Konohamaru's Hard Work

Jiraiya was very worried.

Even though the file contained no record of anything related, Jiraiya still did not dare trust it.

Since Orochimaru could make one mistake, he could make a second or third. It was not impossible that mistakes had simply gone unrecorded.

But did Jiraiya have any other evidence?

No.

He was simply worried.

There was no way to resolve this kind of unfalsifiable concern.

All Jiraiya could do was carry that worry with him as he left and returned to Mount Myōboku.

According to the file, the clone's blood was identical to his. There had not been the slightest disturbance in the Shinobi World—could it have appeared in the Summoning World instead?

After returning to the Summoning World, Jiraiya immediately sought out Sage Shima and asked whether anything strange had happened on Mount Myōboku recently, as well as whether he himself had appeared there lately.

"Little Jiraiya, are you stupid? You came to Mount Myōboku yourself, and now you're asking me whether you did?"

Sage Shima looked at Jiraiya as though he were an idiot.

Jiraiya had no energy for jokes right now. With a bitter smile, he explained what had happened recently.

Sage Shima was shocked to hear that there was a copy of Jiraiya who looked exactly like him.

"Little Jiraiya, I told you long ago that anyone who could make a contract with Ryūchi Cave couldn't be a good person. You should have been on guard against Orochimaru. See? Now you're suffering for it.

What mistake? I say he did it on purpose!"

Sage Shima picked up a branch and rapped Jiraiya on the head.

Funny enough, Sage Shima's reasoning was wrong, but her conclusion was completely correct.

Orochimaru really had done it on purpose.

"Old lady, enough already. Help me solve the problem