Uchiha's personal opinion

The biggest difference is that Jiraiya did not have the powerful family background of the Uchiha clan, so even if he was attacked by the village's public opinion, he had no way to fight back.

But he was truly at a loss, feeling as if he and Jiraiya were like flies caught in a spider web, struggling only to be bound tighter and tighter...

"The power of Ryuchi Cave..."

Orochimaru recalled the words the White Snake Sage had spoken when he went to Ryuchi Cave to meet him.

"Spirit Spell!"

Orochimaru immediately bit his finger and used a summoning technique to summon the communication snake from Ryuchi Cave.

"Please allow me to inform the White Snake Immortal that I intend to visit it again if it is convenient."

Orochimaru didn't mince words and directly addressed the liaison officer, Flower Snake.

"At noon three days from now, Princess Tianxin will summon you there using a reverse summoning technique."

The flower snake also gave an answer that surprised Orochimaru.

"...The White Snake Immortal already knows?"

Orochimaru's expression was somewhat uncertain.

"Nothing that happens in the ninja world can be hidden from the White Snake Sage~"

The flower snake raised its head, flicked its tongue, and said proudly.

Orochimaru nodded, immediately dispelled the summoning jutsu, and then his body went limp on the ground uncontrollably.

This was the first time he had felt so weak and powerless in the face of certain powerful forces...

"An organization! We absolutely need an organization!"

Orochimaru struggled to his feet, his teeth clenched and his face contorted with rage: "I must have an organization that belongs entirely to me!"

……

Jiraiya's life on Mount Myōboku was a bittersweet experience.

After arriving at Mount Myōboku using the Reverse Summoning Technique, the Sage Fukasaku immediately urged him to intensify his Sage Mode training, pushing him to the brink of petrification every day.

Meanwhile, Shima was in charge of logistical support, providing Jiraiya with a nutritious feast of various insects.

Although the variety of insects that Jiraiya ate made him turn pale, under the rare and dedicated guidance of the Sage Fukasaku, Jiraiya's control over Sage Arts improved considerably.

Although there are still many shortcomings, at least now it can enter Sage Mode on its own in the rich natural energy environment of Mount Myoboku.

"...If you were to return to the ninja world, your current level of control over natural energy would still be insufficient to form an effective fighting force."

Fukasaku was still very dissatisfied with Jiraiya's progress.

"Only five days have passed~ Such great progress is all thanks to the immortal's meticulous guidance~"

Jiraiya, feeling quite pleased with himself, chuckled and flattered.

"What do you think of that brat from the Uchiha clan?"

After guiding Jiraiya to meditate and meditate again, Fukasaku asked him a question.

"...Are you referring to Uchiha Tokumitsu?"

While struggling to control the fusion of natural energy and chakra within his body, Jiraiya asked a question in return, his attention diverted.

"Yes."

The hermit, Fukasaku, held a small black stick, ready to provide assistance at any moment.

Although Jiraiya can enter Sage Mode on his own, there is still a risk of losing control if he tries to multitask.

"A ruthless hero with the cunning of Tobirama and the ambition of Madara Uchiha."

Jiraiya gave his own impression of Uchiha Tokumitsu.

"Is that so~"

The immortal Fukasaku frowned.

Although it has lived in Mount Myōboku for a long time and rarely wanders around the ninja world, it is not unfamiliar with the people and secrets of the ninja world, and naturally knows who Tobirama Senju and Madara Uchiha are.

"ah!"

Suddenly, Jiraiya, who was sitting cross-legged, let out a scream.

Due to a momentary lapse in concentration that caused natural energy to spiral out of control, Jiraiya's lower body began to show signs of petrification.

"Boom!"

Fukasaku calmly raised the small black stick in his hand and struck Jiraiya hard on the head.

"Uh! (⊙﹏⊙)"

With the power of the small black stick, the rampaging natural energy was expelled from the body.

"You used a bit too much force..."

Jiraiya got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and said with a hint of complaint.

