"Want to know who I am? Hahaha, good question!"
Jiraiya took a deep breath, waved his hands like a clown, struck an exaggerated pose, and loudly introduced himself:
"I am Mount Myōboku's toad spirit, Immortal Su Daoist, commonly known as the Toad Sage, making my grand entrance! Heh heh heh heh..."
Little Naruto gaped. "A... sage? You?"
Wasn't this guy just a complete idiot...?
It was the first time little Naruto had met anyone more over-the-top than himself.
"That's right! I'm a sage! Kid, stop eating this stuff. I'll take you out for something good!"
"Really?"
"Yep! Ichiraku Ramen! Eat as much as you want, until you're full!"
At the mention of Ichiraku Ramen, little Naruto's eyes instantly turned into hearts. "You said it! No taking it back!"
"Hehe, if I went back on a promise to a kid, I wouldn't deserve to be a sage. Turn off the kettle. Let's go!"
Jiraiya was brimming with confidence. Clearly, he had no idea how much little Naruto could eat, nor how severely little Naruto would slim down his wallet before long...
Half an hour later, at the Ichiraku Ramen Shop.
Little Naruto sat on a chair, furiously wolfing down noodles.
"Whew! Mister, another bowl!"
That was already his tenth bowl...
From the looks of it, little Naruto had absolutely no intention of stopping. He looked ready to eat all day.
Jiraiya turned sideways, checked the wallet in his pocket, then checked the time, his face full of worry. He had no intention of spending all his energy and money here.
"Huh? Why aren't you eating?"
"Ahem..." Jiraiya gave an awkward little cough. "I'm not as greedy as you. Hey, kid, how about we leave after this bowl? I'll take you to the hot springs. As men, we should bare ourselves