"Isn't this a good thing?" Mirai came to Jiraiya's side and looked in the direction of his gaze. All he could see was a patch of white. He couldn't make out what was going on. Still, Mirai felt the excitement of someone watching an adult film for the first time.
Jiraiya foolishly answered, "So pretty," but immediately came to his senses. Looking at Mirai beside him, who was also admiring the scenery in the bathhouse, he recognized him at once. "Are you little Mirai?" he asked.
Mirai rolled his eyes. "Don't call me little Mirai~" Based on his actual age, Mirai was far older than Jiraiya. For two generations now, he had always hated being called a child.
"You're obviously a child!" Jiraiya muttered. "I never thought Zang Jun's son had this side to him."
"The Hokage's disciple isn't any different! What, Mirai only comes when you're watching?" Mirai spoke honestly. Even after two generations, he was still pure.
"Mirai learned it from the old man." Seeing Mirai call him lecherous, Jiraiya nearly cried.
"Who is it?!" Leng Leng's voice came from the bathhouse at that moment. Then, a young and beautiful blonde woman wrapped in a towel flew out through the window. The moment she saw Mirai and Jiraiya, the woman erupted with killing intent. Her beautiful eyes blazed as she roared, "Jiraiya!"
"Haha, Mother-in-law, let's talk this out." Seeing the killing intent in her eyes, Jiraiya could not help taking several steps back.
"What else is there to talk about? You're dead..." The woman roared furiously, her fist shooting toward Jiraiya with tremendous force. Jiraiya instantly trembled and crashed into the wall. A deafening sound came from outside.
Then, Mother-in-law turned her gaze back again. She looked coldly at Mirai. That blow just now might not have vented