After hearing Mirai's words, Jiraiya calmed down and said, "What do you mean, Yellow Book? Mirai is the one in your heart!"
Mirai glanced at him. There was no need to answer that question. In truth, the Third was an old lecher too, and Jiraiya had fully inherited that trait from him.
When Jiraiya saw the disdain in Mirai's eyes, he changed the subject. "What did you say to the people of Oromo?" he asked.
Mirai curled his lips. "Nothing more than a discussion about the future development of the world and humanity's potential." Jiraiya was a good man. He treated the friends around him well and was a companion worthy of deep friendship. Perhaps he was different from Mirai and the others, but they were still good friends.
It was just that Jiraiya's life was somewhat tragic. To Mirai, Jiraiya seemed like a puppet, constantly manipulated by the toads of Mount Myoboku.
"The future!" Upon hearing Mirai mention those two words, Jiraiya thought of the Child of Prophecy he was searching for. Unfortunately, Mirai did not seem to be the Child of Prophecy.
"What do you think the future will be like?" Jiraiya asked Mirai. He admired Mirai's talent. He was also a young man with ideals and ambition.
"Who knows? The future cannot be predicted. It can change at any time. What's the point of talking about it now? If the future were fixed, then what would humans be for?" Mirai turned and left, leaving Jiraiya with nothing but the back of his head.
Those words struck Jiraiya deeply. Could the future be changed? What was the Child of Prophecy, really? He had never considered it before, yet now he consciously wanted to run away from it.
Mount Myoboku had known him for a long time. At first,