Jin Uchiha's voice was low and grave.
"Yes."
In the past, he would never have said anything like this.
Back then, getting Minato Namikaze to stay neutral had been enough. But now the man had chosen the hard road, defying the village leadership and placing himself firmly on the opposing side.
Things had changed.
Minato Namikaze also had a summoning contract with Mount Myōboku. If Jin didn't warn him soon, Mount Myōboku might learn every last detail within days.
Jin was right. There was something indescribably unsettling about those toads.
Reading it as a manga in his previous life was one thing. Having actually crossed over into this world of flesh and blood, he had to keep his guard up.
Any living creature with a brain had its own basic desires.
Everything it did had to serve some purpose.
The White Snake Sage of Ryūchi Cave was straightforward enough—she wanted to find out whether humans could practice her species' Senjutsu and, along the way, find a path to further advancement for herself.
Those who died during training could conveniently be tossed to the little snakes under her, giving them a taste of human flesh.
The Slug Sage of Shikkotsu Forest was simply bored out of its mind.
It only wanted a representative who could take it around the Shinobi World, letting it watch eras rise and fall to pass the time.
Mount Myōboku alone was an exception.
Jin Uchiha could rack his brains all he liked and still not figure out what those toads wanted. He certainly didn't believe a bunch of toads could truly be saints without wants or desires.
On that point, he couldn't trust them.
Come on. They weren't even the same species.
Even if Mount Myōboku wanted to play the saint, shouldn't it be a saint