"Sakura, if you are afraid that I am trafficking people, you should go home early. Anyway, today has nothing to do with you."

"Last night, I borrowed a top-secret piece of intelligence from an old Anbu acquaintance, and that person is right over in the Town of Hot Water!"

Saying that, Kazama strode forward.

"Teacher Kazama, wait for us!"

...

All the way out of the village, Sasuke's Mental state was very poor.

Sakura's heart ached terribly. She jogged a few steps to Kazama's side and protested, "Teacher Kazama, how about we take a break? Sasuke-kun's condition is so poor, what if we run into mountain bandits or a Rogue Ninja?"

Kazama turned back and rolled his eyes.

"With his current exhausted look, if he encounters mountain bandits, he will just lie down on the spot and play dead, and people wouldn't even want to touch him out of bad luck."

"Besides, if the sky falls, your great team leader teacher—me—will hold it up."

Kazama suddenly leaned in closer and said earnestly, "And another thing, Sakura, simps don't get a good house, and girls who throw themselves at others won't be liked."

"Eh? Teacher Kazama, I..." Sakura instantly blushed, stammering and unable to speak for a long time.

Sasuke glared at Kazama with a dark face, his throat dry and hoarse: "Cut the crap, who on earth is the person you mentioned? Bringing us to the Town of Hot Water... don't tell me this is some kind of special fetish of yours?"

Kazama scoffed: "Ignorant brat, have you ever heard of the The Legendary Sannin of Konoha?"

The The Legendary Sannin of Konoha?

As soon as those four words came out, Sasuke's sleepiness was instantly dispelled.

"Sannin? Is it really..."

"Why would I lie to you." Kazama waved his hand, "This senior is proficient in Five Elements Ninjutsu, and his attainments in Fire Style are top-notch. He also holds the legendary Sage Arts in his hands. If he casually guides you a bit, he can help you break the limits of the Sharingan. Your goal of revenge is nothing compared to that."

These words instantly swept away Sasuke's exhaustion, and he strode to the very front.

"Let's go."

...

A few hours later, the Town of Hot Water.

Both sides of the street were filled with high-end hot spring inns, steam was rising, and tourists came in an endless stream.

Kazama didn't take the main street at all. He led the two of them twisting and turning, and plunged headfirst into the back alley of the largest women's hot spring.

The alley was both dirty and smelly.

The ground was covered with oily sewage and moss-covered broken bricks, and the corner of the wall was piled with a few spoiled swill buckets buzzing with flies.

Veins bulged on Sasuke's temples.

A peerless expert? In a place like this?

"You guy... you're messing with me again!" Sasuke's fists clenched with a crackling sound.

Kazama grabbed Sasuke's shoulder and raised his index finger: "Shh, don't make a sound."

Following the direction of Kazama's finger, Sasuke raised his head.

On the high wall slightly ahead, a tall, robust, white-haired man was sticking his butt out.

The man draped a red haori over his shoulders, his toes dug into the gaps of the wall bricks, and more than half of his body dangerously leaned out over the top of the wall.

"Hehehe..."

A lewd, strange laugh drifted down from the top of the wall, accompanied by a long trail of drool dripping down his chin.

"Is this the reclusive expert you were talking about? The The Legendary Sannin of Konoha?" Sasuke's voice was trembling.

"That's right! Let me grandly introduce you, this person is one of the The Legendary Sannin of Konoha, the Toad Sage Jiraiya!"

"Impossible! How could Lord Jiraiya be a pervert peeping at a women's bathhouse? He is a hero of Konoha!" Sasuke's worldview shattered completely.

Sakura beside him had long since covered her face and turned away, anxiously stamping her feet in place.

"Crazy! Completely crazy! Why are the big shots of Konoha all such unreliable bastards!"

As soon as Sakura finished speaking, Kazama suddenly cupped his hands around his mouth and howled at the top of his lungs.

"Help! Catch the pervert! Someone is peeping at the women's bathhouse!"

"Holy shit!"

Jiraiya on top of the wall was startled into a tremor, his feet slipping.

