Jiraiya placed a hand on Mirai's shoulder, looking extremely expectant. Even his face looked a little... lecherous.
How could Mirai not understand what Jiraiya meant? However, before he could refuse, the latter grabbed him by force and said, "Don't run away!"
Mirai's expression turned grave as he looked at his teacher. "Alright, Sensei, could you... calm down a little?"
"What are you talking about? Your teacher is a refined gentleman!" Jiraiya declared firmly.
Mirai was at a loss, but after his teacher had finally returned to the village after so many years, it was hard to refuse him.
Wooden Plank Hot Springs.
"Mirai, I'll head out first. You can soak for a while longer."
After soaking in the hot spring for a while, the two immediately left the men's bathhouse without waiting for Mirai to stop them.
After they left, Mirai submerged his head in the hot spring again. His blue eyes looked utterly lifeless.
That's my teacher... Mirai thought.
--
"Jiraiya!"
After a long while, Mirai had just finished washing up and was about to put on his bathrobe when he heard an enraged voice.
Boom!
A loud crash followed, and fragments of wall rained down in front of the door.
Mirai was startled. He could faintly sense... that aside from Jiraiya, there was another powerful chakra presence.
He hurriedly tied his bathrobe, blinked, and suddenly dashed out.
Several walls beside the hot spring seemed to have been smashed through in an instant. A figure flipped backward and quickly dodged to the side.
Boom!
The next moment, another figure slammed down where he had been standing, driving a fist into the ground.
"Tsunade... calm down."
Jiraiya looked at the figure before him with a choked expression, his face full of fear.
"You filthy bastard! The moment you