People in Naruto, I'm Aizen

Chapter 82 Jiraiya and Namikaze Minato (please order first!!!)

Along with a dull rolling thunder, and with the arrival of the rainy season, Konoha once again received a black rainstorm.

The heavy rain, which was too atmospheric, divided the entire world, with one part outside the rain curtain and the other part within the rain curtain. There was no communication or connection between the two.

Some are just shadowy figures criss-crossing each other under the stage created by the heavy rain, and there are also those tragic scenes shown in the rain or on the porch, which only a few people can clearly understand.

"If I could vent my current feelings, I wouldn't be so distressed. Master Jiraiya."

The translucent chakra scalpel exuding frightening lethality was silently annihilated and disintegrated in Namikaze Minato's hand. The former little sun of Konoha gently hugged him, who was also his teacher, father and friend.

The man whispered:

"So, no matter what, please don't stop me. Otherwise, I don't know what I am going to do in my current state. I don't want to do anything that may make me regret it at this time. So,

Please stop doing this, Master Jiraiya. Because if we continue, I believe the result will not be what we like."

"...That's really hard to accept, little Minato."

Looking at Namikaze Minato with a gloomy expression in front of him, Jiraiya sighed deeply as he looked at his apprentice, and his figure suddenly exploded into a ball of white smoke.

At the same time, in another corner, countless black glyphs began to crawl and spread on the ground. These ancient glyphs formed the contract of spiritualism. With a muffled sound of slapping the ground, two short characters

In the blink of an eye, the figure rushed to the visitor's shoulder.

"Shima Sennin, Fukasaku Sennin, please!"

At a speed that was too late for any so-called instinctive reaction, Namikaze Minato appeared in front of him expressionlessly. With a slight shake of his palm, Jiraiya's left foot was instantly penetrated and nailed by the void chakra scalpel.

on the ground.

It's not an ordinary blood-driving outfit, but a real, fully modified Toad Sage mode from Mt. Myoboku.

The moment he saw Jiraiya dodging the rolling oil fireball in embarrassment and setting off a burning fireball behind his back, Namikaze Minato raised his hand towards Jiraiya and instantly threw out several dim almost

The invisible invisible blade.

And by this time, even Kakashi, who had always had a sullen face, would laugh cooperatively.

After a person dies, the living often recall the deceased person's voice and smile without restriction.

In the past, Namikaze Minato and Hatake Kakashi often teamed up to make fun of Aizen's habit of preaching, because in their eyes, Aizen often preached for the sake of preaching.

"..."

"...It's okay. Master Jiraiya."

The blue pupils were dyed with a hint of terrifying blood, but it also gave his pupils a bit of fatal willpower.

"Senfa. Goemon!"

A long and narrow black crack opened silently in front of Namikaze Minato, swallowing up the menacing oil fireball in an instant.

'When things come to pass, just do it according to your own ideas. Don't have any regrets, and don't have any worries. Your life is your own, and that's fine.'

"Hey, Minato, even if we have to fight, let's find a safer place. This is your home, right? You won't be happy if it's broken."

The two Toad Immortals each blew out wind and fire, and Jiraiya himself sprayed out countless oils in an instant. The wind generated fire, and the fire burned the oil. A burning fireball of oil emitted blazing heat and evaporated the surrounding area in the blink of an eye.

The air instantly penetrated a pale passage and arrived in front of Namikaze Minato.

"The goddess returns."

Looking at Jiraiya, who was surrounded by senjutsu chakra, Namikaze Minato chuckled, slowly raised his head and looked at Jiraiya.

"hateful!"

The long and narrow gap behind him quietly disappeared into nothingness. Namikaze Minato silently raised his eyes and looked at Jiraiya, who had a look of disbelief in front of him. His face was gradually covered with lines representing the blood-moving suit.

Looking at Namikaze Minato's stubborn appearance in front of him, he had completely made up his mind to teach his arrogant little apprentice a lesson.

"...I'm sorry, Master Jiraiya."

"You can just use all the ninjutsu and immortal magic. It doesn't matter to me."

You should also wake up to games like Children of Prophecy.

At the end of such discussions about life, hatred, and the world, Aizen often just gives them an answer. An answer that can help them get out of their confusion.

"..."

"..."

"What's more, even the elders and agents of a village want to kill and dare to kill them. They are no longer worthy of being called people in the village. For this kind of pest that eats out the leaves of the wood, I think the only thing I should do is kill it.

