Orochimaru, long accustomed to all this, remained unmoved and merely looked at him with a faintly mocking smile.
But Jingyi was starting to lose patience.
When Jiraiya shamelessly latched onto someone, he was truly unbearable. Being annoying was one thing, but he kept pressing himself against you nonstop.
That bastard had probably spent several days using his money to support pretty girls without even bathing or changing clothes.
Unable to take it any longer, Jingyi could only surrender.
"Stop rubbing against me. I just know how to make some special puppets. Orochimaru wanted to study them, so we reached an agreement."
"On the battlefield, even enemy corpses can be made into puppets. That's free material. You get it now?"
"Special puppets?"
Jiraiya scratched his head, wondering what kind of puppet counted as special.
You're curious, aren't you?
But I'm not telling you. Rubbing against me won't help, either. And stay away from me!!
"Get lost!!"
Jiraiya wanted to use the same approach on Orochimaru, but the moment he got close, he was met with Orochimaru's icy face and an equally icy "get lost."
"Sure thing!!"
Jiraiya wisely moved farther away.
He knew that if he did not leave, Orochimaru would definitely make a move.
The second batch of reinforcements was not particularly large, only five or six hundred people at most. The situation in the Land of Rain had not yet reached the point where the village needed to send thousands of shinobi into battle.
With more people, travel speed naturally dropped. On top of that, they had to transport all kinds of supplies, so there was no way to move quickly.
Medical supplies could be carried directly in sealing scrolls, but ordinary supplies could not. Using sealing scrolls for them was far too costly; even Konoha, with its vast