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Chapter 87 Uchiha Ike: You are definitely not Lord Jiraiya!
Chapter 87 Uchiha Ike: You are definitely not Lord Jiraiya!
Click! Click!
Intense pain shot through both sides of my ribs at the same time.
Jiraiya felt somewhat relieved.
Tsunade is still so energetic.
This familiar feeling....
Snap!! Snap!! Snap—!!
Wait a minute, how come a few more broke?
Jiraiya's eyes widened, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, as he stared at Tsunade in utter astonishment: "Why does your power seem to have increased?"
Cultivation is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind. Since those events happened, Tsunade has become lazy in her cultivation, and her strength has naturally decreased year by year.
Over the years, Jiraiya has also observed some patterns: Tsunade's strength decreases by about 10% every three years, and he breaks about one less rib.
He even secretly called it the power to break bones.
The last time they met was exactly three years ago, when Tsunade broke three of his ribs, which is the power of three bones.
Logically speaking, after another three years, Tsunade should only have the power of two bones left.
But now... if I haven't miscounted, he just experienced eight sharp pains.
"...The power of eight bones!?"
How is that possible?!
Shouldn't Tsunade have stopped training altogether all these years? How come she suddenly went to her peak?
"What's with all this 'eight bones' and 'seven bones' nonsense? I can't understand a word of it." Tsunade sneered, assuming the other was just stalling for time. She delivered a devastating kick to Jiraiya's chest, "I'll kick you to death, you third-rate author who's corrupting teenagers!"
puff-!!
Jiraiya, having taken the full force of the kick, coughed up a mouthful of blood and was lifted into the air, crashing through the rooftop railing and flying horizontally.
He tumbled through the air like a tattered sack, tracing a graceful arc before crashing headfirst into a flowerbed dozens of meters away.
Half a minute later, he pulled his head out of the soil as if he were pulling out a radish.
Only after confirming that Tsunade hadn't caught up to finish him off did Jiraiya pat his chest with lingering fear, only to be met with another sharp pain.
He then realized that his sternum had also been shattered by the kick.
Something's not right... something's not right...
"7
Jiraiya, panting with his hands on the ground, muttered to himself in confusion.
"Why does Tsunade seem so resentful? Has someone offended her recently?"
"How come her power is almost the same as it was at her peak? Could it be that Tsunade has finally come to her senses these past few years?"
"Ouch, that hurts! So unlucky..."
""
Feeling the intense pain throughout his body, Jiraiya couldn't help but grimace.
He didn't return to Konoha for three years, and when he did, he was seriously injured and needed at least a month of rest in the hospital to recover.
He tried to stand up, but found that the severity of his injury was beyond his expectations. He stumbled and fell onto the stone path outside the flowerbed.
"That was way too ruthless this time..."
""
Jiraiya could only smile wryly and lie down on the ground to rest.
He's temporarily unable to move, and we can only hope that someone will pass by and help take him to Konoha Hospital for emergency treatment.
Just as he was thinking this, he heard faint footsteps coming from afar.
The footsteps grew closer and closer, and soon they were right in front of Jiraiya.
Looks like I'm having pretty good luck today.
Jiraiya thought to himself, while slightly opening his mouth, as if to speak: "Someone's here..."
"7
"Hmm, how did I end up back in my clan's territory?"
A gentle, warm voice rang out, making Jiraiya feel as if he were bathed in a spring breeze.
As a passable writer, upon hearing the other person's voice, Jiraiya quickly conjured up the image of a handsome young man in his mind.
What does the phrase "It's the Hui people's land" mean?
"Hello, are you still awake?"
Jiraiya felt his arm being gently pushed.
He quickly cleared his throat and said, "Awake, awake..."
""
The other person seemed relieved and said with a smile, "It's good that you're awake. Can you stand up by yourself?"
"?" Jiraiya was a little confused.
If I could stand up, would I still be lying here?
It seems that although this young man is humble and polite, he is not very mature yet.
Thinking this, Jiraiya used his hands to prop himself up and turned his face over.
However, every movement aggravated his wound, causing him to groan in pain a few times.
After doing all this, Jiraiya was finally able to look up.
A handsome young man with clear eyes and black hair was looking at him with a worried expression.
"Oh, it's an old man this time... Well, grandpa, are you alright? Are you okay?"
Feeling the black-haired boy's caring words, Jiraiya felt a warmth in his heart.
There are still more good people than bad in this world. It seems that the old man's teaching of the Will of Fire over the years has not been in vain.
What does "this time" mean? Does it mean that this black-haired boy often encounters elderly women and men who need help?
Why can't I understand what this boy is saying?
Also, I'm not an old man...
"I'm not an old man, cough cough cough..." Because of the change in posture, Jiraiya spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Upon seeing this, the black-haired boy exclaimed in shock, "Quack! Grandpa, why are you coughing up blood?"
I already said he's not an old man...
As the adrenaline subsided, Jiraiya felt excruciating pain all over his body, his face gradually turning pale. Without time to dwell on the boy's address, he forced a smile and said, "Young man, I'm alright... Could you help me up?"
The black-haired boy indeed squatted down.
Jiraiya felt a warmth in his heart again and naturally reached out his hand, waiting for the other person to help him up.
But then, *smack!*
His hand was gently patted away.
Under Jiraiya's astonished gaze, the black-haired boy pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, slowly wiped his hands, and said, "
"Excuse me, I'm a germaphobe. By the way...aren't you alright? Why don't you stand up yourself?"
Jiraiya was momentarily speechless, unsure of what to say.
He had never chatted with anyone like this before. This conversation had completely died down.
He could only laugh awkwardly and say, "Haha... I'm fine, but I'm injured right now, so I don't have much strength. It would be great if you could help me to the hospital."
"Oh." The black-haired boy nodded slowly. "We've been talking for so long, but the old man still hasn't told me his name."
You've been talking for so long, why don't you hurry up and help me up?
Can't you see I'm vomiting blood?
Jiraiya grunted, deciding to reveal his identity: "I am Jiraiya, one of the Legendary Sannin of Konoha, and I am currently carrying out a very important mission..."
'
"I know!"
The black-haired boy's eyes lit up immediately, and he excitedly interrupted Jiraiya.
"That's that third-rate author who specializes in writing erotic novels!"
Jiraiya's mouth was slightly open, and he felt a tightness in his chest.
What does it mean to specialize in writing Huang script?
What is a third-rate author?
But in order to get the other person to help him up quickly, Jiraiya reluctantly nodded and replied, "That's right, it's me. Please help me up quickly, the deadline is tomorrow, I need to go back and write my masterpiece..."
"Is that so?" The black-haired boy nodded thoughtfully.
His smile grew brighter, but his eyes gradually turned icy.
"You are not Lord Jiraiya," he said firmly.
"I...I am Jiraiya..."
'
Jiraiya felt a little dizzy, unsure whether it was from excessive blood loss or from being angered by the other party.
No, no, no.
The black-haired boy held up his index finger and waved it back and forth in front of Jiraiya, saying leisurely, "Lord Jiraiya would never admit to being a third-rate author!"
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