The Flower Seeker, Mr. Ninety-One

"Hmph!"

Jiraiya crossed his arms and put on a disdainful look, sneering, "So this is all an Uchiha genius amounts to. You were far inferior to how outstanding I was back then, if this was the only step you could think of.

Using paintings someone else prepared beforehand couldn't be considered something you could instantly use in battle. To handle all sorts of situations, you would need all kinds of paintings prepared.

Once you prepared too many paintings, things could easily get mixed up. Wouldn't it be terrible if, at a critical moment, you pulled out the wrong painting?

If it were me, I'd divide the paintings into several categories and keep them close to different parts of my body. That way, whenever I needed one, I could find it immediately."

Talk about stubbornly refusing to admit defeat.

No matter what, Jiraiya did not want to lose to some eight- or nine-year-old brat. Otherwise, how was he supposed to lead a team in the future?

"One of the legendary Sannin, Jiraiya, is nothing more than a hollow reputation."

Uchiha Mai gently wagged a finger and smiled. "Since you've already thought that far, why not continue filling in the gaps?

If it were me, I would also use waterproof, moderately wear-resistant paper to ensure the drawings wouldn't be ruined after getting soaked."

Arguing. He was going to argue no matter what.

No matter what, he could not let Jiraiya seize the upper hand in terms of momentum.

Hmm?!

Jiraiya was slightly surprised. This kid was quite the debater. Turning his mind, he said, "In that case, why not turn the drawings directly into close-fitting soft armor?

As long as the armor remains, the wearer remains; when the armor is destroyed, so is the wearer. Then there would be no need to