Besides, that kid Xuan Zhe had mentioned it to him-of the three children he had taught in the Land of Rain, Konan was now running Amegakure.
Unfortunately, Jiraiya had no idea what exactly had happened to those three.
He was thinking of finding a chance to visit the Land of Rain and see how things were there.
Whenever he thought of Xuan Zhe, Jiraiya couldn't help remembering that business between him and Tsunade.
He had heard the guy had even married a Mizukage as his second wife.
Tsk, wasn't he living a little too comfortably?
"Wh-what is that?!"
"A-a fire?!"
Jiraiya was packing his luggage to leave for the Land of Rain when screams suddenly erupted from the villagers outside the inn.
Startled, he braced both hands on the windowsill and leaned halfway out to look.
"Holy shit?!"
The next instant, the sight gave even him a terrible fright.
At the northern horizon, the clouds-no, the entire sky-were blazing red.
Flames were faintly visible beyond the horizon, and the waves of heat seemed capable of punching through the sky.
"What's going on? A fire?"
"How much land must be burning...?"
"Heavens, just don't let it blow our way."
"Who knows? Hurry up and get ready to run."
The villagers were terrified. They rushed home and rummaged through their belongings, packing up to flee.
Jiraiya stared at that sea of fire, scenes from the Third Shinobi World War surfacing in his mind as he swallowed hard.
That direction... that's the Land of Lightning. It couldn't be...
Gritting his teeth, Jiraiya vaulted out the window and sprinted straight north.
"Hey! You with the white hair! You haven't paid for your meal!"
The owner's furious shout rang out behind him.
He skidded to an embarrassed halt, ran back with a broad smile plastered