Good Son

After sitting down with Tsunade, Shiraishi Yoshijo noticed the tension between both sides. Naruto especially—his furious little glare was simply adorable.

The moment Geng Hua saw Jiraiya and Naruto, his eyes lit up. But with his father and mother right in front of him, he did not dare act too recklessly, so he said nothing.

"You didn't start fighting, which means you're still giving me some face. Good. Kayo, have them serve the dishes."

The maids placed one exquisite dish after another on the table, making Naruto drool.

Unfortunately, there was no seat for him here.

Tsunade poured Shiraishi Yoshijo a cup of wine, then raised her own and said, "Jiraiya, Orochimaru, everyone has changed a great deal over the years. It's about time the title of the Sannin came to an end. Let this cup be our farewell drink."

Tsunade and Orochimaru drained their cups at the same time, then both turned to look at Jiraiya. That idiot had not even raised his cup, and his expression was exceedingly complicated.

Orochimaru said, "This is reality, you idiot living in a dream."

Staring at the wine cup before him, memories of the three of them as children surfaced in Jiraiya's mind. Every little moment was more intoxicating than fine wine.

But growing up was always accompanied by pain.

"I really didn't want to grow up... but there's no helping it."

In the end, Jiraiya still picked up his cup and drank it in one gulp.

After setting the cup down, Shiraishi Yoshijo said with a smile, "Jiraiya, you snuck into Peach Country to take Tsunade back to Konoha and make her Hokage. Why didn't you ask for my opinion?"

Jiraiya said, "What was there to ask? You definitely wouldn't agree."

"No. If you can prove to me that your ideal