It had already become a bestseller throughout the Shinobi World, selling even better than some older appliances.
He had achieved true financial freedom.
If not for the situation in Rain Province, Torifu would have left him behind to complete a few tasks. Otherwise, he would have gone traveling long ago to search for the Child of Prophecy.
Prophecies were such elusive things. If you went looking for one, you might spend your whole life without finding it.
But if you let things take their natural course, one day you might realize the prophecy had already come true—you just hadn't noticed at the time.
Jiraiya took this prophecy far too seriously, after all, it concerned him.
For the sake of one vague, insubstantial prophecy, Jiraiya had no idea how many disciples he had taken in out there.
Each time, he simply won them over with his strength, gave them a few lectures, taught them some lofty principles, and pointed them down the right path.
Jiraiya figured that was enough to make them his disciples. He was certainly quite casual about it.
But those people didn't consider Jiraiya their master. They just thought he was a strong guy who was a little crazy.
After a while, they forgot all about him.
The Child of Prophecy still hadn't appeared, but Jiraiya wasn't particularly worried.
He felt that, given the current state of the Shinobi World, whether the so-called Child of Prophecy appeared or not wouldn't make much difference.
Jiraiya figured that even if the Child of Prophecy really did appear, they might not do a better job than Torifu.
The great nations of the Shinobi World were now like one big family, and it wasn't just because they had submitted to the Hokage's strength.
It was also because the Hokage had used all