This wasn't even the most impressive part.
The Land of Rain had year-round downpours. There were no tents for resting on the battlefield; wherever they went, they basically just found a random place to rest for a while.
Where did he find the time to write a book?
Where did he find a place to create?
And the manuscript was still clean and neat, untouched by rainwater.
Jingyi truly admired Jiraiya a little.
For the sake of creating, for the sake of writing that sort of novel, this guy had really gone all out.
He came back drenched from head to toe, then immediately pulled out a stack of completed manuscripts. How did he manage that?
"Ahahaha..."
Seeing Jingyi give him a thumbs-up, Jiraiya laughed embarrassedly.
When it came to being awesome, Jiraiya still took the crown. Fine, let me read this manuscript... no, let me judge it.
Jingyi picked up the manuscript and began reading it seriously.
After reading a few lines, he looked up at Jiraiya, then lowered his head to the manuscript again.
Jiraiya suddenly grew nervous. Was his writing that bad?
Or was the plot not coherent enough? He thought the plot about Bai Jiejie, the pure and innocent young wife of the Shinobi World, was set up quite well.
After reading several pages in a row, Jingyi decisively stuffed the manuscript back into Jiraiya's hands.
"It's written very well. Keep it up. Once you finish it, you can try sending it to a publishing house. I'm sure it'll become a hit across the Shinobi World."
Jiraiya really was worthy of being an expert at writing that sort of novel. His writing was quite good, though the first male lead felt a little familiar.
"Really?" Jiraiya sprang to his feet in surprise, his heart practically leaping