Jiraiya held a dozen or so volumes of "Oniichichi," so excited he couldn't stop grinning.
They still had color illustrations, with the same art style and writing.
After drooling for several minutes, Jiraiya suddenly came to his senses and looked at Bieshu Feifan, whose face was full of disgust.
"Wait, why do you have books like these?
What's your relationship with Hatake Kakanan?"
Bieshu Feifan spread his hands.
"Hatake Kakanan? Who's that?
These books are all the work of a reclusive master.
They're very hard to buy.
I've searched for years and only just collected these, and now you get to benefit."
Jiraiya looked Bieshu Feifan over carefully.
This guy was really lucky to have managed to buy such excellent works.
"True, I've been searching for years too, and there's nothing like them on the market.
But Bieshu Feifan, do you know this author's name?"
Bieshu Feifan thought for a moment.
"Maybe some of the inspiration came from Kato Taka."
"Kato Taka?"
Jiraiya frowned.
"Someone from Tsunade's boyfriend's family?
Doesn't sound all that respectable either.
Luckily..."
At this point, Jiraiya suddenly realized that sounded inappropriate and hastily changed tack.
"Bieshu Feifan, I agree to teach you Senjutsu.
But first, I need to see how strong you are.
If you're not strong enough, learning Senjutsu means death.
Since I've taken your 'Oniichichi,' I don't want you dying just like that."
Something about those words made Bieshu Feifan uncomfortable.
"It's your 'Oniichichi.'"
Jiraiya chuckled.
"That's right, it's mine now.
Come on, let's go outside and practice.
But kid, at your age, I'll be honest with you. You'll need to wait at least another four or five years.
You haven't even finished growing, and you want to learn Senjutsu!
Let me tell you, you need enough chakra to learn Senjutsu.
Otherwise, you'll die