"Summoning Jutsu!"
Jiraiya bit his thumb, smeared the blood across his palm, and slammed it into the ground.
"Gamabunta!!"
With a thunderous boom, a massive red toad—short blade strapped to his waist, pipe clenched in his mouth—burst from a cloud of white smoke.
RUMBLE…!
Gamabunta's colossal body slammed onto the earth, shaking the entire district. Inside the women's bathhouse, dozens of women screamed and bolted outside in panic.
The moment they saw a mountain-sized toad, they shrieked even louder—bath towels slipping, arms desperately hugging their chests as they sprinted for dear life.
The accidental "flash of spring scenery" made Jiraiya, standing proudly on Gamabunta's head, immediately get a nosebleed.
Hidan stared, utterly deadpan.
(…Is this dude really trying to take back a camera? Bro, you just summoned a giant toad to make the girls run OUTSIDE so you can look at them.)
He glanced up again at Jiraiya's pervy grin and sighed internally.
Yep. This bastard definitely didn't summon Gamabunta for a "mission." He did it for the fan service.
"No helping this guy." Hidan rubbed his forehead. Sure, he wouldn't actually harm innocent civilians, but Jiraiya's obsession with "female anatomy research" was clearly a sickness.
Standing on Gamabunta's head, Jiraiya finally snapped back to reality. He glanced down—only to see Hidan staring at him like he had "YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE" stamped across his forehead.
Jiraiya's face darkened instantly. The proud aura of a Legendary Sannin vanished the moment he realized—
Hidan had recorded all of it.
"You little… GREMLIN!!!" Jiraiya's hair puffed up. This brat was relentless. Every time he slipped, Hidan captured it like it was National Geographic.
And judging by the smug little smile on Hidan's face? Zero fear. None. The kid was enjoying every second of this.
"This brat is my natural enemy," Jiraiya muttered, jaw tight. If he tried to bully him here, in Konoha of all places, and people found out that Jiraiya—one of the Legendary Three—beat up a child on his first day back?
His reputation would explode. In the bad way.
"How about you come down here and talk like a normal person!?" Hidan shouted from the ground. Gamabunta was too damn tall; if he didn't shout, Jiraiya probably couldn't hear anything.
With a depressed groan—and a stomp of irritation from Gamabunta—Jiraiya dismissed the summoning.
Poof!
Gamabunta vanished, returning home with a favorability rating of –100.
(That brat summons me for two seconds, then sends me back? Do I look like a toy to him!? I'm telling Mom and Dad.)
Jiraiya walked toward Hidan, rubbing his temples.
"Alright, kid. What do you want? I'll tell you now—I've spent all my money traveling. I'm broke."
Hidan watched him approach, eyes glittering with amusement. Of course Jiraiya wasn't going to "negotiate." He clearly planned to get close and grab him the moment he could.
And now that the civilians were scared away, Jiraiya didn't have to worry about collateral damage.
Perfect for him to try something.
So Hidan didn't respond.
If he gave Jiraiya even a sliver of control, the man would absolutely flip the table. A Legendary Sannin, blackmailed by a teenager? That was the kind of humiliation that would send even Jiraiya into a spiral.
Sure enough, when Jiraiya was within ten meters, he attacked—
"Wild Lion's Mane Technique!!"
Jiraiya's white hair instantly shot forward like a barrage of razor-sharp tendrils, stretching and multiplying as they lunged at Hidan.
Jiraiya smirked.
(Too easy. Once I restrain him, I'll use a little sealing technique—let the brat learn what it means to respect his elders!)
But the next moment, the smile froze.
Because Hidan didn't panic. Didn't dodge. Didn't even twitch.
He just stood there.
Completely calm.
As if Jiraiya's ninjutsu was nothing.
And unfortunately for Jiraiya… for someone with Kamui, most ninjutsu really were nothing.
You can't hurt what you can't touch.
The white hair whipped across Hidan's body—only to phase right through him, grasping nothing but empty air. It felt like punching fog.
A powerful technique.
Zero effect.
"Damn Uchiha brat!" Jiraiya yelled, instantly recognizing the effect of Kamui. He'd heard all about the silver-haired boy from Hiruzen.
Hidan's eyebrow twitched.
Little brat?
Again!?
He was glorious, elegant, stylish, handsome, terrifying—
AND THIS OLD MAN STILL CALLED HIM A BRAT!?
Hidan's irritation spiked.
And when he was irritated, someone suffered.
"Chidori."
A thousand shrieking birds echoed across the street. Scarlet lightning surged across Hidan's right hand.
In one motion, he grabbed hold of Jiraiya's hair—
ZZZZZZTT—!!
"GYAAAA—!!"
Jiraiya shook violently, body spasming like he had stuck a fork into an electrical outlet. Smoke rose from his clothes, his white hair blackening, curling, and then burning away into ash.
Hidan calmly increased the output.
ZZZTTT…!
Jiraiya twitched harder, green smoke trailing from his mouth.
"P-Please—stop—!!"
Hidan let go.
Jiraiya collapsed to the ground.
Pooof…
A sad little smoke ring floated out of his mouth.
His once glorious mane?
Gone.
Completely incinerated.
Shiny bald head glimmering like a polished marble.
Jiraiya wanted to cry.
(Why… why did I just want to take back one picture…?)
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