I, Chiya Rikuto, Am a Compassionate Healer! (Continued)

It's not just Jiraiya.

Tsunade and Shizune, who were standing nearby, were also stunned.

Even Karin, who only had a superficial understanding of Senjutsu, was utterly astonished by Rikuto's amazing transformation. She couldn't help but stare, mesmerized, exclaiming, "So handsome!!"

Looking at Rikuto had instantly activated his Sage Mode.

Jiraiya, somewhat incredulous, couldn't help but swallow hard and looked at Tsunade: "Tsunade, is this real?"

[You ask me? Who am I supposed to ask?]

Completely shocked, Tsunade rolled her eyes, almost swearing out loud.

Looking at Lu Ren, who had changed drastically from before and whose aura seemed to have completely merged with nature, giving people a sense of unfathomable depth, Rikuto's gaze was somewhat dazed.

I must say, this kid looks really cool in this form.

Even someone as mature and experienced as her couldn't help but be somewhat lost in thought.

I can't help but have an urge to date a younger woman.

"Cough cough... 010..."

After a moment, Tsunade came to her senses.

He quickly suppressed the unnatural flutter in his heart.

Rikuto appeared calm and collected on the surface, but anyone with their eyes closed could tell he was secretly quite pleased with himself.

He mastered Sage Mode at the age of eight, and dared to keep it a secret from his teacher for so long.

He suppressed the urge to teach the bad boy a lesson.

She pretended to be unharmed.

With arms crossed and head held high in arrogance, he said, "Hmph, don't you even know whose disciple he is!"

"How about it? Compared to the Fourth, my apprentice isn't so bad, is he?" She said smugly, glancing sideways at Jiraiya, who was lying there speechless.

"I give up, I give up..."

Jiraiya's face turned bright red.

His trump card, which he was so proud of, was something someone else had known since they were eight years old.

I wish I could disappear into the ground.

Extremely embarrassed.

"Forget it, let's take this guy back first!"

Tsunade said.

He glanced at Rikuto.

He was implying that he'd settle the score with him later.

"Let me do it!"

Rikuto exited Sage Mode.

The hair returned to its original state, and the eyeshadow disappeared.

He shrugged and created a Wood Clone.

They didn't care at all whether Jiraiya worsen due to the secondary attack.

Simple and direct, he simply hoisted the other person onto his shoulder.

Do you want him to hold you like you're a king?

Dream on!

Anyway, he himself is medical-nin.

As long as they don't die, they can be cured.

"Ouch... hey kid, be gentle!"

Jiraiya originally somewhat withdrawn.

He couldn't help but grimace in pain.

"That's what you deserve! If it weren't for the fact that you and Sannin were both Sister Tsunade and fought side by side, I would have castrated you, you scoundrel who peeps at people taking baths!"

"..."

Jiraiya dared not speak.

I felt a chill from head to toe, and my scalp tingled.

I instinctively squeezed my legs together; they felt a little chilly.

Back at the hotel.

A room was booked for Jiraiya.

Rikuto, who acted as if he were protecting himself from wolves, personally treated his wounds.

Then, they deliberately wrapped Jiraiya in medical bandages, turning him into a giant rice dumpling.

He was completely immobilized, with only his bruised and swollen face visible.

"Alright, now you can just lie here and relax!"

Mission accomplished, Rikuto clapped his hands.

Looking at Jiraiya, whom he had deliberately tricked and turned into a giant dumpling, he smiled and said, "I've already told the landlady to find an old lady to feed you regularly every day and take care of you when you go to the toilet, etc. Of course, you'll have to pay for the care yourself!"

"Wait, if I pay, could I find a prettier caregiver?"

Jiraiya was busy shouting loudly.

"No, because you need to purify your mind and reduce your desires these days in order to recover better!" Rikuto looked at him without blinking.

Tsunade, Shizune, Karin, who were standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh.

But it didn't mean to speak up for Jiraiya.