"Plop!"

The generation's Hero plunged headfirst straight into the swill bucket at the base of the wall.

The women's hot spring on the opposite side of the wall instantly exploded into chaos.

"Ah! There's a pervert!"

"Quickly splash him with hot water!"

Women's screams, the sound of splashing water, and wooden basins hitting the wall mixed together, deafening.

Messy footsteps immediately came from the direction of the front door.

A large group of security guards holding wooden clubs cursed as they flanked toward the back alley.

After a flail inside the swill bucket, Jiraiya climbed up in a disheveled state, wiped the rotten vegetable leaves off his face randomly, and looked around furiously.

"Which blind bastard ruined my good deed!"

He spotted Kazama leaning against the wall, waving with a smile.

"Kazama? It's you, you brat!" Jiraiya was furious, "You've grown tired of living, haven't you! Today I will definitely teach you a lesson on behalf of your deadbeat old man!"

Jiraiya slightly bent his knees, his hands gesturing as if to form Hand Seals.

Kazama stood without moving, instead pointing to the alley entrance: "Hey hey, Lord Jiraiya, you have plenty of time to beat me up. Listen to this commotion. This is the largest women's hot spring in the Town of Hot Water. If you are pinned down on the spot by security and paraded through the streets, you will never be able to step foot here again for the rest of your life."

Upon hearing that he could never come in again, Jiraiya's expression changed, and his originally arrogant aura instantly wilted.

"Consider yourself lucky, kid! I will settle this score with you later!"

Not even caring about the spoiled swill all over his body, Jiraiya greased his soles and turned into a blur, darting up onto the roof with a whoosh.

"What are you spacing out for? Keep up!" Kazama turned back to call out, taking the lead in leaping onto the high wall.

Sasuke and Sakura gritted their teeth and followed closely behind.

The four of them scurried around the rooftops and dark alleys of the Town of Hot Water until the shouting and cursing behind them completely disappeared, stopping in a secluded forest outside the town.

Jiraiya landed on his feet and disgustedly shook off the rotten vegetable leaves on his body.

Following closely, his expression sank: "Alright, nobody is disturbing us now, brat, let this sage see how much your skills have improved!"

Boom!

A violent surge of Chakra erupted from within Jiraiya's body.

The terrifying pressure instantly swept across the entire area.

Sasuke and Sakura only felt their shoulders sink, and their legs trembled uncontrollably.

A single Tomoe Sharingan uncontrollably emerged in Sasuke's eyes, and only then did he barely manage to hold on without collapsing.

Sasuke's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat. This monster-level power could not be fake, and the perverted uncle in front of him was truly one of the Legendary Sannin!

Seeing Jiraiya raise his hand to form Hand Seals.

Kazama unzipped his waist pouch and pulled out a flashy booklet, shaking it in mid-air.

"Icha Icha Pool Time", unedited out-of-print first draft, complete with the original author's autograph.

"Oh?"

Jiraiya's hand movement paused.

The terrifying Chakra shrouding the surroundings instantly dissipated.

The legendary-grade Ninja who was fierce-looking just a second ago now had his eyeballs practically glued to that booklet.

"Hand it over, hand it over, hand it over!"

Jiraiya spread his hands wide, saliva dripping down his chin, and threw himself at Kazama with zero regard for his image.

Kazama slid back a step, turning sideways to hide the book behind his back.

"Lord Jiraiya, how about we make a deal?"

Kazama raised his chin and nodded toward Sasuke behind him: "This kid is my subordinate, from the Uchiha clan. His Fire Style talent is pretty good. If you train him for a few months, this book is yours."

Jiraiya's movement stopped, putting away that lecherous expression, and he looked Sasuke up and down with sideways glances.

"An Uchiha brat?"

"Not training him. I hate this group of Red Eye patients the most, always wearing a stinking face all day as if the whole world owes them money."

"Besides, this sage never takes male disciples, only teaching hot-bodied female apprentices."

"If you don't give me the book, at worst I will sneak into your house tonight and steal it to read. What a big deal."