"Damn it, where did those two brats come from? They ruined my fun!" Jiraiya cursed, clutching his battered backside.
Damn it all, he must have been unlucky today. He had barely gone out to gather material before running into two little terrors. What a pain. If his own children turned out like that someday, they would be a real headache.
At that thought, Jiraiya stopped dead in his tracks, jolting awake as though startled out of a dying man's dream, and slapped himself.
Wait, am I a glutton for punishment? Why would I get married and have kids for no reason?
Isn't living carefree and doing whatever I please good enough?
Jiraiya smiled and shook his head, as though trying to shake away that lovely vision of a life that wasn't his, then strolled along, whistling.
That precious peace was soon shattered by a discordant voice.
"Naruto, look! It's that creepy, perverted old lecher from earlier!"
The moment Jiraiya heard that familiar voice, his good mood vanished, and all the resentment from his failed attempt to gather material surged back. He glared at Naruto and Boruto, his eyes wide with fury.
"Look, you two little brats, could you show a little... a little respect?"
But when Jiraiya saw the two boys approaching, time seemed to freeze. Their faces reminded him of someone familiar, whose image slowly appeared behind them.
"Minato?"
Naruto and Boruto.
Jiraiya rubbed his eyes. Standing before him were two blond-haired brats.
"Hey, you dirty old man! How could you peep on girls bathing? Aren't you ashamed of yourself at your age?"
The instant Boruto saw Jiraiya, he launched into a relentless tirade. Beside him, Naruto watched with stars in his eyes. He would never normally dare speak to someone like that. To him, Boruto was just too