"Alright, now that we're back and there's no one else nearby, if you have something to say, Lord Jiraiya, just say it. If there's nothing else, I'm going back."
Standing in front of the Wooden Cabin, Feng Xun shook off Jiraiya's hand, his expression looking somewhat unnatural.
He could probably guess what Jiraiya wanted to talk to him about, but he had long since known the answer to those words.
As if he could see what Feng Xun was thinking, Jiraiya slung an arm around his shoulders and said helplessly, "I really don't know how Brother Changyou used to raise you. You're both brothers, so why does Minato look so much more pleasing than you, brat?"
"..."
The reason was simple: the two of you had hit it off at first sight. Otherwise, how could big brother become your disciple in the future?
Feng Xun grumbled inwardly.
Seeing that Feng Xun remained silent, Jiraiya did not think much of it. Instead, he pulled Feng Xun into the small wooden house he had built later.
The inside of the Wooden Cabin looked just like it had in the anime from his previous life. Aside from basic daily necessities, there were only three cushions and three little green frog ornaments hanging on the wall.
To be honest, this was his first time entering the Wooden Cabin where the three children and Jiraiya lived.
At first, he had never entered because of his physical condition. After he recovered, he had been busy training himself and developing his skills.
"It doesn't seem any different from the place I live in now."
Jiraiya had just been about to say something when Feng Xun continued, "Three growing children and a rough old man like you, living in such a shabby cabin—it really hasn't been easy for