The Choice!

Three days later, Konoha Hospital.

"Senior Jiraiya, I heard you... Uh, sorry to bother you. Please rest." With that, Shiro gently closed the door and looked at the room number in confusion.

"A-306. That's right. This is the room Minato said, isn't it?"

"Shiro? Why not go in and take a look? Jiraiya won't blame us for keeping it from him."

"Uh, I believe Senior Jiraiya about that, but..." Shiro pointed at the room. "The person inside who looks exactly like the Second Tsuchikage Mū is Senior Jiraiya? Nagato isn't that strong, is he?"

"Well... hehe." Orochimaru smiled, glanced at Tsunade beside him, and shook his head. "Go in. Don't doubt it. That's Jiraiya. Tsunade treated him herself."

"Oh~ Got it." Shiro understood at once. That explained it. After all, Tsunade's recent great progress in Medical Ninjutsu had no small connection to Jiraiya's "contributions." Things like this had been fairly common lately.

"Hmph. Boring!"

Seeing the two of them exchanging looks, Tsunade snorted coldly and pushed the door open, walking inside.

At that, Shiro and Orochimaru looked at each other with a smile, then went in one after another.

"Yo, Senior Jiraiya, how are you feeling?"

Jiraiya looked helplessly at Shiro with the only parts of him exposed—his eyes. "Do I look fine to you?"

"What, are you dissatisfied with my medical skills?"

Before Shiro could answer, Tsunade, who had been peeling an apple for Jiraiya, instantly darkened, and the fruit knife in her hand warped out of shape in an instant!

"!!!" Jiraiya stiffly turned his head. "Ha~ ha~ ha~ How could I be? I was just messing with this brat. I'm doing fantastically right now!"

"Oh? Is that so? Looks like this lesson still wasn't enough. Let's spar in a bit. It's been a long time since we