Jiraiya stood at the door, hesitating to speak. He had prepared a lot of words - sarcastic, persuasive, heartbreaking - but against the backdrop of Tsunade's youthful face, they all got stuck in his throat.
His eyes moved away from Tsunade's face, fell on the flipped paper at the corner of the table, and then moved back again.
Tsunade frowned impatiently and spoke first.
"What's the matter? Hurry up. I'm in a hurry. I have a lot of things to deal with!"
Jiraiya's fingers clenched at his side. The suppressed sour gas rose up from his stomach, burned through his esophagus, and hit his throat.
"Dignified Hokage!"
"You only care about your own enjoyment and you still have the nerve to complain!"
"You and that brat have been playing together for most of the day, but you don't want to help me!"
"Just let me be the eunuch, are you worthy of me?"
Tsunade's eyes moved away from his face and glanced down. They stopped at his waist and abdomen, and paused for a moment at his crotch, then lifted it up.
The corners of her mouth dropped half an inch, and she sneered.
"It's completely turned into mud. I can't help you."
She put her hands down from the table, folded them on her knees, and leaned back half an inch.
"Besides, this is good. You have become a more perfect Jiraiya."
"Your obscene behavior in the past was really disgusting, and you were still so proud of it!"
Jiraiya's fists were clenched tightly. The knuckles were bulging, and the nails were embedded in the flesh of the palms. The pain crawled from the edges of the palms to the wrist bones. He took half a step forward, and the soles of his shoes made a muffled sound on the wooden floor.
"Shit is more perfect!"
"What about you? How come you are not perfect? Instead, you play for most of the day? Still at Hokage Office!"
Tsunade's body leaned forward, his elbows rested on the table again, his eyes were fixed on Jiraiya's face, and he sighed quietly, "I was forced."
"I believe you as a ghost!"
Jiraiya blurted out. After finishing speaking, he remembered that he heard this from Yongye, and curled his lips in disgust.
Thinking of Yongye, Jiraiya then remembered the purpose of coming here this time. He took a deep breath and exhaled it. When he turned his eyes back again, his voice was a little calmer than before, and he even temporarily changed his words.
"I'm going to chase Orochimaru. Help me configure some poisons. The more poisonous, the better."
Tsunade frowned, starting from the center of her eyebrows and pushing them to both sides, then stopped at the corners of her eyes. Her eyes swept around Jiraiya's face.
"Chasing Orochimaru? You?"
There was an undisguised surprise in her tone, and the final note was raised half a degree.
"The sun rises in the west?"
Jiraiya's jaw tightened for a moment, then relaxed again, smiling bitterly, showing his true colors.
"This time, Orochimaru did too much damage to Konoha, and you must pay the price!"
"Besides, I can't stay in Konoha."
After hearing the last sentence, Tsunade's original doubts immediately dissipated.
She opened the drawer on the right side of her desk and took out a small bottle from it. It was made of glass and was as long as her index finger. The mouth of the bottle was equipped with a metal nozzle. It was silver and glowed coldly under the light.
She stood up, walked around the corner of the table, walked to Jiraiya, raised her hand and handed the bottle over.
"I made this in the past two days."
"It's extremely powerful! Don't use it on anyone else except Orochimaru."
"Without the super resistance of Orochimaru, even I can't be saved."
Jiraiya stretched out his hand to take the bottle. The moment his fingers touched the bottle, he felt a slightly cool touch in his palm. He held the bottle into his palm, tightened his fingertips, and the bottle was tightly stuck between his fingers.
He lowered his head and glanced at the bottle. The transparent glass wall reflected his own face - there was a vertical line between his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth were turned down, and the lines of his jaw were tense and stiff.
He raised his head, twitched the corners of his mouth, and forced out an awkward smile.
"Thanks."
Two words squeezed out of his throat, then he turned around and walked towards the door.
Geta stepped on the wooden floor, making two rapid clicks. The door panel closed behind him, and the footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away.
The night wind howled, picking up a few dead leaves on the road, rolling past Jiraiya's feet, and then scattering.
He squatted behind a collapsed low wall, his back pressed against the remaining half of the wall's masonry, waiting quietly, secretly on guard.
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and then the sound of footsteps came from the entrance of the alley.
Jiraiya raised his head, looked over the edge of the low wall, and landed on the figure coming out of the shadows.
Hiruzen Sarutobi was wearing a gray-black night jacket, and his mask was pulled down to his chin, revealing his wrinkled face.
He stood in front of Jiraiya, with the toes of his shoes touching the rubble at the bottom of the low wall.
"How's it going, Jiraiya, have you got it?"
Jiraiya put his hand into his arms, touched the bottle with his fingertips, pulled it out, and handed it over.
The glass bottle glowed dimly under the moonlight, and the edge of the metal nozzle on the bottle mouth reflected a ray of silver. Hiruzen Sarutobi stretched out his hand to catch it, brushed the bottle with his fingertips, made a very light friction sound, and then held it in his palm.
Hiruzen Sarutobi smiled with satisfaction, but Jiraiya frowned.
"Teacher, the plan needs to change."
"We need someone to keep an eye on Tsunade so she can't do anything bad."
Hiruzen Sarutobi's fingers tightened on the bottle and then released. His brows also frowned, starting from the center of his eyebrows and pushing them to both sides, stopping at the corners of his eyes.
"She doesn't want to? Getting rid of Uchiha Yongye would also be a good thing for her!"
"She can't even understand such a simple truth?"
Jiraiya let out a long sigh, with a helpless expression on his face.
"The two of them got together."
"Tsunade is radiant and well moisturized!"
Hiruzen Sarutobi had a look of disbelief on his face, as if he had seen the dead come back to life! After a moment, he put the bottle in his arms and complained in disgust.
"Women are useless."
"In this case, you are responsible for keeping an eye on her and not letting her do bad things."
Jiraiya's body straightened up half an inch behind the low wall. His knees were raised from the squatting position, and the soles of his shoes were crushed on the gravel.
"Without me, can you just rely on you?"
Hiruzen Sarutobi Responded: "Don't worry. Orochimaru has prepared a super backup plan."
"Besides, isn't there this poisonous bottle?"
"How powerful is it?"
Jiraiya said in a deep voice, "It is extremely powerful, use it with caution! Tsunade said that unless you have extremely strong resistance like Orochimaru, you will not be able to be saved."
Hiruzen Sarutobi smiled with satisfaction, used Body Flicker Technique, and disappeared.
Jiraiya squatted behind the low wall, staring in the direction where Hiruzen Sarutobi disappeared... The night wind picked up another dead leaf and brushed past his face.
He squatted for about five breaths to make sure no third party was spying on him, and then Body Flicker Technique left.
After saying goodbye to Jiraiya, Hiruzen Sarutobi sneaked into Uchiha Clan Compound and successfully arrived at Shisui Uchiha's home.
After matching the password, the two met smoothly.
Hiruzen Sarutobi took out the poison bottle and Opening Gate saw the point.
"Shisui, the opportunity to help Konoha bring order to things is finally here!"
Shisui's gaze was fixed on his face, his black eyes reflected everything except his true intention.