The Police Squad Caught Peeping Jiraiya Red-Handed!

"Don't notify the Uchiha yet. There's still some time before the daimyo of the other countries head to the Daimyo's Mansion. I've already informed Jiraiya and had him look for Tsunade.

"I think it's time for Tsunade to make a move."

The Third Hokage was unwilling to let the Uchiha bear such an important task, nor did he want to continue clashing with the daimyo and deepen the conflict.

His plan was to bring Tsunade back.

As long as Tsunade stepped forward, this matter would certainly be resolved properly. The daimyo could continue enjoying his comfortable life at the Daimyo's Mansion with a clear conscience, while Konoha would receive funding from the Daimyo's Mansion and continue developing.

When it came to negotiations and communication with the Daimyo's Mansion, Tsunade possessed an innate advantage that the Third Hokage could never match.

The title of Konoha Princess had not been bestowed upon her for nothing.

The daimyo had gladly named Tsunade the Konoha Princess not only because the brothers Hashirama Senju and Tobirama Senju were powerful, but also because Tsunade was closely related to the daimyo's family.

She could barely be considered half one of their own.

With Tsunade stepping forward, many troublesome matters could be resolved with ease.

The biggest problem now was how to bring Tsunade back.

To avoid her debts, Tsunade had always been elusive. Besides dodging creditors, she was also preventing the village from sending people to find her.

Having been utterly heartbroken, Tsunade had no desire to return to the village.

Hopefully, everything would go smoothly.

Koharu Utatane and Homura Mitokado exchanged glances, both feeling rather helpless.

Within Konoha, they were highly respected elder advisors, but once they left Konoha, that status was utterly useless.

If even the Third Hokage could not settle the matter, sending them would only make things worse.

Not long ago, Homura Mitokado had personally gone to the Daimyo's Mansion, only for the enraged daimyo to completely ignore him.

The village's surveillance of the Uchiha had been greatly reduced, and Yan had returned to his former routine—working, patrolling, and handling sudden cases.

Since they had failed to reach an agreement on restructuring the Police Department, Shisui's former squad had been assigned to Yan, who led them on patrols and handled all kinds of cases.

The result was that the two squads combined had become somewhat bloated in size.

Yan walked at the front while everyone else obediently followed behind. As they made their way along, passersby hurriedly stepped aside, giving Yan a strange feeling. For some reason, he recalled images posted by certain bizarre netizens in his previous life.

A ridiculous picture of a group of Uchiha with their Sharingan activated, dressed in suits and carrying machetes.

They looked exactly like a gang of street thugs about to go hacking people up.

The others had long grown used to such scenes. Itachi, who had been ordered by his father to study hard, observed Yan's every move at all times and occasionally offered slightly stiff smiles to villagers or ninja by the roadside.

Unfortunately, he did not receive any goodwill in return. Instead, he scared quite a few people away.

Itachi had deeply taken Yan's words to heart. See? He had even begun smile training.

For a while, the clansmen wondered whether something had gone wrong with Itachi's head.

Someone who had always worn a blank expression was actually taking the initiative to greet others and smile at them.

When Yan smiled and greeted the clansmen, everyone found him approachable and warmly reassuring. But when Itachi did it, the clansmen instead felt their scalps tingle.

After all, when someone who had kept a straight face for so long suddenly smiled at everyone he met—and did so with such a stiff smile—anyone would feel uneasy.

"This is the area the two squads need to patrol."

Along the way, Yan continuously explained matters requiring attention to Itachi, the newcomer.

"At present, the clan head has been advocating for the restructuring of the Police Department. Once it's reorganized, I think we'll become teammates in a single squad."

"Everyone should get familiar with one another first. That'll help with unity and coordination at work."

"Itachi, although you're the clan head's son, I won't treat you... Wait."

Yan, who had been earnestly lecturing Itachi, noticed something was off.

Because the two squads were carrying out the patrol together, the area they needed to cover had expanded.

While teaching the junior, Yan suddenly spotted someone sticking his butt out and lying in the corner by the wall of a hot spring inn. Even more speechless was the utterly lecherous laughter drifting over.

As Yan stopped, everyone followed his gaze.

"Captain, he..."

This was a hot spring inn. Someone was peeping on people bathing!

"I can see that."

Yan's expression was rather unpleasant. He simply stood some distance away with his arms crossed over his chest and said in a strangely mocking tone:

"Everyone, open your eyes wide. The person peeping at others bathing over there is none other than Lord Jiraiya, one of our village's famous Legendary Three Ninja."

"At this moment, this important figure of the village is engaging in such disgusting, lowly behavior. He's even drooling and wearing a thoroughly lecherous grin."

"We must remember that, as law enforcement officers, we must never do something so uncultured, ill-mannered, and downright lowly."

"Uchiha brat, what are you talking about?"

After receiving the Third Hokage's notice, Jiraiya had hurried back to the village. The first thing he did was not report to the Hokage Office Building, but run to the hot spring inn to gather material...

No, to peep on others bathing.

Yet only a few minutes after he had climbed down, Yan had led his men on patrol right to this spot.

At first, Jiraiya had not thought much of it. He knew he had been discovered, but he simply did not want to pay attention.

Because the scenery inside the wall was simply too beautiful.

But Yan kept mocking and ridiculing him, even throwing around words like ill-mannered and uncultured. Jiraiya could not take it anymore.

You can call me lecherous. You can say I'm shameless. But don't call me uncultured and ill-mannered.

Unable to keep enjoying his material, Jiraiya sat down in dissatisfaction and shouted at Yan, while making sure not to block the hole he had dug into the wall.

"Did you see that?"

Yan had no intention of responding to Jiraiya and continued speaking to his squad members.

"Important people sure get things done efficiently. When they want to peep, they dig a hole in the wall. When they don't, they block it up. Yet we, the law enforcement officers, can't do anything to them.

"After all, a crooked beam produces crooked rafters. Since even Lord Hokage enjoys doing this sort of thing, it's understandable that Lord Jiraiya, as his disciple, picked up a little of it."

As he spoke, Yan even dragged the Third Hokage out as an example.

"Lord Hokage also likes peeping at people bathing?"

Izumi's voice rose several pitches.

She had once thought the Third Hokage was a kindly old grandfatherly Hokage. Who could have imagined that he did such things?

Even Itachi, who had remained silent all along, had his worldview overturned.

"Hey, hey, hey, kid, you've gone too far. You can talk about me, but don't drag my teacher into this."

Seeing Yan even bring up the Third Hokage, Jiraiya immediately panicked.

"How can my business involve my teacher? It'd sound awful if word got out."

"If it sounds awful, why do it?"