Torifu was staying in the most unusual apartment in the complex. He'd said Jiraiya would recognize it as soon as he saw it.
At first, Jiraiya had been puzzled. But when he saw the apartment's outer walls covered in lines of tiny writing, he walked right up and knocked on the door.
"Big Brother Torifu, open up! We're here!"
A moment later, Torifu opened the door, just as expected. "Haha, I knew you'd find it. After all, I'm the only one in Central City who's done this."
Jiraiya chuckled, not sure what to say. He couldn't make heads or tails of the writing. He could recognize a few characters, but the rest were completely unfamiliar.
"Big Brother, what kind of writing is this? I've never seen it before."
Torifu waved a hand, telling him not to worry about it. "It's writing from the Kumonaka Clan. Just think of it as looking at a work of art. No need to take it too seriously."
Jiraiya scratched his head, then went inside.
The moment he stepped in, he was utterly dumbfounded.
Chirori sat on the sofa watching television, while Tsunade peeled and ate a mandarin. They were both dressed in Kumonaka Clan attire.
Only Jiraiya wore Konoha-style clothes, and they were the oldest style at that. It seemed he'd been influenced by his father.
No one in Konoha dressed like that anymore. He was a relic of a bygone age.
"You're here pretty quickly. We haven't made dinner yet, so come in and have a chat."
Torifu welcomed them warmly. Tsunade stood up and offered Jiraiya a mandarin.
Tsunade had exchanged a few words with Jiraiya while treating Black Wolf, but they hadn't really hit it off.
She hadn't expected to run into him again at home.
It left her feeling a