"So this was what a bittersweet, heart-wrenching love felt like..."
Suddenly, Jiraiya's voice came from behind him.
Hyuga Wuye swiftly wiped the corner of his eyes without leaving a trace. When he turned around, he saw his cheap master squatting on a short tree atop the slope.
A small notebook was in his left hand and a pen in his right, scribbling away nonstop.
Whoosh!
Wuye's anger instantly flared. He teleported over in a flash, snatched the notebook from him, and casually moved to tear it apart.
"Stop! Those are all my inspirations!"
Jiraiya let out a miserable howl, like he had just been cuckolded.
The next moment, he snatched it back, even using his taijutsu ability rated as high as 9.
But this time, Wuye was truly, deeply unhappy.
After his emotions had risen and fallen so violently, being secretly watched by Jiraiya made his fury soar to the heavens. The hostility in his chest simply could not be suppressed.
Jiraiya's taijutsu was stronger than his, but Wuye kept his Sharingan active and was able to keep up with his movements.
Moreover, the two-tomoe Sharingan could see through and copy ordinary ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu.
So, with a whoosh, Hyuga Wuye used the exact same taijutsu Jiraiya had just used and instantly snatched the notebook back again.
Then Jiraiya used another taijutsu technique to take it back, only for Wuye to copy it and seize it again.
Bang, bang, bang...
At some point, Jiraiya hid the notebook away, but the two of them continued fighting fiercely because of it... using nothing but taijutsu.
They only stopped once both of them were bruised and swollen, and Hyuga Wuye was completely exhausted.
"Huff... huff..."
Wuye panted sharply, sweat pouring down like rain.
Though his body was exhausted, an indescribable sense of