It was an unremarkable little tavern in Konoha, with nothing in his memory that particularly stood out.
If anything did, it was the person drinking across from him.
"That country... the Land of Rain. Apparently, it's been in a civil war for a long time, and the village has split in two. Rumor has it that the leader of one side is also the leader of the Akatsuki."
The white-haired man set down his cup, its base tapping softly against the wooden table.
His gaze passed over the cup to the mature, beautiful woman with the stunning figure sitting opposite him.
There was none of his usual lust or frivolity in his eyes now, only gravity, solemnity, and resolve.
This old lecher in his fifties, who usually styled himself the Toad Sage and the heroic Lord Jiraiya, was extraordinarily dependable when it came to serious matters, especially those involving the safety of the shinobi world and his students.
The dim tavern, Tsunade sitting opposite him, the unfinished drinks on the table, and the information he had just shared about the Land of Rain and the Akatsuki-he suddenly realized that this was the conversation he had had with Tsunade before coming to Amegakure.
He remembered it clearly.
Back then, Tsunade had drunk too much and felt sick, so he had supported her. After she finished throwing up, they had sat together on a public bench in a nearby park.
Was his life still flashing before his eyes?
Jiraiya smiled bitterly to himself.
He really was unlucky!
Such a long flashback, and his body just had to fall into the sea.
On the park bench, Tsunade leaned weakly against the cold backrest.
She had always been beautiful, with her long blonde hair tied in two low ponytails and her delicate features. Now,