It Turned Out to Be a Novel Fan!

The jailer left.

The cell temporarily fell into dead silence.

Well, not completely silent. Jiraiya's hand seals had become an instinctive habit by now. Even though his mentality had nearly collapsed, he kept going.

In the end, the prisoner next door spoke first.

He had been moved for nothing just now. He had thought he had encountered a second Three Legs, someone like his old good brother. He had not expected it to be an act. His feelings had been wasted for nothing.

Jiraiya had deceived his feelings!

And Jiraiya—he was all too familiar with that name.

Although he and most of the other prisoners in this prison had never met Jiraiya, they probably knew that name better than they knew their own mothers' names.

When the prisoner had noticed what Jiraiya was doing earlier, he had mentioned that this sort of thing was not unusual in prison. However, most people chose to do it while reading Jiraiya's novels rather than forming seals out of thin air.

Jiraiya's novels were also a major drain on prison points. They were practically hard currency.

Yet the people in prison were not grateful to Jiraiya. Instead, they were filled with resentment toward him.

This man was one of them.

It was just that he had never had a chance to vent his resentment before. Today, he had unexpectedly run into Jiraiya himself, and he could finally pour out the bitterness in his heart and complain to his heart's content.

"Jiraiya? You're Jiraiya? So you're a dead eunuch. No wonder. That explains everything!"

"I'm not a eunuch, really! Believe me!"

Jiraiya was extremely embarrassed.

"I knew there had to be a reason your novels turned out like that! So this was why!"

The prisoner next door ignored Jiraiya's excuses and continued.

"Huh? Are you