Sage Fukasaku fell silent for a moment, then let out a long sigh. "You've been like this since you were little. Once you make up your mind, nothing can pull you back."
He turned and looked toward the depths of Mount Myōboku, where a mystical aura lingered year-round. "Very well. Since you've decided, I'll take you to see the Great Elder.
"What little I know isn't enough when it comes to Red Swallow.
"If the Great Elder is willing to speak, you'll at least know what you're up against."
Jiraiya put away his smile and nodded solemnly. "Sorry for the trouble, Sage Fukasaku."
The man and the toad set off at once. Sage Fukasaku returned first, then used the Reverse Summoning Technique to bring Jiraiya to Mount Myōboku.
A thin layer of moss covered the stone steps beneath their feet, and towering plants rose on either side. The farther they went, the denser the natural energy in the air became. Even the wind gradually quieted, as though the entire mountain were holding its breath.
Jiraiya followed behind, knowing full well that this trip wasn't just about gathering information.
The Great Elder's attitude might matter more than the information itself.
If Red Swallow truly was as terrifying as the legends claimed, this battle would likely be even more dangerous than he had imagined.
But he touched the envelope tucked against his chest and thought of the ordinary people who would soon be caught in the disaster. His steps grew firmer.
Walking ahead, Sage Fukasaku suddenly spoke without looking back. "Jiraiya, when you meet the Great Elder, don't go making bold promises, no matter what you hear. Listen to everything before you decide."
Jiraiya paused, then laughed. "I know, I know. You really do love to worry."
Yet his smile held a