Peace... heh heh. If we weren't in peacetime right now, getting my hands on this stuff would be tough.
With a lecherous grin on his face, Jiraiya carefully emerged from the bookstore, clutching something to his chest. He had begged the owner to track down this material, and it had taken quite some effort. He couldn't let Tsunade discover it.
After all, Tsunade had finally started warming up to him. Peeping into the women's baths... ahem. Yes, he'd better forget about that.
He could put up with all that, but when he remembered how Tsunade had thrown out the collection he'd spent so many years building, his eye twitched, and his heart ached all over again. So much of it was out of print!
His home was just ahead. Jiraiya breathed a sigh of relief and tiptoed up to open the door, but just as he was about to slip inside, a sinister presence surged up behind him.
Recognizing that familiar chakra, Jiraiya froze. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. "T-Tsunade, good morning. Did you need something?"
"What—have you been doing today?" Tsunade rolled her wrists, making them crack, and gave him a dangerous smile.
"I just got your message, you see. I was going to get ready and head right over. But since you're already here, what did you want to see me about?"
Jiraiya turned around with a perfectly earnest expression. Well, if one ignored the guilty sweat on his forehead, he almost looked convincing.
Seeing the countless holes in his act, Tsunade rubbed her brow, speechless. Couldn't he at least come up with a better lie?
She knew he was hiding something. Normally, she would have gotten to the bottom of it, but today was different. "Whatever you were doing, I've got something urgent. Come with