In Konoha, Naruto lies down

Chapter 282: Even the sound of a voice moved him even though they were thousands of miles apart. Jiraiya was willing to accept his position as bishop.

"You..." Jiraiya suddenly sobered up and broke out in a cold sweat, "Do you really think so?"

"what idea?"

"Eternal life?" Jiraiya said seriously.

"Not interested." Naruto waved his hand, "I'm only a few years old, I was just saying it casually. Oh, by the way, I'm not very interested in ninjutsu either."

What's the fun in using cheats? You'll get tired of it after a while.

Not to mention eternal life, he was originally a stranger, and death was a thing of the past for him. After all, he had died once, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

Moreover, he knew that the source of this world's ninjutsu was Otsutsuki. The immortality that Orochimaru pursued did not exist unless he took over Otsutsuki's body and repeatedly resurrected it with the wedge reincarnation.

Scorpion's puppet core and Orochimaru's reincarnation also prove that the consciousness of a ninja can actually be continuously transferred like Otsutsuki's wedge.

The path to immortality is to abandon the human body and continuously purify to become an Otsutsuki. But the Otsutsuki are not immortal, and there is a god at the end of the Otsutsuki.

Ashura and Indra are just Otsutsuki's filial sons. The end of their ninjutsu is to become a different species of Otsutsuki and head into the deep space of nothingness.

He saw the end of Ninjutsu at a glance, and with the system constantly adding points to his deep blue, he naturally transcended the world. Forget about immortality, if it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't have much interest in Ninjutsu.

As the saying goes, who is the peak at the end of ninjutsu? Once you see the system, your way becomes empty. No matter how strong you are, the system will naturally add points to the deep blue, and all the messes in the future will be crushed to death.

Jiraiya: ".......Although I want to remind you not to follow Orochimaru's old path, but you...are too negative."

"There's nothing wrong with being a little negative. Not everyone wants to become stronger. Lecherous Immortal, if I were really positive, you probably wouldn't see me anymore."

Naruto paused deliberately and spoke in a low voice.

"You can find the Son of Prophecy or take in a new apprentice. I don't care, but don't get involved with me. Lecherous Immortal, to be honest with you, I don't really believe what the Toad Immortal said."

"You don't believe it? Do you know how long the Toad Sage has lived?" Jiraiya took a sip of wine. "His predictions have never failed once."

"Living longer means it's right?" Naruto showed a disdainful expression on his face. He looked around to see if there was anyone around and lowered his voice, "If you let it live a second life, I will believe it."

"What nonsense!" Jiraiya stretched out his hand and flicked Naruto, "Don't look at the Toad Sage's appearance that his time is approaching. He might even be able to outlast you."

"Tsk, what's there to compare a man with a toad?"

As Naruto stood up, he looked towards the sliding shoji door and spoke.

"Perhaps, lustful immortal, you will be able to live a second life in the future. There is still a lot of time, so don't be too confident. However, some people are destined not to live to that day."

"Let's go, Rain Country."

He called out, but seeing Jiraiya behind him remained silent, he couldn't help but glance back. Jiraiya looked hesitant, as if he was struggling with his conscience.

"What? Change your mind again?" he said with a frown.

"No, are you hungry? Do you want to go to the street and find a place to eat first?" Jiraiya asked.

"I don't... huh?" He noticed something was wrong and touched his chin. "Did you order something weird? Two hours?"

"How...how is it possible, I..."

Finally, Naruto dragged Jiraiya away with a cold smile on his face. What a joke! Waiting another day for something like that? He couldn't wait even a moment longer and wanted to remove Nagato's oxygen tube immediately.

The master and his apprentice, one old and one young, set off in a hurry.

Jiraiya sighed and groaned, and Naruto's ears were numb from hearing it. He thought to himself, "What the hell, this old man is so annoying! He just interrupted his research. Was it necessary?"

"Lewd Immortal, I have nothing to say about your material, but choosing the owner of a love shop as your material is too much." He said, unable to bear it any longer, "Behavior like yours is always quite explosive."

"What do you know, little brat?" Jiraiya muttered, "Stay out of your own way in adult matters."

"Nothing else to say, lecherous immortal. Now we are nominally master and disciple, but considering that my strength is not inferior to yours, you'd better respect me."

Naruto sneered and said bluntly.

"When we get to the Rain Country and I rescue you, we can discuss our separate matters. If necessary, you must address me as Bishop Naruto."

"You're dreaming! I haven't even used one ten-thousandth of my power, the Toad Sage of Myoboku Mountain. How can a mere Genin like you have the chance... Genin or Chunin?"

"I'm already a Chunin."

"Oh, it's not your turn as a little Chunin to speak so arrogantly!"

"I've already killed four members of the Akatsuki organization." Naruto added, "By the time you, an old comrade in your fifties, take action, it will be too late."

"Whether the ninja world is in chaos or not still depends on me."

"Arrogant!" Jiraiya felt a chill on his face.

"Don't worry about whether I'm arrogant or not. Just wait and see if I kill the leader of the Akatsuki organization. Don't stop me when I do it."

"Why would I stop you? What nonsense are you talking about?" Jiraiya said, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he felt inexplicably relaxed.

Over the past few decades, he has accepted many disciples, including the stunning Fourth Generation and the tenacious Nagato Konan Yahiko.

But the only person who impressed him the most was this annoying disciple who was good at making jokes. Minato, Nagato Yahiko and Konan were all too serious.

Naruto is very similar to him. They are more like friends than master and apprentice. The older you get, the fewer people you can talk to.

It takes about two days to travel from the Land of Hot Springs to the Land of Rain.

