"To witness the end of the old era with your own eyes... is punishment enough for you. Your path ends here. If you set foot on the battlefield again..."
Pain's voice did not reach Jiraiya's ears, because Minato Namikaze had already used the Flying Thunder God Technique to take him away.
The Deva Path did not stop him, nor could he have.
He looked into the distance. Though he had struck hard, Tsunade was there, fully capable of stabilizing Jiraiya's life.
Those injuries were enough to keep Jiraiya from returning before everything was over.
Now, all he had to do was wait here for Minato Namikaze's return. He... would definitely come back!
What he did not know was that Tsunade, the captain of the medical unit, was only its captain in name. Because... her hemophobia made her completely incapable of treating severely injured shinobi.
The only reason she held that position was because of her renowned medical skill.
Konan opened her mouth at that moment, but ultimately said nothing, her expression complicated.
If possible, she truly did not want to see this happen, but... there was no if.
Using the Flying Thunder God Technique, Minato Namikaze instantly brought the heavily wounded Jiraiya to the rear medical camp.
Tsunade was directing the treatment of the wounded when she saw Jiraiya covered in blood.
Pain's Black Receivers had pierced his shoulder and abdomen, damaging his chakra pathways and throwing his chakra into chaos. His vital signs were rapidly weakening.
The glaring crimson instantly triggered Tsunade's hemophobia.
Her face turned paper-white, her pupils contracting violently as a familiar wave of dizziness and suffocation surged over her.
The scene before her began to sway and distort, as though she had returned to the moment Dan and Nawaki fell.
She staggered back a step, clamping