The group traveled quickly and soon arrived at the place where they had once lived.
This was where Teacher Jiraiya had taught them ninjutsu.
It was also where their dreams had begun.
The dilapidated house was covered in mottled traces of age.
When Jiraiya arrived here, he was filled with emotion. "I should have taken you with me when I left back then."
"Then you wouldn't have suffered so much."
Konan looked nostalgic. "It's all in the past, Teacher. Aren't we back now?"
Of the three of them, Yahiko had been revived for the shortest time—only a little over three years.
Looking at the place they had left behind, he felt an especially deep sense of familiarity.
"Back then, we set out from here to fulfill our dreams, and we agreed that once our dreams came true..."
"Even if we were scattered in different directions, one day, we would return here!"
"Then the three of us would celebrate together!"
For Nagato and Konan, another fifteen years had to be added. They had been away from this house for eighteen years.
But Nagato still remembered what they had said back then.
"Yeah, I said back then that we should invite Teacher Jiraiya too."
"And Teacher Jiraiya has come here with us."
Konan looked at Jiraiya. "Teacher Jiraiya, let's celebrate."
Jiraiya turned around. "Alright, let's roast some fish."
"Then Minato can come pick us up!"
The Land of Rain was poor and sparsely populated, so no one had occupied this house.
A huge hole had already been smashed through the roof.
With all the rain, vines had grown throughout the inside of the house.
Some of the vines had even bloomed with small flowers.
Jiraiya walked over to the signboard and saw his own tag.
He had never expected that, after more