-𝒟𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓉𝓈𝓊 𝓃𝑜 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃-

                                            Iғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs ғᴀʟʟ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ,                                 ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏs?

Jiraiya was expecting a slightly different reaction, more emotional. He finally was able to use sage mode and now he was very much like a toad. Did his team-mates not be surprised at his new image?

Tsunade rolled her eyes. She was aware that was a tactic that some female shinobi had used, but she had been lucky enough that it hadn’t been required of her during her time as a shinobi. There were classes at the academy where the female students were required to take classes on how to properly blend into different cultures. She was also aware that some villages took the whole “sexing for information” thing to the next level.

“I’ve never had to do that.” Tsunade told him.

“No?” he retorically inquires, as he glanced over the older woman, with certain disapppointment. Maybe he thought that he would hear some crazy stories about how the Hokage managed to escape a crucial, dangerous situation of sorts, by using seductive techniques. Guess the naturally beautiful don’t need such techniques he thought to himself, before siping the rest of his second glass of sake. 

“Well its never too late to learn anything new....Objectively speaking, I find it very worrysome that you are often walking around without anyone watching your back....Yes, your physical strength is pretty formidable, but that won’t make you escape a big, powerful genjutsu, ya know?” the blond man retors with a tiny smile. That was just ninja 101: genjutsu had a natural advantage against taijutsu techniques, since it consisted of inflicting damage on the victim’s mind, playing tricks and such, not allowing them to execute a proper punch or kick.

@leafgodaime / cont.

The serpent didn’t ask questions when the two shared a room for the night, it was still odd to him... their relationship. How Jiraiya had chased her for years, how eventually she had found that pestering endearing. The serpent never thought he’d see the day, but there they were. He had noticed her slip from the other mans bedroom, to stand where she is now, unhinging one of the photographs he has kept. One of the few he has managed to preserve given all the hideout hopping in his past, “morning Hime, I didn’t expect you to be awake so early,” his eyes land on the photo, a light smile touching his lips in amusement, “hm, did you ever think the girl in that picture would end up where you are today?”

Jiraiya smiled, watching the children hug Tsunade.

"Well, I was really there, but I decided that it might wait some time. My inspiration is you, so I don't want to leave you all for a long time. You can write at home, right? And besides, how can I let my tired wife stand by the stove? So this is little surprise for you!"

Jiraiya smiled when Tsunade hugged him from behind, but something in her voice alarmed him. Did something happened?

It was another quiet evening with Tsunade. Jiraiya looked thoughtfully at the ceiling, feeling that he had much to tell her. For example, that sometimes he could scare her.