"Dan, my man, I never knew you were into this too!"
Jiraiya stretched out his big feet and, at the young woman's prompting, dipped them into the bucket to test the water.
"You should've said so sooner! Your big brother Jiraiya would've taken you all over the Shinobi World!"
No sooner had Jiraiya finished speaking than he grimaced and lifted his scalded, reddened feet. The young woman apologetically patted his hairy feet.
"Uh..."
Black Zetsu felt rather uncomfortable with Jiraiya's instant familiarity.
But for the sake of Hiruzen Sarutobi's supreme VIP membership card and its included luxury private room service, he endured it.
Hiruzen Sarutobi removed his hat, revealing his face. The young women at the massage parlor took it in stride and even joked with the former Hokage.
Black Zetsu looked at the former Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, lying on the bed beside him, then at Jiraiya of the Konoha Sannin on his other side. Suddenly, his body jolted!
Motherfucker!
The Will of Fire!!
So getting a massage really could turn up information!
If those two let anything slip and I casually fish for a little more, isn't that fucking intelligence?
Isn't this much faster than all that miserable undercover investigation?
I'm a genius!
"Ahem."
Black Zetsu realized his reaction had been a little too big. All five people in the private room were looking at him.
"You're pressing a little too hard, miss..."
Black Zetsu hurriedly found himself an excuse.
The young woman in front of Black Zetsu stared blankly at her hands, which had yet to touch his feet. Are you serious?
"Hahaha, young people need to take better care of themselves. Don't you know the soles have lots of reflex zones connected to your internal organs?"
"Ooh!"
Hiruzen Sarutobi was amused by Black Zetsu's reaction too. He