100: Chapter 100: The Final Chapter of the Tale of Heroes and the Closing of the NetThe rain is still falling.
It felt like an iron nail hitting my face, and it hurt terribly.
Jiraiya wanted to cough, but his throat was full of blood and froth.
He tried to raise his left hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but felt a hollow chill on his shoulder.
Oh, right.
My left hand is gone.
It was just torn apart by that Asura Path.
"Cough.cough."
He tried to speak, but his throat emitted a hissing sound like a broken bellows.
That puppet-like guy just crushed his vocal cords.
He leaned against the broken stone wall, his vision somewhat blurred.
There were six people standing in front of me.
Six identical Rinnegan eyes stood high above, like six insurmountable mountains.
"Jiraiya-sensei".
Standing in the middle, Pain spoke, his voice as cold as the pouring rain, "You are too arrogant."
Do you think you alone can uncover the true face of God?
puff!
A black metal rod pierced through Jiraiya's right shoulder, pinning him firmly to the ground.
Then came the second one, and the third one.
Puff!Puff!Puff!
Thighs, abdomen, ribs.
Five black rods, like nails on a tombstone, firmly sealed this legendary "Sannin" to the cold stone slab.
Chakra was blocked.
The body is unable to move.
Is this.what death feels like?
Jiraiya struggled to open his swollen eyelids and looked at the gray sky.
I'm so unwilling to accept this.
He was clearly the guide prophesied by the Great Toad Sage, yet he couldn't even see the true face of his disciple and was about to die here like a drowning dog.
"Little Jiraiya."
On his shoulder, Fukasaku was still gripping his clothes tightly, his voice trembling, "Don't move, your heart will stop."
heart?
It should have stopped a long time ago.
Jiraiya's consciousness began to dissipate.
It turns out that something like a revolving lantern really exists.
He saw himself as that fool who always peeked into the women's bathhouse, he saw Orochimaru's gloomy back, and he saw Tsunade's gambling table that she could never win.
besides...
That blond brat.
That silly apprentice who was holding an ice pop and wanted to share half with him in the woods.
"Never give up, that is my ninja way!"
That kid's voice exploded in my head.
Jiraiya's finger twitched.
That was the only part of him that he could still move.
It can't end here.
At the very least.we need to get the intelligence out.
"Father of the child!" Fukasaku Senjin felt something strange on his back.
Jiraiya concentrated his chakra at his fingertips.
A faint flame of chakra ignited at his fingertips.
He carved words on the back of the immortal.
The smell of burnt flesh mixed with the stench of blood filled my nostrils.
Even when his consciousness was blurred and his pain receptors were numb, his fingers remained as steady as if he were writing a manuscript for a pornographic novel.
9, 31, 8, 106, 7, 207, 15.
Every number represents the truth, earned with lives.
What is he doing?
Payne noticed something amiss.
The Asura Path's arm instantly deformed, revealing a dark, gaping cannon muzzle.
"Go to hell."
boom--!
The missile trailed a fiery exhaust, tearing through the rain.
In that very instant.
Jiraiya's eyes widened in a final burst of light, as if in a final burst of energy before death.His already cloudy eyes shone with a last glimmer of light.
Go!
He used up the last bit of chakra in his body, not for defense, nor for attack.
Instead, he puffed out his cheeks and blew a breath onto Fukasaku the hermit.
Wind Release.
The tiny toad was launched like a cannonball and disappeared into the vast rainy night.
The stone pillar where Jiraiya was located was hit by a missile.
Rock fragments flew everywhere.
The blast wave overturned everything.
Jiraiya's body, like a withered leaf, fell into the bottomless lake below.
thump.
The water splashed up, but disappeared in an instant.
Cold.
A bone-chilling cold instantly enveloped my entire body.
My body is sinking.
The blood spread in the water, resembling red smoke.
Jiraiya watched the light recede further and further away above.
Is this the end?
The frog at the bottom of the well eventually died in the well, never getting to swim in the ocean.
"Tsunade."
"That guy's really lucky, he won the bet again."
"Sorry, I can't go back and have that drink with you."
"And Naruto."
"The child of prophecy.I'm probably not the one."
"The rest.is up to you."
Consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.
Leaf.
In the dimly lit room, only the faint blue light emanating from the system panel could be seen.