"If you don't put in some effort, you'll be turned into a stone frog!"

Fukasaku clicked his tongue, tucked the small black stick under his armpit, and walked towards the residential area of ​​Mount Myōboku with his hands behind his back.

"Let's go back! His mother should have already prepared lunch! We can continue our cultivation after we eat!"

"Another insect feast...?"

Jiraiya sighed helplessly, but still obediently followed Fukasaku's steps back.

In the past few days, he had secretly sent his spy, Frog, to risk sneaking back into the village to gather information, only to find that with his sudden departure, public opinion in the village was now particularly unfavorable to him.

Although he had expected it, Jiraiya was still very frustrated.

But he didn't want to go back like that, so he simply focused his mind on staying on Mount Myōboku to cultivate immortal arts, hoping to make a name for himself when he returned to the village.

"...It seems like Konoha has some reservations about you?"

The immortal Fukasaku asked unhurriedly, "What do you plan to do about this?"

"This……"

Jiraiya, whose secret thoughts had been exposed, didn't know how to respond.

"Just say it, it's no trouble..."

Without turning his head, the hermit Fukasaku said, "You are the earthly traveler designated by the Great Hermit, and Mount Myōboku will support you no matter what."

"...Uchiha Tokumitsu has gone too far!"

After hesitating for a moment, Jiraiya spoke his mind: "When I was detained by the police ninjas under his orders, I thought about it. He was probably planning to eliminate us so-called remnants of the Hokage."

"...How did you know it was him who pushed things about you?"

The immortal continued to ask questions.

"I guessed..."

Jiraiya honestly replied, "Although there is no evidence, the police department's targeting is truly unusual..."

The immortal continued walking forward at a leisurely pace.

"It all seems too normal, everything is perfectly reasonable, and that's precisely the most unreasonable part..."

Jiraiya continued, "The police department is notorious for its tyrannical style, but now it's pretending to be law-abiding. It's obvious there's a conspiracy!"

"...What you're saying makes absolutely no sense!"

Fukasaku the Immortal snorted coldly.

Jiraiya quickly chuckled awkwardly to cover up his embarrassment.

"You don't care about Konoha's laws anymore?"

"Go to hell with him!"

Jiraiya said with great dissatisfaction, "The so-called laws in the village are all created by the Uchiha clan through oppression of the House of Representatives and the Senate, with the aim of suppressing the righteous people of the village! Let whoever wants to abide by these laws abide by them!"

"I definitely won't take him seriously!"

"However, you guessed right. It was indeed Uchiha Tokumitsu who was behind this, but his purpose was probably not that simple."

Fukasaku stopped and turned to look at the shocked Jiraiya: "Do you know why?"

"This……"

Jiraiya's lips trembled slightly, and he stammered, unsure of what to say.

His speculation was actually just baseless conjecture during his free time in prison, and he didn't really take it seriously. He was only saying it now to cover up the fact that he had lost face in the village.

But to my surprise—I guessed right!

"Uchiha Tokumitsu will be the enemy of the savior; he will bring heavy damage to the ninja world!"

"I am a sage," said Fukasaku solemnly.

The hands behind his back trembled slightly.

"..."

Jiraiya's mind went blank, and he didn't notice Fukasaku's unusual behavior.

"Your mission is to find the savior of the ninja world and teach him to create eternal peace and prosperity for all ages. All the high-ranking officials in Konoha should know this. There's no reason why Uchiha Tokumitsu wouldn't know this... So his purpose in framing you so meticulously is self-evident!"

Fukasaku lowered his eyes slightly and said solemnly, "This is the truth of the matter!"

"This, this..."

Jiraiya was still not awakened from the confusion, "...Was it the Great Sage's prophecy?"

Then a sudden realization struck me: "Has the Great Immortal awakened? I must go see him!"

"The Great Immortal has been waiting for you. After you finish eating, I'll take you to pay your respects to him..."

The immortal Fukasaku secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, okay!"

Jiraiya nodded subconsciously.

"Let's go..."