After the war, he stayed behind to take care of three homeless orphans.
Probably only Jiraiya could do something like that.
Once his good-guy instincts kicked in, not even ten oxen could drag him back.
Village? Students? He tossed them all aside for the moment.
"Forget it. Leave him alone and let him do what he wants. Once the entire team has returned, we'll begin preparing to head back to the village."
Jingyi was truly at a loss with that lecherous idiot.
Since the war was over, there was no need to keep wasting time in that hellhole called the Land of Rain. As for Jiraiya, they could only let him be.
Once that guy set his mind on something, not even ten oxen could pull him away from it. Besides, he stubbornly believed that Nagato would become this world's savior.
Every time he saw a talented child, he damn well saw a savior. The toads of Mount Myoboku were first-rate at brainwashing too.
The funny part was that the savior they ultimately raised went to the village he had sacrificed everything to protect to carry rice.
What an ironic story—a real-life farmer and snake.
"Orochimaru, can you take over the bodies in the Morgue?"
"Of course."
Orochimaru smiled as he accepted the task.
Fortunately, Shikaku Nara had only asked him to take charge of the enemy corpses, rather than including their own people's bodies as well. Otherwise, given Orochimaru's nature, who knew what he might do with them.
If word got out that Orochimaru was experimenting on or conducting research with the bodies of his own comrades, things would get entertaining.
At that point, not only would Orochimaru be guilty, but Shikaku Nara, who had authorized it, would bear responsibility as well.
Back in the medical room, Jingyi said