"Yu Yi was still preparing weapons for his younger son, A Luo, to take into battle. Since Yin Luo had yet to bring back the materials, he kept grumbling: 'Why is he so inconsiderate as an older brother? All I asked was for him to let his little brother use his fan. When will he stop being so willful...'"
"Just then, the butler, Old Wang, hurried back and told Yu Yi, 'Master, Young Master Yin Luo was killed by those bandits. They dismembered him and scattered the pieces all over the streets...'"
"'How is that possible? He... is he teaming up with someone to trick me again? Doesn't he have the Yin Luo Divine Fan to protect him?'"
"'Have you forgotten, Master? That fan... was lent to the second young master...'"
"'Master, I've served this household for decades. In all fairness, I have to say this...'"
"'Young Master Yin Luo doesn't even have a room of his own here. Every day, he runs back from his rented home twenty-five kilometers away just to pay his respects to you...'"
Listening to Akaseki's little story, Yahiko and Nagato looked miserable.
Konan felt miserable too...
And the story made her sweat!
Even her fever had broken by then...
"All right. Think carefully about today's little story and write a thousand-word reflection for me by tomorrow... Teacher Jiraiya taught you how to write, didn't he?" Akaseki said solemnly. "Akaseki... big brother, Konan hasn't recovered yet. Maybe we should..." Yahiko immediately protested.
"Hmm, fair point. Then Konan can... dictate, and you can write!" Akaseki settled the matter.
Then Akaseki went into the next room to see Jiraiya, who was studying the mission scroll.
"I see. So Lingering Rain Mountain has become a paradise for giant salamanders... Hanzō really has staked everything on this," Jiraiya