After leaving the hospital, Son Goten didn't return to Ichiraku Ramen. Instead, Jiraiya carried him like a chick to the woods in the hills behind Konoha.
Naruto was already waiting there, running all over the place in excitement.
"All right, quiet!"
Jiraiya stood on a huge rock with his arms folded, putting on the air of a grandmaster.
"Since you both passed the preliminary matches, this next month is crucial."
"Especially for you, Naruto. Your basics are terrible, and your chakra control is a pile of shit."
Naruto was about to argue, but Jiraiya cut him off.
"Today, I'll teach you an ultra-S-rank ninjutsu that can turn the tide of battle-the Summoning Technique!"
Jiraiya bit his finger, formed hand seals, and slapped the ground.
"Ninja Art: Summoning Technique!"
Poof.
The white smoke cleared, revealing a large orange-red toad that had appeared out of thin air. Although smaller than the one that had flattened Ebisu earlier, it was still as tall as a person and held a fork.
"Whoa! So cool!"
Stars shone in Naruto's eyes as he lunged forward to rub the toad's belly.
"So this is the Summoning Technique? Pervy Sage, teach me, teach me!"
Jiraiya smugly rubbed his nose, pulled out a huge scroll, and tossed it to Naruto.
"Use your blood, then put down the fingerprints of whichever hand you write with."
Without another word, Naruto bit his finger and signed his name.
Having finished with Naruto, Jiraiya turned toward Son Goten, who had been sitting on a nearby tree branch yawning the whole time.
"Hey, brat, your turn."
"This is a contract with Mount Myōboku. Countless people would beg for one and never get it."
Son Goten lazily glanced at the toad, then at the scroll, undisguised distaste appearing on his face.
"Not signing."
Jiraiya froze,