That dirty old man Jiraiya was sprawled on the roof of the women's bathhouse, scribbling and sketching in a notebook with a sleazy look on his face, completely unaware that his so-called "final disciple" behind him had long since disappeared.
To Son Goten, peeping might be exciting, but how could it compare to spending time with his wife?
Besides, apart from concealing his presence, everything that old man taught him was a bunch of cheap tricks.
Carrying a fruit basket, Son Goten swaggered into Konoha Hospital.
The basket was filled with apples and bananas he had just "carefully selected" at the market. Naturally, he had put the bill on Jiraiya's tab.
He made his way with practiced ease to the private ward on the third floor.
He pushed open the door, and a faint smell of disinfectant greeted him.
Inside the room, besides Hinata lying in bed, there was a beautiful Jonin wearing a tight red outfit, with a head of wavy hair.
Kurenai Yuhi sat beside the bed, holding a damp towel and carefully wiping Hinata's forehead.
At the sound of the door opening, both of them turned their heads.
"Goten..."
The moment she saw Son Goten, Hinata's pale little face flushed, and her hands instinctively tightened around the bedsheet.
Kurenai set down the towel and looked at the uninvited brat with a somewhat complicated gaze.
"This is a hospital room. Keep quiet."
Kurenai lowered her voice, adopting the air of a strict teacher.
"I know. That's why I brought a get-well gift."
Grinning, Son Goten set the fruit basket on the table, made himself completely at home, and plopped straight into the chair beside the bed, squeezing Kurenai aside a little in the process.
"How are you feeling? Does it still hurt where that bastard hit you?"
Son