"Haha, just a brat."
Jiraiya ran into an alley, planted his hands on his hips, and couldn't help laughing.
"He thought he could catch me, Lord Jiraiya?"
Just then, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. He whipped around to see the boy walking toward him, and the smile froze on his face.
You've got to be kidding.
He had practically fled at his top speed, yet that Uchiha brat had actually caught up.
Weren't kids these days a little too ridiculous?
When he had been Uchiha Jin's age, he had still been going on missions in a team with Tsunade and Orochimaru.
"Run. Go on, keep running."
Uchiha Jin looked amused. "This wasn't all that serious to begin with, but resisting arrest and fleeing changes things."
Jiraiya: "..."
He took a deep breath, then went right back to running.
He refused to believe that he, one of the illustrious Konoha Sannin, couldn't shake off some brat who hadn't even grown a hair yet.
How could he show his face if word got out?
"Let's see how long you can keep running."
Uchiha Jin hadn't expected Jiraiya to keep choosing to flee even now.
It seemed he had done this sort of thing plenty of times before.
Who knew where he had learned it?
To think someone so powerful had such a shameless habit.
It felt like something was wrong with Konoha's feng shui. There were pitifully few normal people here.
Fortunately, he and his family were fine.
That counted as a silver lining, he supposed.
Half an hour later, it was completely dark.
Konoha had a fairly lively nightlife.
Many people came out to stroll after dinner, and the streets were quite crowded.
Jiraiya hid furtively among the crowd, cautiously looking around.
Surely he won't find me hiding here.
He