Chapter 112

Reflecting on such an interesting topic, I retrieved my already cleaned clothes and put them on, heading out onto the street. And now it's time to go home, especially since lunchtime is approaching. The responsible clone probably already has something prepared. However, my plans didn't take into account one circumstance — the groaning figure of Jiraiya lying on the ground.

For a brief moment, I even felt a twinge of guilt for his condition. And as a man to a man, I sympathized, even if he hadn't found himself in such a situation. After all, we're all lustful perverts inside, but only some know how to fully control their urges. This particular specimen, on the other hand, releases them at any convenient opportunity.

Sighing, I sat down next to the frog hermit and began treating his bruises and contusions. It didn't seem like he would be able to make it to the hospital on his own. But the resilience of high-level shinobi was once again confirmed — despite even chakra-reinforced kicks, as evidenced by the marks, Jiraiya got off very lightly.

Not a single fracture or cracked bone! That's the power of a strong and developed chakra system. Of course, I had noticed it in myself, but an ordinary shinobi lacks the genes and endurance of an Uzumaki.

"Now, feeling better?" I asked the groaning pervert, finishing up erasing the traces of female anger.

"Yes, thank you," Jiraiya said with a grunt as he stood up, casting a malicious glance in my direction, "although it's your fault I ended up in such a situation!"

"Pfft, as if I was the one making a scene for the whole street," I shrugged, "even a deaf person would've heard."

"In any case, my name is J—"

"I know," I interrupted him, "Jiraiya, the frog hermit, student of Hiruzen Sarutobi, and no less of a pervert than the teacher."

"I'm a bigger pervert," he proudly declared, but quickly deflated when the full meaning of my words sank in, "hey, so you know me!"

"Exactly," I smirked in response, "and I pretended not to just for fun."

"No respect for elders at all!" the hermit pouted for a moment but then broke into a lecherous grin. "But the great Jiraiya isn't one to hold a grudge and forgives you. My mission is to bring the light of knowledge to the younger generation, and I'll initiate you into all the secrets of the female body, oh my young friend!"

"Are you setting yourself up for another lecture?" I skeptically glanced at the fence.

"Yes, we should probably move to another place," the Sannin nodded, and in the next moment, he was beside me, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Shunshin!"

Whoosh!

A fleeting sensation, and we were standing on one of the hills near the river flowing through Konoha.

"That was fast!" I felt the effects of this jutsu for the first time.

"And how! All jonin are obligated to know and perform shunshin over long distances without any problems! I, the great Jiraiya, am much stronger than even high-ranking ordinary shinobi!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I waved my hand as if swatting away a fly, "what did you want?"

The Sannin squinted cunningly.

"Seeing you next to the princess for the first time, I realized I was seeing a kindred spirit," a wide lecherous smile spread across his face in an instant, "except you're hiding it, unlike me!"

"The fisherman sees the fisherman from afar!" I grinned. "Caught me, I admit. But if you hadn't barged into the room later, you wouldn't have ruined my first chance to feel Tsunade's chest, so the incidents at the hot spring can be considered payback."

Of course, that's not the whole truth, but it's better to end up on friendly terms with the pervert, especially since he hasn't gone through two world shinobi wars and is much more inclined to fool around in his free time.

"Tsk, and I still haven't felt those divine breasts," the hermit's spirits fell a bit, but he perked up immediately, "but I've seen them in their pristine form, unlike you, kid!"

"Maybe you have a photograph?" I looked at him with interest.

"I'm the great Jiraiya, I have everything, including such a photo!" the frog hermit proudly declared, his eyes gleaming.

For a moment, I thought he had a halo above his head, but I chalked it up to a vivid imagination. I have to admit, just the thought of experiencing Senju in all her natural glory was very exciting. Show me someone who would refuse such an opportunity to peek!

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