Naruto sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a bucket of freshly made ramen in his hands.
But he didn't eat a single bite.
Those deep blue eyes were fixed on the data bars on the panel.
It was a curve that was so red it looked black.
[Target: Jiraiya]
Current Status: Near Death (Vast Vital Signs)
Despair Level: 98%
[Regret Level: MAX!]
[Strong emotional fluctuations detected: regret for an unfinished mission, and attachment to bonds.]
The numbers are still changing.
"It's 99% complete."
Naruto put down the instant noodle cup, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"This is when it tastes the best."
If you intervene at the very beginning of a battle, that's called helping.
If you step in when you're outmatched, that's called a rescue.
Only when the other person thinks they are doomed, and after reflecting on their life, having brewed all their regrets and despair to the extreme.
That hand extended at that moment is truly a miracle.
That is what we call the shackles of faith.
"system."
Naruto stood up and patted the wrinkles on his pants.
"Activate that spell."
[Confirm command.]
[Emotional Points Consumed: 200,000]
[Activation Spell: Forced Reverse Spirit Summoning - Forbidden.]
Naruto raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and grabbed hard at the void.
The kunai given to Jiraiya was not the coordinates for the Flying Thunder God Technique at all.
Flying Thunder God is for sending people to the past.
And this technique.
It was taking back what belonged to him by force.
"Since you've taken my kunai, I'll definitely protect your life."
"The lustful immortal."
Rain-Hidden Village.
Underwater.
Pain, standing on the water's surface, used his Rinnegan to penetrate the water and search for Jiraiya's corpse.
"Death must be confirmed."
"That's a teacher, with a tenacious vitality like a cockroach."
He saw it.
That figure is slowly sinking.
Just as Payne was about to deliver the final blow and completely pulverize the corpse.
Buzz—!
A strange wave erupted from the bottom of the water.
It's not the flow of chakra.
Rather, it is a distortion of space.
It's like someone has forcibly cut a piece out of a peaceful scene.
The space around Jiraiya shattered like a mirror, and a black vortex instantly engulfed him.
"What?"
Even Payne, who was always expressionless, couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his face at this moment.
Disappeared?
There was no sign of hand seals being formed.
There was also no smoke from summoned beasts.
Just vanished into thin air like that?
"Is that a space-time ninjutsu?" Konan landed next to Pain, her paper wings folding up.
"Could it be.that masked man?"
Payne was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the tower.
"No."
"This chakra feeling.is even more domineering."
"Check it out."
"I want to see him alive or dead."
Under the leaves.
This is a safe house that is not on the map.
The walls were covered with sealing talismans, which isolated all chakra perception.
In the center of the room stood a cold operating table.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle.
The air twisted, and electric arcs leaped.
Bang!
The sound of a heavy object falling.
Covered in blood, with a severed arm and five black rods stuck in his body, Jiraiya slammed heavily onto the operating table.
Blood instantly stained the white sheets red.
He looked like rotten meat pulled out of hell, his chest barely rising and falling.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Naruto walked to the operating table and reached out to fiddle with the black rod inserted into Jiraiya's ribs.
"That's terrible."
"Is this still the same majestic Sannin?"
Although he made sarcastic remarks, his hands moved with astonishing speed.
Reversal technique, activated!
Naruto's hands glowed with a peaceful golden light.
It's not the gentle green of medical ninjutsu.
Instead, it carries a domineering power of "denying harm".
puff!
Naruto pulled out the first black rod with his bare hands.
Before the blood could even gush out, it was forcibly suppressed by the golden light.
The muscle tissue is pulsating, and the blood vessels are reconnecting.
"Well..."
The excruciating pain stimulated his nerves, and Jiraiya, who was already on the verge of death, suddenly convulsed.
He struggled to open his eyelids.
Before my eyes was a blurry halo.
Is it heaven?
Or hell?
As the halo faded, a face became clear.
He had golden hair and a six-stripe beard, and he was looking at him with a smile.
"Naruto.Naruto?"
Jiraiya's consciousness was somewhat confused.
Could it be that this kid is dead too?
"Oh, you're awake?You lecherous immortal!"
As Naruto spoke, he placed his hand on the wound on Jiraiya's severed left arm.
The golden light flourishes.
The cracking sound of bones growing is so loud it makes your teeth ache.
