Jiraiya staggered to his feet, but the grin never left his face. "Tsunade, it's been ages. You've gotten even stronger!"
He rubbed the arm she had just punched, half acting and half serious, his face twisted as though he were in agony. But Tsunade knew perfectly well that she had used only thirty percent of her strength. It was enough to send him flying, not to do any real damage.
She ignored his performance and strode toward him with a fierce look. The girls he had been chasing were gone now, so Jiraiya said nothing more. He just gave her a strange, shameless grin.
Without a word, Tsunade swung a fist straight at his face, apparently determined to wipe that insufferable smile off it.
Jiraiya could tell she was serious. He took up a defensive stance, but Tsunade clearly had no intention of going easy on him. Her fist came around in a full swing, whistling through the air toward his face.
He dodged at once. A huge crack split the ground where he had stood a moment earlier, and he counted himself lucky to have moved.
Tsunade smiled. "All those years away, and you haven't gotten any worse at running. You must have had plenty of practice being chased!" She flexed her wrist until it cracked, her smile widening.
Jiraiya knew that stance. She was ready for a proper fight, and the thought gave him a headache. "Tsunade, you're not seriously going to do this, are you?"
His dismay was plain to hear. Tsunade made no attempt to hide her intentions. "Of course I am. It's been so long since we last met. Shouldn't we have a good spar?"
Jiraiya groaned inwardly. Then his face lit up as an idea struck him. "I saw Lord Yin before I came