Lin Mu walked into the room, laid the weakened Jiraiya on the bed, and handed him a glass of water.
Gulp, gulp...
Jiraiya took the glass and drained it in great gulps before he felt a little more alert.
He spoke resentfully:
"That damned Tsunade drugged my drink. Not only can I not mold chakra, but my whole body is numb. I can barely fight at all!"
"You're pathetic, Pervy Sage!"
Naruto Uzumaki burst out laughing. Seeing Jiraiya in such a weakened state, he showed no concern whatsoever, only delight at his misfortune.
"You're always bragging about being an amazing ninja. Did you fall for a pretty face again, Pervy Sage?"
"Shut your mouth!"
Jiraiya's weathered face reddened, and he said gloomily:
"I really did let my guard down this time. No matter how far Tsunade has fallen, she's still a medical expert.
She's the only one who can concoct a colorless, odorless drug to use against a ninja.
But even though I was a little tipsy, I never thought she'd get the chance to slip it to me."
Jiraiya picked up the glass again and drank several more glasses of water before his body began to feel better.
Then he carefully assessed his condition, and his expression grew even more dejected.
"I'm much better than before, but I'm still only at thirty percent."
As he spoke, the slightly relaxed expression on Jiraiya's face suddenly froze.
He jerked his head up and looked toward a distant building.
Was someone watching them?
He forced himself to focus and sensed the area carefully again, but whoever it was had vanished.
His suspicions deepened, but this was no time to dwell on them. He said:
"Shizune, what exactly did you two discuss with Orochimaru? Isn't it about time you told me?"
Shizune's expression