"You little brat who wouldn't know a good thing if it bit him! Get back here!"
Jiraiya had barely scampered any distance before the suspicious redheaded man grabbed him and hauled him back. He screamed in fright, but the old man clamped a hand over his mouth.
The redheaded old man bristled with rage, his face flushing red before turning blue. It wasn't just Jiraiya-he was at his wits' end with every child in Konoha.
Why were all these kids so crafty? Why was it so hard to fool even a child these days?
No, he had to find out why!
The moment the old man loosened his hand, Jiraiya struggled and shouted:
"Let me go, you old fraud!"
Though the old man held little Jiraiya dangling in the air by his collar, he still struggled desperately, spouting some very foul curses.
The redheaded old man lost his temper too. He glared, utterly indignant:
"You little punk, tell me what makes me a fraud!"
"You're asking for money!"
Jiraiya glared at him angrily, but the old man gave a disdainful smile:
"Young man, how could anything you get for free be any good?"
"My goods might be expensive, but they're absolutely worth every penny."
Jiraiya's eyes widened. His little head spun at the argument, and he muttered inwardly:
This old man actually sounds like he has a point!
"Old fraud, didn't you say I had an extraordinary physique?"
Jiraiya's eyes darted around, and he challenged him, still unwilling to give in:
"Then tell me what's so extraordinary about me!"
The redheaded old man looked Jiraiya up and down until his scrutiny made the boy's skin crawl.
Then the old man nodded solemnly and declared with an utterly righteous expression:
"Look at you! Beneath your hair are your eyebrows, beneath your