Inside the fried chicken restaurant, Hoshi ate fried chicken while casually tossing Robb two bones. Robb was not picky about food; as long as he had bones, he was happy, gnawing on them joyfully beside him.
Today, Tsunade sat beside Hoshi. Of course, it was entirely for Robb's sake. Jiraiya, sitting nearby, felt a little sour. Don't misunderstand—he did not have any thoughts about Tsunade.
He was just angry that he had somehow failed to discover such an excellent girl-picking-up technique earlier. Watching Tsunade stare at Robb without blinking, her eyes full of little stars, Jiraiya felt this move was simply godly.
Even a violent woman could not resist it, which fully demonstrated its destructive power. No, he had to find a way to get himself a Summoning Beast as cute as Robb.
In the Original Story, Jiraiya might already have secretly developed feelings for Tsunade by this point, but because of Hoshi, Jiraiya now felt absolutely nothing for her.
He had changed from the lovesick pervert he once was into a libertine pervert. With no Tsunade to keep him in check, he became even more uninhibited after hanging around with the Third Hokage.
Though he was only eight years old, he had already displayed Mount Akina Racing God-level skill at making dirty jokes. He used to get hammered by Tsunade for being too explicit, but after being beaten a few times, the guy had learned.
Now, he specialized in subtle innuendos. Every day, his words carried hidden meanings, his little train going choo-choo with filth, yet Tsunade never understood any of it.
Sometimes, the wheels had practically run over her face, and she would still blankly ask Hoshi and the others what they were laughing about.
Perhaps the Ninja World's erotic industry would reach new heights thanks to this