Jiraiya nodded to himself. "Big Brother's method is something else. I was just about to step in."
If you didn't control natural energy properly, it could cost you your life.
There were so many toad statues on Mount Myoboku, and every one of them had once been a human who'd gone there to train.
Living humans had turned to stone because they couldn't control natural energy.
And now Minato had suppressed it so easily? What kind of method was he using?
And was this what Big Brother meant when he said Minato had no talent?
Jiraiya was baffled. He felt like Torifu was pulling his leg.
Still, he didn't dare let his guard down. He stayed seated nearby, watching Minato.
It was about half an hour before Minato finally stopped training.
"Ah, just like Big Brother said. Natural energy is pretty sparse in places with lots of people. I'll have to go out into the wilderness."
Minato shook his head helplessly. There was hardly any chance to train while he was on a mission, but once he got home and had time, he didn't have anywhere to practice.
There was nothing he could do but squeeze in whatever time he could. He'd find a chance to practice for a little while each day.
When Minato stopped training, Jiraiya quit watching him and went back to his own business.
He returned to his room, opened his notebook, and started working out the plot of his novel. He had a rough outline in mind, but still needed to refine it before he could start writing.
Everyone had their own things to do, and before long the day was over.
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the apartment and woke Jiraiya from his sleep.
He stretched and got dressed, then noticed the sounds