"You're leaving the village?"
In the Hokage's office, Danzō looked at Renya in surprise.
Leaving the village voluntarily? Was this really the same lazy friend he used to know?
"Yeah. I've got something to take care of outside," Renya said.
Ninjas had to report to the Hokage before leaving the village; otherwise, if they were gone too long, people might brand them as rogue shinobi.
Even though Renya knew that wouldn't happen to him, he still habitually came to report before leaving.
A habit entirely cultivated under Senju Tobirama's influence…
"How long are you planning to be gone?" Danzō asked. He had no intention of stopping him.
In his view, Renya leaving the village was far better than lying around at home all day—at least he wouldn't have to see that infuriating sight.
"Not sure. Maybe a few months," Renya murmured softly.
He didn't know exactly how long it would take to find Uchiha Madara, so he couldn't guarantee when he'd be back.
Anyway, that old man Tobirama was in the wrong this time, so he didn't dare interfere with Renya's travel plans.
Now that he'd finally awakened his eyes, of course he had to go show off a little.
"Did Tobirama-sensei approve of this?" Danzō asked cautiously.
If Tobirama-sensei disapproved, Danzō wouldn't dare make the call on his own.
He might be Hokage, but he was still Tobirama's disciple.
For matters like this, he could only act once their teacher gave the word.
"That old man agreed," Renya said with a twitch of his lips. "If you don't believe me, go ask him yourself."
Danzō: "???"
What did he just say?!
Old man… was he talking about Tobirama-sensei?
Danzō swallowed nervously, looking at Renya with a strange expression.
"Did you have a fight with sensei?"
That was the only explanation for why Renya's way of addressing Tobirama had changed.
"You're talking too much, Danzō," Renya said irritably, frowning.
If he'd known Danzō would babble so much, he wouldn't have come to report in the first place.
If he had the guts, Danzō could just label him a rogue ninja.
Seeing this, Danzō's mouth twitched. Looks like he was right—Renya must have argued with Tobirama-sensei and was leaving the village in anger to cool off.
Tsk tsk. Running off after an argument.
He was already an adult, yet still so childish.
Danzō chuckled and shook his head.
"Alright, you may leave."
"What are you laughing at?" Renya frowned. Something felt off about this guy.
"Just thought of something amusing. You can go. I still have official work to handle," Danzō said, quickly wiping the smile off his face and putting on a stern look.
Renya gave him a suspicious glance, then turned and left the Hokage's office.
"Pfft—"
As soon as Renya was gone, Danzō couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"That guy…"
...
Renya didn't rush to leave the village right away. He wanted to say goodbye to a few familiar faces first.
He'd be gone for at least a few months, so he needed to tell them in advance—otherwise, they might think he'd died at home or something.
Especially his three disciples.
Thinking of that, Renya decided to visit Jiraiya and Orochimaru first; their houses weren't far from here.
But as soon as he turned the corner, a muffled, sneaky giggle caught his ear—from behind the wall of the women's bathhouse.
That voice sounded awfully familiar.
Renya stopped in his tracks and looked toward the source of the sound.
There, beside the bathhouse wall, was a large tree. Hidden among its thick leaves, a spiky-haired figure was peeking through the foliage, eyes wide in concentration as he stared toward the bathhouse, drool nearly dripping from his mouth.
Who else could it be but his lovely disciple, Jiraiya?
Renya: "…"
So the brat still hadn't kicked his peeping habit!
Guess the last beating wasn't enough of a lesson.
This wasn't Jiraiya's first time peeping at the women's bathhouse. The last time he was caught, he'd been beaten half to death and stayed quiet for a while—but clearly, he couldn't resist anymore.
And of course, it was the same bathhouse again.
Probably because there were too many pretty girls here.
As Renya stood there in disbelief, a sharp feminine scream suddenly pierced the air from inside the bathhouse.
"Ahhh! There's a pervert!"
"Not good!"
Jiraiya jumped in fright, fumbling to escape.
But it was too late.
The bathhouse doors burst open, and a wave of hot steam mixed with killing intent rolled out!
Several kunoichi wrapped in towels charged out first, armed with washcloths, ladles, and other "weapons."
Behind them came an endless tide of furious women.
"That damn pervert—it's you again!"
"Today we're gonna kill you!"
Terrified out of his wits, Jiraiya fell from the tree, scrambled to his feet, and tried to run—but when he turned around, he locked eyes with Renya.
"Ahhh! Renya-sensei, help me!" He instinctively reached for a lifeline.
Renya instantly took a giant step back, moving so fast he left only afterimages.
"Sensei? Who's your sensei?"
He immediately distanced himself, his face clearly saying, "I don't know him,""We're not related," and "I'm just a passerby."
Jiraiya froze in disbelief.
And in that split second, the kunoichi had already surrounded him.
Jiraiya took a deep breath, then crouched down on the ground with his hands covering his head, as if this weren't his first time.
"Can you not hit the face?"
He didn't expect there'd be kunoichi in the bathhouse today—guess he had it coming.
If they were ordinary civilians, he could've easily escaped.
"Get him!"
The next second, fists and feet rained down like a storm.
"Ouch! Easy! My back!"
"Don't hit the face! This handsome guy lives off his—"
Before he could finish, another round of punches silenced him.
A few passing shinobi glanced over curiously, but when they saw it was Jiraiya, they instantly ducked their heads and walked faster, pretending they saw nothing.
"Oh, it's just Jiraiya. Never mind then."
"Routine stuff, routine stuff."
From afar, hearing the pig-like screams, Renya helplessly spread his hands.
"That's what you get for peeping at the women's bathhouse."
After a long while, the furious women finally dispersed and returned inside.
Renya approached and found his disciple beaten beyond recognition—his face swollen like a pig's head.
"Jiraiya, you still alive?"
"Still alive, Renya-sensei," Jiraiya croaked, struggling to get up. Regret was written all over his face.
"I got too absorbed this time and got caught… I swear I won't make the same mistake again!"
He was already analyzing what went wrong this time.
Trying to make sure he wouldn't repeat it next time.
Renya: "…"
He could only sigh—guess the beating wasn't wasted. Even half-dead, the idiot was still reviewing his peeping technique.
"Renya-sensei, what did you need me for?"
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