Naruto's graceful style

Life is proud to be thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

And some people, even if they are not happy, still want to have fun, rejoice and become proud.

Jiraiya is probably such a person.

While Namikaze Minato and Yuuta were discussing the arrangements on the eve of the war, their master was drinking happily in an atmospheric tavern in the Land of Waves.

"Hahahaha, your little mouth is so sweet, come on, fill it up for me."

After teasing the little beauty next to him, Jiraiya leaned back contentedly, and his burly figure suddenly sank into the sofa.

His strong and strong arms were spread out, hugging him from left to right, and his bold laughter was unusually loud in this tavern, attracting looks from other people around him.

Fortunately, this was not the Land of Fire, otherwise there was a real chance that someone would recognize his identity.

And Jiraiya himself didn't know it yet, but their name had almost spread throughout the Fire Country.

"Master, your wine."

A young beauty wearing a black short skirt that covered her hips filled the glass with wine, picked up the glass and handed it to Jiraiya's mouth obediently, but her heart trembled slightly when she stared at him with his squinting eyes.

I couldn't help but secretly say, "big pervert."

"What are you afraid of?"

Noticing the little beauty's gently shaking hands, Jiraiya did not take the wine glass immediately, but asked with a grin.

"I, I'm not afraid of anything."

"No, you are afraid of me." Jiraiya insisted.

"I'm not afraid of you."

"You are afraid of me." Jiraiya said.

"I do not have."

"Why are you afraid of me? I won't eat you. Do you have any plans for me that you are afraid of being discovered by me?" Jiraiya was unmoved and analyzed to himself.

"Uncle, must you have drunk too much?"

The little beauty sat up straight, her pretty face bulging with anger, and the wine glass in her hand was placed on the table with a "pop" sound, spilling a little.

"You have a guilty conscience." Jiraiya narrowed his wise eyes.

"I have no guilty conscience."

"You just feel guilty."

"I do not have."

"Then why are you afraid of me?"

"I'm not afraid of you."

The little beauty was almost crying. She was fine just now, but why did this guy suddenly become a different person and get into trouble.

He also said that she had some plans for him, so she was so clever.

What kind of pictures can she take of him, his narrow eyes, his big greasy face, or his unruly hands and feet?

"Ha ha ha ha."

The short-haired beauty on the other side could hardly look past her, and when he was about to help rescue her, Jiraiya suddenly raised his head and burst out laughing, leaving the two women beside him confused.

"I was just in the mood for wine, and I suddenly had an inspiration. I didn't scare you, did I?"

"Ah" the little beauty looked confused.

The short-haired beauty smiled discerningly and said, "What kind of inspiration, uncle, please tell us."

"Hahaha, to be honest, I am actually an artist. I come here not just to drink and have fun, but also to experience life and collect materials from the field. Only in this way can the works created be more real."

Jiraiya took a sip from his wine glass with a proud look on his face.

"Wow, it turns out that uncle, you are still a master, so awesome."

The short-haired beauty held her hands together, her eyes filled with adoring stars, and Jiraiya was enjoying it quite a bit.

The other little beauty pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled dryly, "Hey, this appearance doesn't match her at all, but she will definitely not say this."

If this family member gets inspired again, she won't be able to resist.

"Uncle, what works have you created?"

"I'm currently working on a movie about ninjas, but it hasn't been released yet."

"Uncle Ninja, you still know a lot about ninjas."

"Then of course I am an amazingly powerful ninja."

"Giggle."

The atmosphere soon became lively again.

Jiraiya drank one cup after another, like a bottomless pit, just watching his cheeks turn red, but he didn't fall drunk.

When he was drunk and full of inspiration, he insisted on dragging two beauties to discuss his other masterpiece, about the plot between men and women, which was hard to resist.

The country of fire, Konoha.

The third-generation old man walked around the office as usual, and was immediately attracted by the missing person notice in Yuta's hand.

After seeing clearly the contents of the missing person notice and the familiar face, a few black lines suddenly dropped from the old man's forehead.

"Only Jiraiya can search for someone in such a big way. I hope he can see it soon and come back as soon as possible."

The third generation sat on the sofa and sighed.

The missing person notice in his hand was handed back to Yuta, which seemed to be out of sight but out of mind.

Basically, anyone who stayed in the Land of Fire during this period of time knew that Konoha was looking for a guy named Jiraiya.

Even the ninjas who came here from other countries to perform missions noticed the news and speculated on Konoha's intentions.

Of course, such an unexpected episode attracted everyone's attention and also served as a good cover for the search work of another special operations team.

The third-generation old man sat in the office for a while and then left again.

Yuta was left behind by Namikaze Minato and discussed the battle plan for a long time, and finally even wanted to practice it.

However, Yuta persuaded him, "If you really want to practice it, you have to call other people to do it. Just me, the effect of practice will not be too obvious."

"You are right about this, but I mainly want to test the effect of the Flying Thunder God's technique on bringing people along."

Saying that, Namikaze Minato took out a special kunai and threw it to Yuta, "Go on."

Yuta's hand flickered and he held the flying kunai in his hand. Before he could see the technique clearly, the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up. Namikaze Minato had already appeared in front of him.

This was not because he was frightened, but because his perception was too keen and his body was instinctively stimulated to react.

Then, Namikaze Minato put his palm on Yuta's shoulder, and the next second, the two of them disappeared from the office at the same time.

"Hoohoo."

Cool breeze.

Looking at the endless vast grassland in front of him, Yuta's perception quickly spread out, but he found that he could no longer sense the existence of Konoha Village.

"Where is this?" Yuta turned around and asked.

Namikaze Minato scratched his head and smiled, "This is an inaccessible place chosen specifically to divert the enemy's attack. It is about five or six hundred kilometers away from Konoha."

""

Yuta's eyes narrowed. In the blink of an eye, he was five or six hundred kilometers away. The Flying Thunder God Technique was simply not very convenient.

Especially after personal experience, this feeling is even stronger.

"Okay, let's try somewhere else."

After saying that, Namikaze Minato put his hand on Yuta's shoulder again, and with a soft "swish" sound, the two of them immediately disappeared into the uninhabited prairie of Liao.

This time, what they saw in Yutai's eyes was a vast ocean.

Before taking a closer look, Minato Namikaze moved to the next location with Yuta.

Speaking of which, Namikaze Minato had never brought others along with him in this way. At this time, it seemed that he was moving Yuta around in order to practice his skills, and the locations where he left the coordinates of the Flying Thunder God were not all sparsely populated places. There were also coordinates for some important urban locations.

Yuuta also experienced a tour of the world. In just a few minutes, he saw many sights that were difficult to see at ordinary times.

He also realized how much time it would take for Minato Namikaze to arrange so many coordinates of the Flying Thunder God without making a sound.