They...don't you think so?"

That is to say, the rolling oil fireball forged by Senbo Goemon was actually returned to him intact, and even the fluctuations and speed emanating from it were even better than what Jiraiya had used at the beginning!

"This is one of the techniques that Brother Aizen specially decided based on my physique, so if it is just this technique, there is no way to stop me, Jiraiya-sensei."

"Needless to say, the child is his father!"

Just by stamping the soles of their feet on the ground, the two immortals Fukasaku and Shima understood. The chakras of the two toads were instantly coordinated, and the three parts were released jointly.

Especially when he looked at Jiraiya's somewhat toad-like face and his determined look, the expression on Namikaze Minato's cheeks twitched slightly.

"Jiraiya! Watch out behind!"

Looking at the looming blade on his instep, Jiraiya just decided to grit his teeth and break away when he heard the screams of the two immortals beside him.

Generally speaking, Aizen would often shake his head helplessly, then start a long explanation again, and finally admit that he really shouldn't say too much.

The illusion was shattered, and only the sound of heavy rain hitting the ground reached Minato Namikaze's ears.

After explaining to the two immortals on his shoulders, Jiraiya looked at the numb Namikaze Minato and whispered:

"Because only those who are in hatred know that it is impossible to do. Hatred is an emotion stronger than love, longer than love, more lasting than love, and more tragic than love."

Jiraiya is a neat and tidy ninja.

But this little injury is still——

"Brother Aizen once said. He said not to forgive people who are immersed in hatred."

It's fairy mode.

Although they all sound reasonable and sincere, they are actually things that others have already explained thoroughly and that he himself knows very well. At this time, Aizen always shows a somewhat embarrassed expression and then pushes.

The glasses said strange things like "I'm worried about you" and "for your own good", which are half-understood like most parents.

It was only then that the figure of Namikaze Minato in front of Jiraiya slowly dissipated. The severe pain coming from his limbs made Jiraiya's eyes split. But what made him even more heartbroken was that the wave in front of him

The Feng Shui Gate seemed to have changed into something familiar to him.

"Oh! Work harder, baby!"

Then in the next moment, the terrifying senjutsu fireball appeared in Jiraiya's eyes again. However, the flying trend was exactly the opposite.

Looking at Jiraiya who had markings all over his body, two small old toads on his shoulders, and terrifying chakra flowing all over his body, Namikaze Minato stood in the door frame and looked at them expressionlessly.

After a while, looking at Jiraiya's painful expression, Namikaze Minato slowly put down his raised palm and whispered:

"It's just that you have your way, and I have mine. I am no longer a child, and I will not always follow you."

"Minato? Why are you kid? Have you made Jiraiya angry?"

Bathed in the black rain curtain, Namikaze Minato leaned down and looked at Jiraiya who was nailed to the ground. He didn't even look at the two toads on his shoulders, but slowly revealed the sharp blade in his hand.

Looking at Jiraiya, whose limbs were nailed to the ground, with almost no resistance, Namikaze Minato looked down at his master, and his body silently turned into white smoke and dissipated in the rain.

"I understand your thoughts, and I understand that you don't want the village to fall into civil strife. But, for me, for us, finding the murderer is the most important thing."

"Even if it's a sparring match, isn't it too much to play like this? Hey, Jiraiya, what's going on?"

Jiraiya looked behind him in shock. Namikaze Minato, who was clearly in front of him just now, seemed to have violated the laws of time. He took the invisible sharp blades that he had just thrown out from behind his back, and instantly moved them along his left and right hands.

and his right foot were nailed through each, firmly fixed on the ground.

"It's too long to explain. Anyway, stop Minato first!"

"Varied--"

Before Jiraiya could put up any defensive posture, in the next moment, Namikaze Minato's golden figure turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

And when the two old toads saw clearly the Namikaze Minato under the door frame, they also made a somewhat surprised sound.

As for the two toad sages Fukasaku and Shima, the once polite Minato Namikaze didn't even look at the two toad sages from Mount Myoki, as if he regarded the two toads as objects and decorations. Under the dark rainstorm

Jiraiya slowly closed his eyes, feeling the two Toad Immortals trying hard to remove the invisible sharp blade from his body.

"Watergate……"

The pure blue eyes were already filled with red anger.

That was no longer the appearance of the child of prophecy. Jiraiya finally knew that the child of prophecy he was looking forward to might never come back again.

(End of chapter)