Gaara found Jiraiya at Ichiraku Ramen.
It would have been hard to connect this bald man with the white-haired, waist-length Jiraiya figurine without the mix of lust and righteousness exuding from him.
At this moment, Jiraiya was scribbling in a notebook, casually chatting with the shop owner.
“It seems the owner, Teuchi, has a good temper… but everyone seems to call him Uncle Ichiraku?”
Gaara shook his head.
If he were the ramen shop owner, he wouldn’t appreciate someone disrupting his business like this.
“Oh! Red hair!”
The young woman named Ayame, standing next to Teuchi, saw Gaara, and her eyes lit up. She instantly rushed to him: “Lord Red Hair, what would you like to eat? We have a new barley ramen available! For you, it’s completely free!”
During the strongest Chunin Exam in history, the Akatsuki members performed exceptionally well, gaining a lot of fans and admirers.
Now, wherever Gaara went, he could use his fame to settle bills, enjoying significant respect.
“Thank you, just a juice will do.” Gaara gave Ayame a kind smile.
As a Sand-Sand Fruit user, his sand clone could consume food, converting it into chakra like his original body.
He sat close to Jiraiya and asked softly, “What do you mean by Ichiraku Ōtsutsuki?”
Jiraiya was startled, immediately grabbing Gaara’s neck and covering his mouth, looking around suspiciously like a thief.
Seeing Teuchi moving ingredients in the back, he sighed in relief and lowered his voice, “Are you the newbie Tsunade mentioned? Since you’re also a fellow Reincarnator, I’ll share some intel with you.”
Through connections with Hiashi Hyuga, Jiraiya borrowed the “Prophecy Book” and read the Haruno Sakura perspective of “Naruto.”
A thousand readers will have a thousand different interpretations of Hamlet. Similarly, other people saw other things in the same comic.
Sasuke saw the truth, Naruto saw his dreams, Rock Lee saw youth, Sakura saw love, Hinata saw sorrow, and Hiashi saw mistakes…
But who was Jiraiya?
A world-traveling writer with no shortage of imagination.
He saw a deeply hidden ultimate BOSS that even the Prophecy Book didn’t explicitly mention!
“Based on my conjecture, Ichiraku Ōtsutsuki possesses high-level [Noodle Release Ninjutsu]. He infused chakra into Ichiraku Ramen, which is why Naruto overgrew in the Prophecy Book!”
“This person might be the originally strongest existence in the ninja world, silently guarding the Leaf Village—Ichiraku Ōtsutsuki!”
Jiraiya fired off a series of his imagined “truths”: “Ichiraku possesses one of the major eye techniques. The likelihood of him having Tenseigan or Rinnegan is high. Because his eyes can be identified, he squints them to avoid revealing his identity.”
“He and his daughter Ayame were the first to witness Kakashi’s true face. Without compelling eye techniques, it’s hard to believe they could capture Kakashi’s appearance!”
Additionally, Jiraiya presented “evidence” that Ichiraku and Ayame had survived significant disasters and lived longer than elite ninjas.
Gaara’s eye twitched: “I see. But… you might be wrong. Descendants of Tenseigan would at least possess Byakugan. However, this owner’s biological daughter, Ayame, is an ordinary girl.”
With that, Gaara clapped his hands.
The shop owner, who had just entered the front, suddenly collapsed as if struck on the neck, falling onto the counter.
Gaara manipulated an almost invisible sand hand, opening Teuchi’s eyelids.
There was nothing unusual—just normal eyes.
That “Prophecy Book” Jiraiya had praised so highly lost its appeal to Gaara.
Gaara felt that the “Destiny Scrolls” hidden in the figurines Wang Yan had left him were more reliable.
“How could this be…” Detective Jiraiya was heartbroken.
“Dad! How can you make faces at customers?” Ayame, seeing her father’s condition, was annoyed.
“Huh?”
Uncle Ichiraku woke up from his brief unconsciousness.
He scratched his head and apologized, “Sorry, sorry! I don’t know what happened, but I suddenly lost consciousness.”
The naughty redhead smiled, indicating he didn’t mind.
The straightforward bald Jiraiya felt very guilty.
Driven by this guilt, he didn’t know where to place his hands and feet.
“Pack 300 servings of ramen and send them to the Hokage Office and Konoha Tech Department.” Jiraiya slapped his thigh, his face full of pain.
This was his way of atoning.
“Advisor Jiraiya, truly a big customer! Ayame! Get to work!”
“Got it!”
…
Uchiha Residence, East District House 18.
Clang, clang…
The sound of metal clashing came from outside the door, and with a flick of his hand, Wang Yan opened the door.
A burly man with spiky blond hair appeared before him.
He had dark skin and metal rings on his arms that seemed to be weights.
The Fourth Raikage, A.
“Hahaha! So you do live here!”
A thrust his fist toward Wang Yan, filled with heroic spirit: “Come, let’s fight!”
Recently, too many things had happened, especially the revelations about “ancient secrets” and “future enemies” during the Chunin Exam, leaving minds in turmoil.
But A didn’t care about those chaotic matters.
He just wanted to fight more strong opponents to improve himself continuously.
Wang Yan looked at him with a half-smile: “Haven’t you tried practicing inner power techniques? That training system suits you well. There’s an external power called ‘Iron Wire Fist’ that, combined with your physique and Lightning Release, could further enhance your strength.”
A shook his head: “Enough talk! Let’s fight!”
As he spoke, his body was surrounded by lightning, and his cells instantly activated. His strength, speed, and durability received a massive boost!
During the strongest Chunin Exam, A had carefully observed Wang Yan.
So, he came prepared to fight seriously.
“You disrespectful brat, stop right now!”
A deep, magnetic voice sounded behind Wang Yan.
A turned towards the voice and saw a man who bore a striking resemblance to himself.
Dark skin, long light-yellow hair, a long beard, a lightning-shaped scar on his chest, and a “Lightning” tattoo on his right shoulder…
The man with the “strongest spear” and the “strongest shield”—the Third Raikage, A.
The naming convention among the high ranks of the Hidden Cloud Village was this dull.
The Raikage was consistently named A, and the Jinchuriki was consistently named B.
The Fourth Raikage stared at the man, stunned.
After a while, he stuttered: “Father?”
He could hardly believe his eyes.
Wasn’t his father long dead?
He had single-handedly fought ten thousand ninjas, battled for three days and nights, and finally died of exhaustion.
It was a glory he would never forget, a memory forever etched in his heart.
“You disrespectful fool! Apologize to Lord Wang Yan immediately!”
The elder said, punching the Fourth Raikage in the stomach.
With that punch, the Fourth Raikage was finally convinced.
The grumpy old man before him was indeed his father!
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