Don't you dare leave!
Jiraiya trudged through the underground canal of Amegakure, his footsteps echoing softly against the damp walls. The absence of the patrolling guards puzzled him, as he had expected to encounter them during his mission. Weariness settled upon him, weighing down his steps, as he contemplated the purpose of his assignment from the Hokage.
"The intricacy of this Amegakure waterway system is truly remarkable," Jiraiya mused to himself, marveling at the design. He treaded cautiously, mindful of his surroundings and avoiding unnecessary noise. His curiosity piqued, he wondered who could have been the mastermind behind such a complex network.
As he followed the winding path of the canal, Jiraiya encountered an unexpected obstacle—a dead end. Frustration welled up inside him momentarily, but he quickly turned on his heels and retraced his steps, determined to find an alternative route.
Inadvertently, his foot collided with a concealed stone, triggering a mechanism that revealed a hidden passageway ahead. Jiraiya couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at his accidental discovery, convinced that his stumble had masked his true intentions from any potential observers. He rubbed his nose, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
Venturing into the newfound dark passage, Jiraiya extended a hand, lightly grazing the wall to guide his way through the inky blackness. Step by step, he advanced cautiously, his senses heightened. After what felt like an eternity, a glimmer of light flickered in the distance, beckoning him forward. He quickened his pace, sensing that the source of the light might hold clues to the ongoing activities within Amegakure.
As Jiraiya emerged from the darkness, he found himself kneeling on the ground, a mixture of disbelief and disappointment washing over him. The sight that unfolded before his eyes shattered his hopes and overshadowed all his sacrifices and efforts. The pouring rain cascaded relentlessly, and beyond it stood Amegakure, he is outside the village, the hidden wall in the canal is just a hidden exit of Amekagure.
With a heavy sigh, Jiraiya acknowledged his exhaustion, the fatigue hitting him like a powerful wave. His previously exuberant demeanor had waned, replaced by a weariness that permeated his entire being. Recognizing the need for rest and regrouping, he decided to return to the orphanage for the day, planning to resume his exploration of the waterways on the morrow.
Meanwhile, Fukushu sat calmly in Magina's office, deep in thought. Hours had passed, and he assumed Jiraiya had already returned to Konoha. Although he contemplated traveling to the Hidden Leaf Village himself, Fukushu reasoned that the timing wasn't ideal, given the presence of formidable shinobi like Sakumo Hatake.
Lost in his ruminations, Fukushu's head throbbed from the mental strain. He couldn't help but question whether his actions had been a mistake and whether his true identity as a member of the Uzumaki clan had been betrayed by his own expressions and demeanor.
In the silence that enveloped the usually lively orphanage, Jiraiya arrived, sensing an unusual calmness hanging in the air. Though wariness filled his heart, he pressed on toward the orphanage, determined to investigate and ensure that nothing untoward had befallen the people who had shown him kindness during his stay.
As he stepped into the vicinity, the gazes of the people there met him with shock. However, their smiles seemed to mask an underlying concern. Curiosity burned within Jiraiya as he questioned the scene he encountered.
"What has happened here? Why is everyone gathered inside?" Jiraiya inquired, confusion etching his face.
"Fukushu-sama said there are someone who infiltrated th-,before the child could finish his words an elder swiftly covered the youngster's mouth, stifling the words that were about to be said. Jiraiya's expression contorted with a mix of worry and urgency, and he instinctively turned to flee, sensing the gravity of the situation.
"Don't you dare leave!" Fukushu's voice rang out, his words laced with determination as he chased after Jiraiya, desperate to prevent his escape.
Jiraiya's heart pounded in his chest as he sprinted away, fully aware that he was at a disadvantage, with the entire village potentially hunting him down. He reached the outskirts of Amegakure, gasping for breath, and scanned his surroundings, relieved to find no immediate pursuers. However, his respite was short-lived as a glowing lightning ball suddenly materialized before his eyes, casting an eerie glow upon the scene.