More than half a day passed. Jiraiya now stood at the very top of the enormous building, gazing at the distant curtain of rain. His brows furrowed slightly, as though he were full of unanswered questions, and he muttered to himself.
"Strange. There isn't a single person inside this enormous building. And they must have carefully cleaned up the traces they left behind. Apart from a few signs that people lived here, they haven't left a shred of intelligence."
At that, even Jiraiya, an expert in gathering intelligence, could not help scratching his head.
After all, the enormous building he was standing on was essentially Amegakure's equivalent of Konoha's Hokage Building-the heart of the entire village.
Yet now, there was no one inside, and even the traces had been meticulously cleaned up. Naturally, this left Jiraiya deeply puzzled.
With that thought, Jiraiya sighed softly and wiped the rain from his face, already considering leaving.
Since he could not obtain any intelligence, there was no value in staying here. Besides, Amegakure was only a small ninja village to begin with, so Jiraiya had no reason to linger.
"Ah, I wonder how that fool Naruto is getting on with his Sage Mode training.
Still, with the two sages, Fukasaku and Shima, personally guiding him, he's much better off than he would be with me teaching him. As long as Naruto has even a fraction of his father's talent, mastering Sage Mode shouldn't be much of a problem."
At that thought, a bright yellow figure appeared unbidden in Jiraiya's mind, and a trace of melancholy entered his eyes.
As the Fourth Hokage's teacher, Jiraiya naturally knew his monstrously gifted student very well.
Whether it was any form of ninjutsu or Mount Myōboku's most advanced Sage Mode, that prodigious student of his could master