Chapter 377 Yes, I did it, what happened? (page 12)

Konoha, in front of the open door.

Entering middle age, Jiraiya stood at the door with a greasy face.

He was wearing a gray corset, a red coat, and wooden clogs on his feet, looking casual.

Not long ago, I received news from the village that the village will hold an annual end-of-year meeting. At that time, all jounin-level ninjas with branches in various places will return to the village to report on their work.

These are all commonplace things. Originally, Jiraiya wanted to avoid this kind of thing and just go to leisurely clouds and cranes as usual.

But one person was mentioned in the letter so much that he had to go back to the village to hold this meeting.

When the guard saw him and recognized him, he was stunned for a moment, then became excited, and shouted respectfully: "Jiraiya-sama..."

Feeling the admiring looks from his juniors, Jiraiya couldn't help but sigh. Time flies so fast. Before he knew it, he had transformed from a young boy to a middle-aged uncle who was over fifty years old.

I don’t know what that guy has become, but he must be an uncle like himself.

Jiraiya sighed, entered the village, and walked to the conference room building. Along the way, he looked at the young and beautiful young women in the village. He subconsciously compared them with the young women outside, thinking that the girls in his own village were more beautiful.

I was thinking as I walked, and before I knew it, I entered the large conference room.

There are already many people here, most of them wearing uniform green vests, but there are also men and women who occasionally wear their own clothes.

As soon as Jiraiya entered the room, he quickly attracted everyone's attention and became the most handsome boy in the conference room. Seeing Jiraiya's rare return, they all shouted out his name and the honorific title "Sir" to him.

At this time, a masked young man walked towards him and said hello.

He had white hair, and the forehead protector was not properly worn and hung diagonally on his forehead, covering half of his face, revealing a dead fish eye that he had not woken up from.

"Kakashi..."

Jiraiya saw the person coming and smiled: "Long time no see."

He has a close relationship with Kakashi. Minato, the Fourth Hokage, is his student, and Kakashi is a student of the Fourth Hokage. In a sense, he is Kakashi's ancestor.

"It's really rare, Lord Jiraiya, to appear here this time."

Kakashi put his hands in his pockets and spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he was chatting.

It was no secret that Jiraiya was often away from the village.

"You should go back to the village occasionally, otherwise the old man should complain." Jiraiya was very carefree, without any airs of superiority.

"I think it's because of that person."

When the lie was exposed directly, Jiraiya couldn't help but smile, "You really don't give me any face..."

"After all, it's easy to guess."

"So...where is that person?"

Jiraiya glanced around the conference room, but did not see the figure of his former friend: "I haven't seen him yet. There is no way he can use me for fun."

Kakashi was about to respond when there was a commotion nearby.

Looking in the direction, a young man with plain hair and blue eyes was walking towards him. Behind him, there were three middle-aged people following him. They were following him, and they thought it was the young master of the family who was traveling.

Jiraiya also noticed this boy with plain hair and blue eyes, and was a little confused about who this kid was. He looked so arrogant.

And if he remembered correctly the people behind him.

Those were Uchiha Yashiro and Uchiha Inui, both of whom were top-notch masters in the Uchiha.

And the man with a solemn face among them is Uchiha Fugaku, which is even more remarkable. He is the leader of the Uchiha clan. Who can let such a person follow him? Who is this young man?

Jiraiya rubbed his chin, vaguely feeling that this white-haired boy looked familiar to him, but unfortunately he couldn't remember it for a while.

Kakashi smiled and said: "Haha, isn't this coming?"

The confused Jiraiya was stunned for a moment when he heard these words. The figure in his eyes slowly overlapped with the figure from the past, forming a childish face that was familiar to him.

Seeing this scene, Jiraiya wiped his eyes with his sleeves and looked at Aokiji with a look of disbelief on his face.

Transformation?

No, I didn't get that feeling from him.

Besides, there was no reason for him to be like this.

Damn it.

Why is this guy getting younger and younger as he lives?

what is happening.

On one side, Jiraiya was looking at Aokiji's affairs. On the other side, Aokiji also noticed Jiraiya. When he saw it was him, he was stunned for a moment and looked at him with a smile.

"Long time no see, Jiraiya..."

Jiraiya's eyes widened: "It's really you..."

Qingzhi nodded, admitting it.

"How did you become like this, and where have you been all these years."

Hearing Jiraiya raise this question, everyone around him cast curious glances, or consciously pricked their ears.

Fugaku glanced at Aokiji and saw him respond in an ambiguous tone: "It's a long story."

Jiraiya realized that this might not be a topic to discuss openly, so he immediately gave up.

Those around me who were very interested in this topic could only give up in frustration.

Aoki looked at the increasing wrinkles at the corners of Jiraiya's face: "You, on the other hand, have aged a lot."

Jiraiya looked at his friend who was as tall as his waist and wanted to complain.

It's really unfair. Why is it that I am getting older as I live, while this guy in front of me is indeed getting younger and younger.

Under the gaze of everyone, the two stood chatting for a while. As the number of people gradually arrived, they realized that the meeting would be held soon, so they stopped chatting and found a seat to sit down.

After that, four old men entered the room. When everyone saw them, they stopped talking and fell silent, watching them walk up the steps and sit down at a rectangular table one by one.

Qing Zhi, who was sitting on the chair, clasped his hands, rested his chin on the back of his hands, and his blue pupils were dyed blood red, focusing his gaze.

As if he was being stared at by some cold-blooded animal, Danzo in his seat was keenly aware of it, and suddenly noticed a pair of cold eyes below.

This guy……

Undaunted, Danzo fought back with his sight.

He would not show fear in front of Uchiha.

Unexpectedly, Aokiji, a young man who didn't care about martial arts, directly upgraded his Sharingan. Three magatama were connected together and gathered into bloody snowflakes.

Even if the powerful Mangekyō Sharingan is not used, the oppression exerted by these eyes alone can make Danzo feel uncomfortable, dare not look directly, turn his face away, and be defeated.

"Humph."

The corners of Qingzhi's mouth rose, and the blood-red eyes faded into green beady eyes.

The two people's eyes met for a short time. No one present noticed the smoke that just happened, but one person noticed it, it was Jiraiya who was sitting next to him.

It is not an ordinary three-magatama Sharingan, but a more complex pattern that has never been seen before.

This is... the Mangekyō Sharingan! ?

"Qing Pheasant, you..."