Jiraiya's Dilemma
Thinking of this, even Jiraiya couldn't help feeling a measure of respect.
The two of them arrived at the Kumonaka Clan. Its location wasn't exactly remote, but this street was already relatively quiet.
Most large clans liked building in places like this to avoid being disturbed.
Ordinary residents all lived together, which was an old tradition of Konoha Village.
Nagato knocked on the door, then led Jiraiya inside.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, Jiraiya noticed that its style was completely different from that of the other clans—or rather, it shared no similarities with them at all.
It wasn't as if Jiraiya had never visited the compounds of large clans before, but their architectural styles were basically not all that different.
But the buildings in this compound—why had he never seen anything like them before either?
"What style of architecture is this? Have you seen it before?"
Nagato shook his head. "This is a style unique to the Kumonaka Clan. No other clan has it. They say the ancestors of the Kumonaka Clan were visitors from beyond the heavens, which is why their style is so special."
After hearing that, Jiraiya only nodded. The origins of the Kumonaka Clan no longer stirred any waves in him.
Because he had already seen far too many things that had shaken him.
Since they could come from one world to another, why couldn't someone else's ancestors have come from a different world?
"Let's go. We'll find Lord Torifu."
Under Nagato's lead, Jiraiya followed him into the courtyard. From far away, he saw a man with white hair and white clothes lying on a chair, holding some unknown object in his hand.
"Lord Torifu is playing Game. I wonder if going over so suddenly will disturb him."
No sooner had Nagato