The master led them through the gate to train. Even with the same patience, each person would perceive and use it in slightly different ways.
Mirai had already learned everything the immortal sages could teach him. It could be said that the teaching had been completed through mutual, wholehearted exchange.
Next, he needed to find his own style of sage arts.
"It's getting late. Stay for dinner. I'm afraid it'll be a long time before I see you again." Looking deeply at Mirai, he smiled.
Mirai felt a little choked up at those words, but when he saw the delighted smile on Fukasaku's face, he suppressed his unease and nodded.
After dinner, a somewhat gloomy Mirai emerged from the two sages' residence. He looked at his despairing teacher, Jiraiya, inside the house and let out a silent sigh.
To become a true sage, his teacher would have to keep practicing sage arts for a while longer.
Perhaps because Mirai's progress had been so fast, even the great sages could not easily let Jiraiya off. He was still at the second stage and had yet to make any progress.
Of course, practicing sage arts was not easy. Mirai had only entered that realm so quickly because of his previous training.
Coupled with the difference in their talents, he had caused his teacher quite a bit of trouble this time...
But after thinking it over, Mirai felt that this was not necessarily a bad thing for Jiraiya. Of course, once he finished his training, Jiraiya's stomach would probably suffer for quite some time.
At that thought, Mirai felt his stomach churn, and nausea rose within him.
"Mirai, farewell."
At that moment, Fukasaku and Shima saw the two sages off at the door. Suppressing his nausea, Mirai respectfully bowed to them. Then