They had even experienced the entire history of ninjas together.
If Mirai's level of magical training had not been so terrifying, the Abyss Immortal would never have said such a thing.
On one hand, Jiraiya felt pressured, because he had yet to complete the second stage of magical training.
At this rate, Mirai would likely surpass him soon.
But as his teacher, Jiraiya was naturally more pleased than anything else.
As a teacher, how could I possibly be dissatisfied with such an outstanding disciple?
Mirai smiled and nodded when he heard this, but after a moment, he seemed to sense something. His expression suddenly changed.
Whoosh, whoosh.
In an instant, he flashed over to Jiraiya's side.
"Lord Fukasaku, let's leave first."
He did not even have time to disperse his natural energy before using the technique that allowed Thor to fly, taking Jiraiya away with him.
The next moment, a fairy carrying a bamboo basket appeared atop the waterfall...
The next morning, Mount Myoboku.
Today marked the beginning of the second stage of spiritual training, with young Jiraiya following along.
Fukasaku said to the two before him that, because of Mirai, he could not teach both him and Jiraiya at the same time.
Yet in just three days, Mirai had already caught up with the progress—something no one had anticipated before the training began.
Mirai entering the realm of spiritual cultivation was astonishing.
The two nodded at the same time, then followed Fukasaku to a nearby stone forest.
"Mirai, follow me."
As he spoke, Fukasaku picked up several stone slabs from the ground nearby and leaped down into the stone forest, whose formations resembled sharp spikes—wide at the base and narrow at the tip. Jiraiya followed with a jump as well.
"Mm."
Mirai answered and followed.
"The key to