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A few minutes later, this desolate place welcomed an uninvited guest.

A small toad hopped listlessly on the dry ground.

Not long after, the little toad quietly approached Minato from behind, but Minato seemed unaware of the little creature's presence, his gaze still fixed firmly ahead.

Just then, an unexpected event occurred!

From the suddenly elongated shadow beneath the little toad, a tall and muscular figure burst forth without the slightest hesitation!

A powerful punch came straight at Minato!

Minato, however, seemed completely oblivious, and was about to be hit—a critical moment!

With a whoosh, Minato's figure flashed away instantly!

The attacker paused for a moment, his eyes darting around before he realized what was happening.

He decisively condensed a Rasengan in his palm and hurled it backward!

At that very moment, another Rasengan hit the bullseye, colliding violently with the attacker's Rasengan!

The two Rasengans collided violently, tearing the air apart and producing a sharp whistling sound!

boom!

The Rasengan's accumulated power reached its limit, and it suddenly exploded!

The two quickly pushed the Rasengan out, fearing that the power would backfire on them.

Even so, the aftershocks of the explosion still knocked them over. As Minato was thrown backward, he managed to save the little toad on the ground to prevent it from being injured.

Thick clouds of dust rose into the air, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Minato Namikaze steadied himself, placed the little toad on his shoulder, and looked at the dust cloud with a smile, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing:

"Jiraiya-sensei, my reaction time was pretty quick, wasn't it?"

"Hahaha!"

A hearty laugh echoed through the dust, vibrating the air. As the smoke cleared, the true form of the newcomer was revealed.

He had a tall frame, a headband with the character "oil" engraved on his forehead, long silver hair that reached his waist, striking red marks under his eyes, a red outer garment, a brown shirt underneath, wooden clogs, ninja tools on his hands, and a huge scroll on his back.

It was none other than Jiraiya, one of the legendary Sannin!

"It's been so many years since we last met, I couldn't resist testing you. You don't mind, do you?" Jiraiya said with a forced serious smile, scratching his head as he spoke.

As he finished speaking, the strange makeup on his face gradually faded away.

Minato smiled broadly: "Of course not, Jiraiya-sensei."

On the surface, he appeared relaxed and at ease, but inwardly he was secretly impressed by the teacher's meticulous attention to detail.

Jiraiya-sensei is still the same as always. He may seem carefree on the surface, but he is actually very meticulous and has profound wisdom.

That probing attack just now, seemingly casual on the surface, actually meant that Jiraiya had already secretly prepared to enter Sage Mode. Once he realized that the Minato Namikaze in front of him was an imposter, he would be met with a devastating Sage Art attack.

As Jiraiya's disciple for many years, Minato knew his personality well, so he immediately demonstrated his two great techniques, Flying Thunder God and Rasengan, upon meeting him.

These two skills have almost become synonymous with Minato Namikaze; no one else but him can use them.

As a result, Jiraiya completely lowered his guard.

………………

Since it was a rare occasion for master and disciple to reunite, the two naturally wouldn't choose to reminisce about the past in a desolate place. Jiraiya led Minato to a secluded tavern.

The two sat facing each other, chatting freely in this private space.

Jiraiya poured them each a full glass of sake, then drank it all in one gulp, his face beaming with enjoyment.

"You...you're not Minato, are you?"

After a moment of contemplation, Jiraiya uttered a startling statement, staring with a smile at the "Minato Namikaze" opposite him.

Minato showed no panic whatsoever; on the contrary, his admiration was evident in his expression.

"As expected of Jiraiya-sensei, you saw right through me..."

Jiraiya said smugly, "Haha, of course, he's my disciple after all. If he doesn't even have this much discernment, then what's the point of me being his teacher?"

However, at this point, Jiraiya's eyes welled up with tears: "If that's the case... then he's really gone."

"Sigh, before returning to Konoha, I still clung to the illusion that he might not have died back then, but was just seriously injured and recuperating until now..."

"Until I met you, all my fantasies vanished like bubbles."

"Jiraiya-sensei..."

Unable to find the right words to comfort him, Minato could only silently pour him a full glass of fine wine.

Without saying a word, Jiraiya raised his cup again and drank it all in one gulp, as if that could wash away the sorrow in his heart.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore, Minato. Tell me about yourself." Jiraiya's eyes were bright and fixed on him.

Although he said that the Minato in front of him was not the disciple he remembered, he did not deny that it was Minato Namikaze himself.

Minato smiled slightly: "Teacher, didn't you just say that I'm not that 'Minato'?"

Jiraiya waved his hand, pretending to be relaxed, and said:

"Well, you are Minato, but not the Minato I know."

"To be more precise, it's not the Watergate I remember, but my teacher's intuition tells me there's more to it than meets the eye."

"I see... Teacher, have you ever heard of the concept of alternate dimensions?"

After a moment's thought, Minato raised this question.

Upon hearing the words "alternate dimension," Jiraiya suddenly understood and was greatly surprised:

"you mean……"

"That's right."

Minato nodded, then took a moment to briefly introduce his background.

He confessed that he was not Minato Namikaze from this timeline.

Upon learning the truth, Jiraiya was filled with emotion:

"Such an incredible secret is hidden in the ninja world..."

"No wonder, no wonder! I thought it was some new secret technique in the ninja world that could replicate a person exactly."

"I never imagined the truth would be so extraordinary."

Minato listened patiently to Jiraiya's reflections with a smile and no words.

Suddenly, Jiraiya asked urgently, "Minato, what year is it where you are?"

"Konoha 48 years, is there a problem, teacher?" Minato asked honestly.

"Minato, you can come, so you should be able to go back too, right?" Jiraiya looked somewhat anxious.

"sure."

Having received an affirmative answer, Jiraiya suddenly grabbed Minato's arm, his tone resolute:

"Minato, when you go back, you must take me with you. I will not be absent from this battle again!"

"Jiraiya-sensei..." A warm feeling welled up in Minato's heart.

He could even feel Jiraiya's hands trembling slightly. Clearly, Jiraiya still harbored resentment about not being able to appear on the night of the Nine-Tails.

But this was not his fault. At that time, he was searching for Orochimaru everywhere, and the sudden attack by the masked man was something no one could have predicted.

Minato gently patted his hand and comforted him with a smile:

"Don't worry, teacher, I'm prepared and won't let that tragedy happen again."

Hearing Minato's confident reply.

Jiraiya nodded. Thanks to Minato's wisdom and the intelligence he had gathered in advance, the scales of victory were clearly tipping in his favor.

But he still reminded them, "If you need any help, don't hesitate to tell me."

"Don't worry, Jiraiya-sensei, I will."

"Haha, that's good, then I'm relieved. Come on, let's drink until we drop!" Jiraiya's hearty laughter was full of heroic spirit.

Minato, not wanting to disappoint Jiraiya, kept him company, drinking one cup after another, until the night deepened.

And at this very moment.

Inside the Hokage's office, Nara Shikaku was overwhelmed by the mountain of documents piled up on his desk.

Why is it that Minato is always able to handle these complicated matters with ease, while I have to think things through repeatedly to avoid making mistakes?

"Minato said he'd be back in a little while..."

"Why haven't they come back yet?"

Nara Shikaku racked his brains, wondering if he had misheard back then.

Shuimen actually said he would come back tomorrow?