Chiyo could not understand why Kitsuchi had so decisively rejected her proposal. Was joining forces to attack the Konoha camp not a good idea?
Idiot!!
Sure enough, he was an idiot. Just like his father, Ōnoki—stupid to the extreme.
The more Chiyo thought about it, the angrier she became. Her wrinkled, age-spotted face had turned red with rage.
Jingyi had no idea that Chiyo and Kitsuchi were plotting against him. At the moment, he was busy teaching his disciple.
After giving Nawaki a good beating, Jingyi returned to the lounge and tossed two logs into the brazier.
The environment in the Land of Rain was far too extreme. It rained all three hundred and sixty-five days of the year. Living in such a godforsaken place meant keeping a fire burning indoors year-round, otherwise the dampness inside would become unbearable.
Without a fire, even the blankets would be damp at night.
Once the fire was going, Jingyi leaned back in his chair, propped both feet on the desk, and picked up the book lying there.
"Jingyi!! Hurry to the operating room! Jiraiya got hurt!!!"
Before he had even turned two pages, Nawaki burst inside.
What the hell? Jiraiya was hurt again?
How many times had this been now?
Speaking of which, Jiraiya was basically an unkillable cockroach, wasn't he? He got hurt again and again, dragged his injured body back to camp time after time, then after treatment, became lively and energetic all over again—only to get injured once more after returning to the battlefield.
In the entire camp, only Hatake Sakumo was as unlucky and miserable as him.
Orochimaru, on the other hand, handled everything with ease. Even when he was ambushed by Iwagakure, while others were killed or wounded, he alone remained in the best condition.
"Don't panic. I'll