"Yo, Jiraiya. What are you up to?"
Tetsuya opened the door to a room whose doors and windows had been locked and reinforced with sealing jutsu, then surveyed Jiraiya squatting in the corner.
"Chiba Tetsuya, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Jiraiya stared at Tetsuya with wide, bewildered eyes.
He simply couldn't understand what Tetsuya hoped to accomplish with all this.
"Come on, haven't I already told you? Everything I've done has been to bring true peace to this shinobi world.
Why won't you believe me?"
"Secretly supporting the Akatsuki, spreading false information to start a war, colluding with Konoha's rogue ninja Orochimaru, resurrecting the long-dead Madara Uchiha and Uchiha Izuna...
After doing all that, you're telling me it's for peace in the shinobi world? Do you honestly expect me to believe that?"
"Sometimes, achieving true peace means going through a baptism of blood and fire. I really am working toward peace.
You've got to believe me."
Jiraiya rolled his eyes.
"Heh. I'd sooner believe toads could fly than believe you're doing this for peace in the shinobi world."
"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."
Tetsuya shrugged as he spoke.
"Still, there's no point keeping you here. You're just wasting rice, so I've decided to let you go."
"What kind of talk is that?! I'm a disciple of Mount Myōboku's Great Toad Sage, one of Konoha's legendary Sannin, the great Lord Jiraiya, known as the White-Haired Boy!
What do you mean there's no point keeping me here and I'm just wasting rice? Am I really that..."
Jiraiya, who had been furious just a moment earlier, suddenly paused.
"Wait. What did you just say? You're letting me go?"
"Yep, letting you go. You're not much use anyway, so there's no point keeping you here.
You don't