Granulation tissues intertwined wildly, covering the skin.
In just a few seconds.
A brand new arm grew out.
Aside from her skin being a little unnaturally white, she looks exactly the same as the original.
"this..."
Jiraiya's eyes widened, and he tried to speak, but found that he still couldn't make a sound.
Naruto extended his finger and gently tapped his Adam's apple.
Click.
The shattered cartilage was put back in place, and the vocal cords were repaired.
"Don't move around."
Naruto leaned down and whispered in Jiraiya's ear, his voice as gentle as if he were coaxing a child.
"This is a technique only gods can use.That's how Gaara, the Kazekage, was resurrected."
"If Granny Tsunade found out, she would probably dissect me on the spot."
Jiraiya gasped for breath, greedily inhaling the blood-scented air.
The pain is subsiding.
Power is returning.
He looked at his newly grown left hand, then at Naruto, who was casually tossing the blood-stained black rod into the trash can.
That sense of unease welled up in my heart again.
This is not medical ninjutsu at all.
This is practically reversing cause and effect.
"Why." Jiraiya's voice was hoarse, "Why am I here?I clearly."
"He clearly died in Amegakure?"
Naruto picked up a towel and wiped the blood off his hands.
He turned around, leaning against the operating table, and the honest smile on his face disappeared.
Instead.
It is a kind of indifference that comes from having control over everything.
"You lecherous sage, you don't actually think that the kunai I gave you was just a protective charm, do you?"
Jiraiya reached into his robes.
That kunai is still there.
The spell pattern on it has turned gray.
"Forced reverse summoning…" Jiraiya muttered to himself.As a master of sealing techniques, he understood the failed spell."You brat, you planned this from the very beginning?"
"Don't put it so harshly."
Naruto shrugged."It's better to be safe than sorry."
"and..."
Naruto walked up to Jiraiya, placed his hands on the edge of the operating table, and surrounded Jiraiya.
An unusual light flickered in those blue eyes.
"If I don't save you."
"Grandma Tsunade will cry herself to death."
"I don't want to see her old face all wrinkled from crying."
When Tsunade was mentioned, Jiraiya's eyes dimmed slightly.
"intelligence..."
"Has the intelligence been sent out?"
"That little frog should be fine," Naruto said casually."But you're a dead man now."
"dead?"
"Yes, dead people."
Naruto raised a finger and placed it on his lips.
"In the eyes of Amegakure, you have already."His body was sunk to the bottom of the lake.
"In Konoha's eyes, you have already sacrificed yourself heroically."
"From today onwards, the name 'Jiraiya' will only live on in this room."
Naruto's smile widened, radiating an almost morbid pleasure.
"You are my secret weapon."
"It's also the most important trump card I have."
"How about I give you a different identity, and you can write 'Intimate Paradise' properly?"
"Just say it's a sequel created spontaneously by your fans."
Jiraiya looked at the boy in front of him.
strangeness.
It's so unfamiliar.
This is nothing like that silly kid who only talked about wanting to be Hokage.
This is clearly a monster who manipulates human lives, emotions, and even death at will.
But strangely enough.
Looking into Naruto's eyes, Jiraiya felt no fear whatsoever.
On the contrary, there is a kind of.
Finally, I no longer have to carry all the burdens of relief alone.
"ha..."
Jiraiya lay back on the operating table, staring at the pale white light on the ceiling.
"It seems I really am getting old."
"Even the apprentices have become like this."
"but..."
Jiraiya turned his head and looked at Naruto.
"Thanks."
Naruto was stunned for a moment.
Immediately, the gloom on his face dissipated, and he returned to being the sunny young man he once was.
"Welcome home, you lecherous sage."
"But you'll have to make do for a while and be a homebody."
"If you dare to sneak out and peek into the women's bathhouse."
Naruto squinted and pointed to the trash can next to the operating table.
There lay five bloodstained black rods.
"I'll put you back in."
Jiraiya shivered.
That kid.
I'm serious.
[Ding!You have received 50,000 [Rebirth] emotions from Jiraiya!]
[Received 30,000 "recognitions" from Jiraiya!]
Naruto listened to the notification in his mind and turned off the light with satisfaction.
In the darkness.
Only those heterochromatic pupils were sparkling.
This game of chess.
The climax is finally approaching.
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