Tsunade gritted her teeth in fury, raised her right leg high, and kicked the remaining half of the wooden table to pieces.
Wood chips and broken crockery flew everywhere, striking the Izakaya's walls with a clatter.
She pointed at Son Goten's nose and unleashed a torrent of abuse.
"You little brat, just you wait! Seven days from now, I'll make you wash dishes here for the rest of your life!"
"I'll show you what happens when you cross one of the Sannin!"
Son Goten shrugged indifferently, his gaze still lingering reluctantly on Tsunade's magnificent curves for another two seconds.
"It's a deal, then. Make sure you brush your teeth nice and clean, sis."
"I only like sweet-smelling, deep French kisses."
Meanwhile, on the street outside the Izakaya, a silver-haired young man wearing round glasses stopped in his tracks.
He adjusted the frames on his nose, a cold smile on his face, and silently melted into the bustling crowd.
Early the next morning, a continuous series of bangs rang out in the woods outside Tanzaku Town.
Naruto Uzumaki gripped a water-filled balloon with both hands, painstakingly practicing the first stage of the Rasengan according to the pointers Jiraiya had taught him.
Chakra surged chaotically inside the water balloon, making both his hands vibrate until they went numb.
He was sweating profusely from exhaustion, his clothes soaked through, but he kept complaining.
"That bastard Pervy Sage said he'd teach me! Where's he run off to now?"
"Once I learn this whatever-gan thing, I'm going to beat him up!"
Meanwhile, Jiraiya lay sprawled on a branch of a large tree several hundred meters away.
Holding a pair of high-powered binoculars, he stared intently at the town's public women's bathhouse in the distance, drool dripping down his chin.
"Hehehe, the water in Tanzaku Town