Jiraiya mentioning Nawaki's name sent a faint ripple through Orochimaru's otherwise calm heart.
As his first disciple, and the one he had cherished most, Nawaki had always held a place in Orochimaru's heart.
Jiraiya failed to notice Orochimaru's change and continued, "You're still as skilled at teaching disciples as ever. I've already heard about Chiyu's battle with Kuroiwa Tatsuji, the leader of the Hidden Hot Water Village.
It was truly incredible. Was he twelve or thirteen this year? He should be the same age as Minato, right? I never expected him to be able to fight an elite jonin to that extent. He even seriously wounded Kuroiwa Tatsuji while suffering only light injuries himself. It really surprised me."
The corners of Orochimaru's lips curved upward. "Chiyu is highly talented. Compared to ordinary training, battles like this are better at drawing out his potential."
Jiraiya said with a smile, "But my disciple isn't bad either. Orochimaru, let's make a bet. Let's see whether Chiyu or Minato improves faster and becomes stronger in this war."
Orochimaru shot Jiraiya a sidelong glance. "There's nothing to bet on. Your disciple has decent talent in my eyes, nothing more."
Jiraiya said indignantly, "Orochimaru, I can't accept that. Minato's talent is incredible. He's no worse than your disciple. Since you've said that, the bet is on!"
Orochimaru crossed his arms and stared directly at Jiraiya. "Then what is your stake?"
Jiraiya said with a grin, "I'm writing something right now. Once my book is finished, how about I let you be the first to read it?"
"Hmph. Boring."
Orochimaru walked straight toward the entrance of the tent, intending to leave.
Jiraiya hurriedly called out, "Orochimaru, what about your stake?"
Orochimaru left after tossing back one sentence. "I won't lose."
Jiraiya rose from his seat, muttered "Tsundere,"