Chapter 663: Toad Sage? Not Even a Patch on Master Roshi (Teehee.jpg)

Meanwhile, the culprit behind all this commotion—Mo Wang—had his hands in his pockets as he leisurely strolled through the streets of Konoha.

The gentle sunlight shone warmly upon him, making it impossible to tell that he had nearly punched a hole through the sky in the examination hall just moments ago.

He felt no psychological burden whatsoever about making an early escape. Instead, he relished the thrill of that Dragon Fist Explosion, the corners of his mouth unconsciously lifting.

"Hehe, showing off and then running away—now that's exciting!" he muttered under his breath, feeling refreshed in both body and mind.

As he wandered around, hunger struck. Mo Wang rubbed his growling stomach. Just as he was considering whether to head to Ichiraku Ramen for lunch, he passed near the public bathhouse and noticed a suspicious figure.

It was a tall, white-haired middle-aged man wearing a red outer robe. An extraordinarily lecherous grin hung on his face as he pressed himself against a crack in the bathhouse's outer wall, watching with great interest, practically drooling.

Mo Wang froze at the sight, utterly impressed. Whoa! This old man... he's got guts! Peeping in broad daylight, right in public? Any random passerby could spot him. Isn't he afraid the patrolling Anbu or Military Police Force will arrest him as a pervert?

However, rather than shouting "Pervert!" like a normal person, Mo Wang was seized by a bizarre curiosity. As if possessed, he leaned closer and asked in a lowered voice, "Hey, old man, what are you doing here?"

Jiraiya, immersed in his "artistic research," answered without thinking, chuckling, "Isn't it obvious? I'm admiring the beautiful, energetic figures of young women~"

The moment the words left his mouth, he suddenly sensed something was wrong. The voice was unfamiliar, and... way too close!

He turned