This Burden Is Too Heavy—I Won't Carry It! [Please Send Flowers and Bookmark~]

But that wasn't any of his business. Though the teacher found it bizarre, he pretended not to know and continued the lesson as usual. As for whether kids barely a few years old were falling in love, he was already used to it.

The teacher was lecturing, but none of the students below had any mind to listen. Even Orochimaru was no exception. Jiraiya, who usually loved sleeping, had his eyes wide open as he stared at Hikaru and Tsunade in astonishment.

Here we go again. Hikaru smiled bitterly to himself. He didn't even know what Tsunade wanted. The teacher was teaching—if she didn't want to listen, she didn't have to keep staring at him, did she? Did he have flowers growing on his face? Sure, he was handsome, but she didn't need to be so blatant about it.

The atmosphere grew increasingly strange. Finally, the teacher noticed and had no choice but to stop. "Tsunade, the teacher doesn't object, but could you attend class first?"

"..."

"HAHAHA..."

The classroom was silent. A few seconds later, prompted by Jiraiya and his panda eyes, everyone except Hikaru, Orochimaru, and the furious Tsunade burst out laughing. It was just too funny.

"Alright, everyone quiet down. Stop laughing. Let's continue the lesson." The teacher clapped his hands, signaling everyone to settle down.

At that moment, Tsunade wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and crawl into it. Hikaru's mouth twitched imperceptibly. He felt that he should apply for early graduation sooner rather than later. If this continued, the Senju Clan would probably want to butcher him.

The charge of hooking up with the Senju Clan's Little Princess was no small matter. Ordinary people couldn't bear that burden. It would have been fine if Tsunade had grown up, but she was still just a little kid—that was where the problem lay. Not to mention that Hikaru was from the Uchiha Clan.

"Hikaru, wait for me!!!"

Jiraiya was the type to forget the pain once his wounds healed. Look, the injuries on his face had only just recovered, yet he was already courting death by provoking Tsunade again. After all, among the entire class, Jiraiya was the one Tsunade had beaten up the most.

Other children would become somewhat afraid of Tsunade after being beaten by her once. Only Jiraiya forgot the pain as soon as his wounds healed.

"Something wrong?!"

Hikaru didn't stop walking and continued toward the Training Ground, only slowing down slightly. He bore no ill will toward Jiraiya. It was just that the things this guy did left people speechless—and made them want to laugh and cry at the same time.

In truth, Hikaru really couldn't understand why five-year-old Jiraiya would sneak into the women's bathhouse to watch women bathe. What exactly was he after?

"Haha, nothing. Where are you going?"

Jiraiya laughed awkwardly. He was the sort who acted familiar with anyone, always grinning as he sidled up to people regardless of who they were. He meant no harm, but his mouth often spouted nonsense, so he got beaten up plenty.

Sometimes, even if you were overly enthusiastic about making friends, others might not appreciate it.

Hikaru answered frankly, "The Training Ground. To train."

"Ooooooh~"

The moment he heard the word training, Jiraiya immediately lost interest. Don't be fooled by the fact that the future Jiraiya would achieve no less than Orochimaru and Tsunade, even surpassing them in certain areas. At present, Jiraiya was still just a mischievous brat who hated training more than anything.

Of course, that didn't mean Jiraiya was lazy. In truth, he simply didn't want to do it. This would continue until after graduation, when he, Tsunade, and Orochimaru were assigned to the same team.

In fact, Tsunade was the laziest of the three!! The most diligent, on the contrary, was Jiraiya. "Diligence can make up for inadequacy" was the perfect phrase to describe Jiraiya and the later indomitable Naruto.

They had the same carefree personality, the same love for causing trouble, and the same lecherous nature.

Among the three, Orochimaru had always been the one shrouded in the aura of genius. He had always worked hard, always been strong, far surpassing children his age. Tsunade was the same, always carrying herself high above others.

Only Jiraiya looked like the dumbest and least reliable one.

But when someone with his carefree personality suffered a blow to the heart and truly resolved to work hard, it was terrifying.

Orochimaru's mind was too cluttered, and Tsunade was too half-hearted. Only when Jiraiya set his mind to working hard could he be more fierce than anyone else. Failure after failure would never knock him down.

Hikaru valued that about him. No matter how unreliable or carefree he was, he was still better than Orochimaru, who was cold and emotionless like a cold-blooded animal.

"Together?!"

Hikaru asked. Jiraiya looked troubled. In truth, he wanted to go play, but since Hikaru had invited him, Jiraiya found it hard to refuse. After thinking it over, he decided to go to the Training Ground with him after all.

He nodded vigorously. "Together, together. Haha, I haven't trained in ages."

Watching Jiraiya stride ahead with his legs splayed and laugh loudly, Hikaru sighed. He raised one hand to cover his eyes, then lifted the other and pointed toward the Training Ground, saying speechlessly, "Idiot, the Training Ground is this way. That way is the bathhouse!!!"

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