You're Not Much of a Teacher

Jiraiya's voice rang out, strong and demanding.

As he remembered it, the Konoha Military Police Force was the outfit that had once thrown its weight around the village under the Uchiha name.

They arrested and detained people whenever the Uchiha Clan pleased.

Now the Uchiha were making a grand show of recruiting people and asserting their authority. They had even arrested a Special Jōnin and his son in the street. Of course Jiraiya had something to say about it.

But...

Uchiha En did not answer his question.

He did not even look at Jiraiya. He merely raised a hand and pointed at the little boy with blond hair and blue eyes nearby.

"Lord Jiraiya."

His voice carried clearly to everyone present.

"Do you not recognize the person standing beside you?"

Jiraiya froze.

Uchiha En's voice was as calm as still water, but his words cut like a knife.

"His name is Naruto Uzumaki."

"He's the son of the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze."

Jiraiya's pupils contracted. Of course he knew. How could he not?

Blond hair, blue eyes, six whisker-like marks on his cheeks...

He was the spitting image of Minato as a boy.

Jiraiya had recognized him the moment he pushed through the crowd.

But this was one of the village's most closely guarded secrets. How did the Uchiha know so much?

Uchiha En was not finished.

After a pause, he calmly delivered the cruelest blow.

"And you were the Fourth Hokage Minato Namikaze's teacher."

"Yet you don't even recognize his son."

"It seems you weren't much of a teacher."

The crowd erupted.

Villagers turned to one another, their voices rising like a tide.

"Jiraiya... was the Fourth Hokage's teacher?"

"Jiraiya, one of the Sannin, taught the Fourth Hokage?!"

"Then why has he never met Naruto?"

"After all these years...