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"Search your conscience! I'm leaving!"
With that, Orochimaru used Space Transfer and vanished.
Jiraiya stood rooted to the spot, motionless for a long time.
Those words had felt like a hammer slamming into his chest, leaving his whole body numb.
In the past, anything like that would have gone in one ear and out the other.
But today was different-he had taken a genuine beating, one painful enough to scare some sense into him.
Now his face burned, and his chest felt tight.
Fine. From now on, I won't do anything that rotten in the village again. If I really can't help myself, I'll go outside the village, to some other country. As long as I don't hurt my own people!
That was what Jiraiya muttered to himself.
If Xunjing and the others had heard him, every last one of them would have spat in his face.
A dog really couldn't stop eating shit.
He was beyond saving.
"Huh? Wait a second! Didn't that damned snake just disappear with a whoosh too? And all by himself?"
"When did he learn Flying Thunder God?"
The realization suddenly hit Jiraiya, and his eyes went wide.
He felt as though the whole world had changed.
How was everyone learning this technique?
Wasn't it a forbidden technique that was absurdly difficult and required a special talent for space manipulation?
Why did it suddenly feel like an ordinary Ninjutsu anyone could use?
Xunjing, Tsunade, Lady Mito, Lady Jiri, Minato, Kushina, Uchiha Mikoto, and now Orochimaru.
The count was almost in double digits.
"I wonder if I've got the talent for it?"
Jiraiya couldn't help daydreaming.
But the piercing pain throughout his body immediately dragged him back to reality-he needed treatment.
Gritting his teeth, he limped toward the Ninja Hospital.
Inside the Hokage Office.
After