"Mission commissions..."
Jiraiya blurted out.
The moment he said that, his expression changed.
Right. During the war, a lot of mission commissions had piled up. Once the war ended and large numbers of ninja returned, they would have to work themselves to the bone completing missions.
Especially someone like him, who had run off halfway through and had not returned to the village for two years. He would definitely be worked like a mule.
And the missions assigned to Jiraiya were bound to be high-ranking ones.
Not only were such missions dangerous, they were also troublesome.
"This is unfair!! Why are you working me like a mule?!" Having had a little to drink, Jiraiya was getting worked up.
In the barbecue restaurant's corridor, the Third Hokage had just reached the private room and had not even had time to open the door before freezing in place.
He had been waiting in the Hokage Office for his good disciple Jiraiya to come report in.
Yet not only had Jiraiya failed to report to the Hokage Office, he had first gone to peep at a hot spring inn, leaving behind a huge mess for him to clean up. He had only just managed to wipe Jiraiya's ass clean.
Then Jiraiya had gone looking for Nawaki, and afterward dragged Jingyi out for barbecue.
After waiting and waiting until his patience ran out, the Third Hokage had no choice but to deliver himself to their door. He had not expected to hear Jiraiya's booming voice before even entering.
Someone had arrived.
Jingyi said meaningfully, "Because most of the village's strong ninja went to the battlefield to fight and handle matters for the village, while you ran away for two years. Is that reason enough?"
"Does going to the battlefield mean they don't have to