Boom!
A white figure was blasted out in a sorry state, crashing heavily onto the ground.
"Cough, cough. Nagato really didn't hold back at all." The figure coughed lightly and shook his head with a wry smile. It was none other than Jiraiya, who had infiltrated the tower not long ago.
Jiraiya had never expected that, despite carefully erasing every trace of his intrusion, he would be discovered so quickly. He could not understand it at all.
More precisely, Akatsuki had detected Jiraiya the instant he entered Amegakure. The blind spot had been Amegakure's fine rain—it was rain infused with Pain's chakra.
It covered the entirety of Amegakure and could sense the chakra of every foreign intruder.
That was how Pain had detected Jiraiya.
"As expected of Master Jiraiya. You remained completely unharmed even after taking an attack like that." Three figures appeared before Jiraiya. One of them, a man with side-swept bangs and a single ponytail, looked at Jiraiya impassively as he spoke.
Meanwhile, Konan had spread a pair of white wings behind her back and stood silently at Pain's side, staring coldly at Jiraiya. There was not the slightest joy of reunion between master and disciples; instead, it felt like enemies meeting in a deadly battle.
"Konan really did grow into a beauty. My eye for talent back then was quite good. That little girl had always been especially charming..." Jiraiya seemed wholly unconcerned by their icy stares. Looking at Konan before him, he revealed a trace of reminiscence and muttered to himself.
"Master Jiraiya, since you have come here today, then please die for the sake of peace!" Pain said coldly. The moment his words fell, the three figures vanished with a whoosh, lunging straight at Jiraiya.
"Ninja Art—Needle Jizo!" Jiraiya's pupils contracted slightly as his hands