"Ha, sure. Give me the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu, and I'll become your disciple!" Uchiha Chuan said with an amused curl of his lips.
Jiraiya's expression instantly turned speechless, veins bulging on his forehead. Finally, with a trace of anger, he said, "Is the village's stability and the world's peace really B compared with a forbidden jutsu?"
"Sorry, but they really aren't B," Uchiha Chuan replied airily, without the slightest politeness.
"What about the Uchiha's glory? What about the Uchiha's pride? Haven't you always regarded the Sharingan as supreme? Since when have you started coveting other ninjutsu?" Jiraiya asked, suppressing his irritation.
Uchiha Chuan's expression suddenly turned cold. "Oh, that Uchiha was oppressed to death long ago. There are only a few walking corpses left in Root."
"Oppression?" The word struck everyone present like a heavy hammer. Namikaze Minato's blue eyes suddenly lit up. He keenly caught that keyword—this was precisely the question he had considered before.
"Little Chuan, you seem to know a lot about oppression. Could you explain it in detail?" Minato could not help taking a step forward, his tone filled with a sincere thirst for knowledge.
"Minato!" Jiraiya looked at his prized disciple helplessly. He had not finished talking with Uchiha Chuan yet.
"Uh, sorry, Jiraiya-sensei. I couldn't help myself." Minato smiled apologetically and turned to Uchiha Chuan. "Little Chuan, please continue speaking with Jiraiya-sensei first. I'll ask you about it later."
Uchiha Chuan snorted. "Tch. Jiraiya-sama and I have nothing left to say. He's just like the Third Hokage—such an old hypocrite. Talking won't help."
"How am I a hypocrite?!" Jiraiya did not have a beard, or it would have stood on end from anger.
"Think about it yourself!" Uchiha Chuan rolled his eyes and continued fishing.
An awkward silence fell over the scene. As