At that moment, the jubilant Jiraiya spotted Sarutobi Toru standing outside the Training Ground and immediately became interested.
"Ha ha, did you see that, Toru? I've mastered Sage Mode! Want to have a spar?"
On the other side of the Training Ground, Orochimaru stood with his arms folded, looking at Jiraiya strangely. It seemed Jiraiya had truly gotten carried away.
"Hey, hey, hey, Orochimaru, why are you looking at me like that? Are you looking down on me?" Jiraiya said indignantly after noticing Orochimaru's gaze.
"No, how should I put it? I just didn't expect you to be so bold now, Jiraiya. I seem to recall you being taught a lesson by me just a few days ago. What gives you the nerve to challenge Toru? That half-baked Sage Mode of yours?" Orochimaru said calmly, his tone dripping with mockery.
"Hmph, Orochimaru, you have no idea how much Sage Mode has strengthened me. Or are you jealous because you can't master Ryūchi Cave's Sage Mode?" Jiraiya raised his head, wearing an arrogant expression.
"Heh heh heh." Orochimaru smiled, but a faint cold gleam flashed in his eyes. Jiraiya's words had clearly angered him.
It was not that Orochimaru could not master Sage Mode. Rather, Ryūchi Cave's Sage Mode required the White Snake Sage to directly inject venom into the practitioner's body, something Orochimaru could never accept without concern.
Snakes were cold and sinister by nature. Who knew whether the White Snake Sage wanted to help someone cultivate Sage Mode or simply wanted a hearty meal?
Given his personality, how could he possibly entrust his life to the White Snake Sage? Therefore, Orochimaru would rather research a method of cultivating Sage Mode himself than practice Ryūchi Cave's Sage Mode.
After learning the difference between Sage Mode and a sage, Orochimaru had