This lecherous fellow needs to be taught a profound lesson.

"..."

Staring at the ceiling.

Jiraiya felt utterly hopeless.

He was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth at this brat who was clearly trying to mess with him.

"Oh, by the way, after you recover, remember to give me the money... not much, thirty million taels will do!"

Rikuto felt he had already acted with a very good conscience.

The Vietnamese robin couldn't even kill one Asuma.

"What!?"

Jiraiya almost jumped up.

If he weren't immobilized, he would have pointed his finger at Rikuto and started cursing.

Even if he were to stay in a top-tier VIP ward at Konoha Hospital and be cared for by the most beautiful nurses, the cost of his injury wouldn't exceed 100,000 taels.

Not to mention his status as Sannin, he could treat the hospital like his home and stay there for free.

Ugh, ugh, ugh, I'm so angry I'm going crazy.

That place isn't suitable for permanent residence.

Jiraiya glanced at Tsunade, Jiraiya, and his lips twitched.

He was filled with regret, wondering why he had to come all the way to the Land of Hot Water to gather materials.

He glared at Rikuto and said angrily, "Kid, aren't you being a bit too ruthless? I'm one of our own, after all!"

"You're not satisfied?"

Rikuto glanced at Jiraiya: "Considering you were once Sister Tsunade's teammate, I've already given you a 50% discount!"

"Besides, I remember you said you were a well-known bestselling author in the Shinobi World, so your royalties should be quite generous. You can't possibly be broke. I think I've been very reasonable with my fees!"

"Even if you have a conscience, it's still black!"

Jiraiya rolled his eyes in exasperation...

He simply gave up, declaring defiantly, "I have no money, but you can take my life!"

As a bestselling author, he has signed contracts with publishers and receives a substantial royalty income every year.

In addition, when he traveled through the Shinobi World, some merchants and nobles often recognized his identity and asked him to help them solve some troubles, for which they paid him quite a lot.

Although he, Jiraiya, Jiraiya and unrestrained person.

They frequently spend money lavishly in places like bars and boutiques.

But compared to that, it's much faster to make money.

They have indeed accumulated a considerable amount of savings over the years.

But even if you have money, it doesn't just fall from the sky.

Why should we be foolish enough to be ripped off?

"Really? You said it yourself..."

Rikuto smiled.

Jiraiya felt a tightness in his chest, a strange unease creeping over him.

"By the way, how much was your bounty on the black market again?"

Rikuto said.

He somehow produced a small booklet.

He started flipping through them. "Let me see, one, two, three..."

He found it on a wandering ninja he had taken down two years ago while traveling, after dealing with him.

The above is a list of people for whom bounties are offered in the black market.

It includes renowned ninjas and even missing-nin from various ninja villages, as well as high-ranking officials, elites, and political figures from various countries.

Even Tsunade, the medical genius, was no exception.

Jiraiya of the legendary Sannin, was naturally among them.

"Tsk tsk, nine figures! No wonder he's one of the legendary Sannin... I remember Asuma Sarutobi, Twelve Guardian Ninja of the Land of Fire, only earned thirty-five million ryo!"

Rikuto flipped through the bounty booklet.

His gaze was fixed intently on Jiraiya.

2.5

It was as if the giant rice dumpling lying there wasn't a person, but a mountain of gold.

"..."

Jiraiya's eyelids twitched violently.

Looking at Tsunade, who seemed completely unfazed, gazing at the distant scenery, her attitude spoke Tsunade.

His face was contorted with grief, and he gritted his teeth. "No way, you win, I'll give it to you!!!"

"I knew it! We, the doctors of Chiya Rikuto, are compassionate and act entirely according to our conscience, winning people over with virtue. Our prices can't possibly be unfair!"

"..."

Upon hearing this...

Jiraiya was stunned.

A doctor with a benevolent heart? More like a heartless one!

Jiraiya couldn't help but say to Tsunade, who was smiling beside him, "Tsunade, you've really taken on a 'good disciple'!"