Madara, let's change the world together!

Actually, he had a pretty good impression of Jiraiya.

He was excellent as both a teacher and a ninja, and had no major flaws except for his lecherousness and love of showing off.

But everything depends on one's perspective.

He was destined to be at odds with the five hidden villages.

The world he envisions for the future will not allow the regimes of these hidden villages to continue to exist.

It can be said that his position was completely opposed to Jiraiya's.

But thinking of the kind-hearted Jiraiya in the original work, who even saved Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan despite Orochimaru's attempt to kill them and Tsunade's tacit approval.

Kiyoshi Gen smiled with appreciation.

Regardless of what the future holds, it seems like it would be nice to get to know this lecherous immortal and become friends with him.

If a situation arises in the future where confrontation is unavoidable...

Neither side will show any mercy.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, the office door was pushed open.

"Brother, brother!"

Kiyoi Ai dragged Otsutsuki Harein inside.

"It's time to leave work."

Let's go shopping together!

Kiyoshi Gen's lips twitched as he looked at his younger sister's eager gaze.

Should we just barge in right when he gets off work?

Look around.

The four people in the room—Kiyoshi, Shiramiao, and Kaze—were also looking at him with intriguing gazes.

Well, it seems like everyone just wants to browse around.

I've finished all my work for today, so I'll leave the Jiraiya visit for tomorrow.

Spending time with his wives is more important.

Meanwhile, Jiraiya was writing alone by lamplight.

He had already written half of his first book, "Intimate Paradise".

When he finishes his work, a master will be born!

Thinking about the beautiful figure he had glimpsed that afternoon, Jiraiya chuckled to himself as he wrote with lightning speed.

That's it~

That's it~

I got more and more excited as I wrote.

Meanwhile, everyone in Kiyoshimoto's house had returned to their own homes and settled into their bedrooms.

The next morning, Jiraiya was woken up by the guards, and after breakfast, he studied basic laws with them.

Looking at the list of things that can't be done, especially the strict control over the sex industry, his face turned as sour as a gourd.

No wonder there are no brothels here; you can't pay to find pretty girls.

No wonder there are no casinos here, not even any gamblers to be seen.

Is the owner of this place deliberately targeting these two industries?

As a fellow man, how could I not understand?

Is he aloof like Orochimaru?

No!

Why do men make things difficult for other men?

Upon learning that Hatsuhi Castle did not legally support the existence of brothels, Jiraiya's enthusiasm for the city immediately diminished by more than half.

His pretty MM

His wonderful life

"Hey!"

"You in the back! Pay attention!"

A piece of chalk hit Jiraiya squarely on the forehead.

However, a heartbroken man needs a warm embrace to comfort him, not cold chalk.

So

A beautiful female guard with a large bust slapped Jiraiya's desk.

Pay attention in class!!!

"Oh!"

Jiraiya watched as the two things he loved swayed up and down, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"Listen up! Listen up!"

"I will definitely listen in class!"

This city is amazing!

The female guard sighed, ignoring the blatant gaze.

She finally understood why the higher-ups had insisted on assigning her, a woman, to this detention center specifically for men to keep an eye on this man named Jiraiya.

That's so disgusting!

If it weren't for orders, she wouldn't want to be in the same space as this person!

Jiraiya clearly sensed that he was disliked.

But the shameless and lecherous immortal wouldn't feel ashamed because of this.

Ah, him!

But what kind of person can compliment a stranger's ample bosom without batting an eye, and then get slapped in the face?

The lecture ended quickly.

Jiraiya, who was on break, was instructed to stay in his room and not to come out.

However, during this free time, someone invited him to the waiting room of the police station.

Jiraiya was led by the beautiful female guard to the door of another room that looked quite luxurious.

"Miss, how about after I leave, we find a tavern and have a good chat?"

The female guard stared speechlessly at the man who was trying to flirt with her.

"Go inside quickly!"

"Lord Gen wants to see you!"

Master Yuan?

Jiraiya's expression instantly returned to normal after his abnormal expression.

Calling him "Master" suggests he's a high-ranking official.

The female guard gave a special warning to prevent Jiraiya from offending the lord they all respected.

"Lord Yuan is the city lord of Chu Ri City; we must not have any thoughts of offending him!"

"Otherwise, we, the entire Security Bureau, will make you pay the price, no matter what!"

This

Jiraiya sensed the strong threat in the female guard's tone and became even more curious about this Lord Gen.

Lord of this city

Someone I can talk to!

Having calmed himself down, Jiraiya first knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

The voice coming from inside was very young, and it sounded very gentle.

Jiraiya immediately conjured up an image of a young man in his mind.

He might even have the kind of looks he hates the most.

Jiraiya opened the door and immediately saw a young man sitting casually on the sofa in the room.

She's very pretty; she's definitely his type.

His temperament is completely different from Orochimaru's, but he is somewhat similar to Minato Namikaze, the disciple he admires. His smile alone can warm people's hearts.

Oh, and he also looks a bit like Kato Dan, whom he really dislikes.

Two more people were standing behind the sofa.

It's huge!!!

Jiraiya understood immediately.

This is absolutely a top-tier ball, no less than Tsunade's.

He actually saw two of them at once!

One of the men was tall and had a familiar air about him that sent a chill down his spine.

The other person was relatively shorter, and she was the epitome of gentle and graceful beauty.

Both of them were wearing slightly fitted short-sleeved shirts, with their chests bulging.