"Secret medicine?" Ayato fell into thought, then replied, "Teacher, do you mean the kind of secret medicine like Soldier Pills?"
"Mm, something like that. Little Ayato really knows a lot," Jiraiya said with a sigh.
"Mm, I read about them in books at the library. There are also secret medicines like Blood Enhancement Pills."
Jiraiya merely looked at Ayato when he heard that. In truth, he could not quite understand why Ayato worked so hard. It was a time of peace, and no one was forcing him. How had he managed to remain so persistent all this time?
But hard work was certainly a good thing, and Jiraiya did not think it appropriate to ask too much. He nodded and said, "But the secret medicine I mean is not this common kind. It is medicine that can strengthen a person's physical foundation, perfectly suited for someone your age."
Upon hearing that, Ayato stared at Jiraiya expectantly, hoping he would take it out immediately.
Instead, he saw Jiraiya scratch his head. Looking slightly embarrassed under Ayato's gaze, he said, "However, I don't have any of that secret medicine with me."
In an instant, it felt as though Ayato had been doused with a bucket of cold water. His rising enthusiasm was immediately extinguished, and he looked at Jiraiya with questioning eyes.
Though Ayato said nothing, Jiraiya could still read the meaning in his gaze: Then why did you bring it up? You got my hopes up for nothing.
"Heh heh, Little Ayato, while I don't have it here, you will get what you want later. You only need to master the next ninjutsu." Jiraiya showed no embarrassment whatsoever as he spoke. He took out a Scroll, then used it to summon an enormous Scroll.
Ayato's heart skipped a beat. If he