After leaving the Hokage Building, Houka discovered that someone had actually blocked his path!
And the other party was an old pervert!
Houka stared at him warily.
Jiraiya was dressed as usual: wooden clogs on his feet, a shinobi outfit over a black fishnet undershirt, and long white hair tied into a flirtatious ponytail behind his head. He looked utterly lecherous.
"Uchiha Houka!"
Jiraiya stared at Houka with a serious expression. "Please come somewhere with me."
Houka raised a brow. Was this guy planning to drag him off to some wholesome place like a women's bathhouse or hot spring to gather material?
This shameless old man had no sense of decency at all!
Houka was ashamed to be associated with him, but then he recalled one of the many lessons he had received in his previous life: respect the elderly!
There was no helping it. The old man was being so sincere—how could he bear to refuse?
If I really fall into depravity, remember that Jiraiya was the one who dragged me down with him!
Thus, Houka nodded gravely. "Let's go. If I don't enter hell, who will?"
Was something wrong with him?
Jiraiya looked suspicious, but he immediately grabbed Houka anyway.
Then...
After the world spun around him, Houka stared blankly at the vast groups before him. No, not groups—hundreds, even thousands of... toads?
My belt's already standing at attention, and you show me toads?
Houka completely deflated, down below included. His kidneys suddenly felt hollow.
"Young man, you need to exercise more often."
Jiraiya wore the expression of someone who had been there before as he waggled his brows at Houka.
Houka did not want to speak to this guy.
"Little Jiraiya, you didn't get it wrong again this time, did you?" Sage Fukasaku glanced at Houka, his