Minato Namikaze had lost.
He had lost to Konoha's Most Famous Idiot Shinobi, Bieshu Feifan.
Jiraiya looked at Bieshu Feifan, his worldview taking quite a blow.
In his eyes, Minato Namikaze was also a possible Child of Prophecy.
But today, the genius shinobi he had high hopes for had lost to an idiot.
Even with Bieshu Feifan's enormous chakra reserves, Jiraiya still felt as though he were dreaming.
By then, Bieshu Feifan had already pulled Minato Namikaze up and patted him on the shoulder.
"Junior, managing to exchange a few moves with me was already pretty good.
Don't be discouraged. Losing to me isn't a disgrace. It's an honor."
Minato Namikaze brushed the dirt off himself, finding it hard to believe as well.
"Feifan, you knew about my Flying Thunder God?"
Bieshu Feifan chuckled.
"One of the signature ninjutsu of the naturally kindhearted Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju. Of course I knew.
The moment I heard the name Flying Thunder God, I knew what technique it was."
Seeing Bieshu Feifan's smug expression, Minato Namikaze nodded.
"We did give away our information first.
But Feifan, to think you could be this clever!"
"I've always been clever. I just can't be bothered to play with Konoha's unruly peasants.
But Amen, how did you get started with Flying Thunder God?
Tell me."
Minato Namikaze scratched his head, thought for a moment, and said,
"The most important thing is sensing spatial locations, and then..."
"Stop."
Bieshu Feifan cut Minato Namikaze off.
"First, tell me how you sense spatial locations."
Minato Namikaze was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Huh?
Sensing space means sensing space... space, you know. Follow the description in Flying Thunder God,
and just try sensing it a little, and you can feel it."
Bieshu Feifan fell silent at that.
He had been