My precious... It's gone... It's really gone... Ah!!! Give me back my precious! Give it back... Wuuu..."
Jiraiya lay in his cell and reached down to feel around. His eyes flew wide, and he looked as horrified as a cat that had just been neutered. Then he pulled open his pants and took a look. His vision went black, and shock, despair, and a sense that life had lost all meaning flooded his heart.
His face twisted into an expression of utter despair and pain. The next moment, he rushed to the cell door and clutched the bars.
"Give it back! Give it back! Give me back my precious! You bastards, do you have any idea what you've done?! Give me back my precious, now!!!"
At that moment, Jiraiya, one of the Sannin of Konoha, completely broke down. He had never felt so helpless or miserable. If his precious was gone, what meaning did his life have?
He had never imagined that he would return to Konoha to avenge his teacher and clear his name, only to get castrated before his plan even began.
"Quiet down, Jiraiya. Don't worry, you'll get it back. Your crime wasn't especially serious; we only cut it off. In three years, you can go to the Military Police Force and claim your precious. You'll just need to have the hospital reattach it then!"
A passing prison guard walked over, holding a baton as he spoke to Jiraiya.
Bang!
Jiraiya slumped to the ground in despair, but at the same time, a glimmer of relief rose in his heart. Thank goodness, he could still get it back. It wasn't completely hopeless. But how could he possibly wait three years?
If only he hadn't spied on them back then.