Jiraiya was not like Yamato who did things in a methodical manner. He was not in a hurry to travel. He found a small town to stay in before the sun set.

"Gathering intelligence is also a very important part of the mission. Don't underestimate these details." Jiraiya tidied himself up and prepared to go out with a smile on his face.

"You go ahead, I'm too lazy to go." Naruto lay on the sofa in the hotel, looking listless. He already had enough information.

"You are such a boring person." Jiraiya closed the door.

The light in the room disappeared, and the corner of the sofa was swallowed by darkness. Naruto covered his eyes with his hands and lay there for about ten minutes. He reached out and touched his waist.

There was a rustling sound from the sofa, and he took out a crude gadget similar to a miniature communicator, about half the size of a palm.

A simple box covered the electronic components inside. The red and green short wires were rough and connected in a haphazard manner, without any aesthetic appeal at all.

Even so, he held the device carefully and pressed the single red button. The tiny red light on the device flashed rhythmically, as if it were breathing.

In the dark living room, a red light flickered for several minutes. Naruto stared at the red light motionlessly, and time passed slowly, as if it had been a century.

Five minutes later, the flashing red light suddenly froze, then quickly turned green a second later. A hoarse electrical sound echoed through the empty living room.

The electric current sound lasted for half a minute, then suddenly quieted down. His breathing could be heard throughout the living room, the smooth lines of his jaw, and the slight rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

According to Jiraiya's evaluation of him, when he's silent, he looks like a handsome yellow-haired guy. Of course, the premise is that he is not even one thousandth as handsome as the Myoboku Mountain Sage back then.

The small town was humid in April, and moisture hung on the walls. Water droplets condensed along the intricately decorated tiles of the hotel, falling and leaving tiny streams on the walls.

On the red sofa in the center of the living room, a thin, clean-cut boy held an extremely simple little device. He opened his mouth, cleared his throat, and asked.

"Ino?"

There was a crackling sound, and then another electric sound. Then it fell into silence. He waited patiently, wondering if the thing had malfunctioned.

There was another crackling sound of electricity, followed by a clear and cautious voice.

"Um...it's me."

Ino was home alone, the living room lights off, and she was huddled upstairs in her room. A small pile of electronic components lay scattered nearby, and she was writing and drawing under the desk lamp.

My father was busy with work, especially during this period. My mother was also busy running the flower shop, and sometimes she would go to the intelligence department to accompany my father. It seemed that only Ino was superfluous.

It is clearly a movie about three people, but she still cannot have a name.

In her opinion, her parents are busy but loving, at least her father doesn't take the initiative to work overtime. She also occasionally hears from her mother that her father works overtime only for the family.

After her vacation, she basically stayed in the Hokage's office. Most of the time, she didn't have to go to work, and since she definitely couldn't go back to the Intelligence Department, she stayed at home and devoted herself to researching new technologies.

Stepping into a new field was not as difficult as she had imagined. After putting in some effort, she achieved some considerable results.

This included the crude communicator she had given Naruto, which used chakra technology to maintain communication and had a delay of about ten seconds.

She had already finished her shower and was sitting in a chair, intending to continue studying, her hair dripping wet. Suddenly, she saw the communicator, prominently placed on her desk, light up, and her breathing quickened.

She pressed the button carefully, and after a long wait, amidst the crackling sound of electricity, a voice finally came from the other side.

"Ino?"

So crisp! Does a guy’s voice change after going out?

Actually, his voice and tone hadn't changed. It was just that Naruto wasn't sure if the junk Ino had made was actually useful, so he was being cautious with his tone.

It seemed that if the sound was louder, it would immediately shatter this thing that was even more crude than an old car. In fact, that thing was much stronger than the old man's wheelchair.

Just by the sound of his voice, she could imagine what he looked like now. From her understanding of Naruto, he was the kind of person who would rather lie down than stand.

At this moment, he was probably wearing loose clothes, lying comfortably somewhere, in a small, solitary space, and pressing the communicator button.

Her head was resting on something, her jawline was clear, and her Adam's apple, which had been bitten by her, was prominent. Her eyes were careless, as if they had no focus, and she looked a little cold and emotionless.

With just one sentence, Ino visualized Naruto's entire speech state in her mind. It was as if the person was right in front of her, separated by a thin membrane.

"Can you hear me?" Naruto asked.

"Well, yes."

"I'm in a small town and will be on a mission soon. I can't rest easy without hearing your voice."

"Ah?" Ino was still trying to find a topic to talk about, but she didn't expect the other party to go straight to the point. The words she had prepared in her mind suddenly fell apart, and there was chaos again.

"I...I don't know what to say." She regretted it as soon as she said it.

Every time she gets to this point, her mouth becomes clumsy. Isn't she usually very talkative? She is polite to every customer, and no matter how dull the customer who comes to buy flowers is, she can always make a few words.

But when the words came to her lips, Ino realized that some people were special. Just hearing his voice, or even just thinking about him, could make her lose all her courage.

"Then let's start with the simple ones."

The voice on the other end became lazy, unhurried, and carried a hint of a smile.

"...Okay." Ino held the communicator, her heart pounding. This was something she and Naruto had agreed on, to test the stability of the communicator.

That night over half a month ago, Naruto told her to focus on making the communicator. Don't worry about the higher-ups; he would help her with the testing.

The two agreed that Naruto would contact her using the communicator from a distance away from Konoha to test whether the communicator's functions were complete or if there were any flaws.

"Can you hear?"

".....able."

"Then I'll start."

"Ah."

"do you miss me?"

"......Ah?" Ino's heart trembled, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on the palms of her hands.

From that moment on she knew that she would never be able to outsmart him.

.......

Zilai came back in the late night smelling of alcohol, but he didn't complain. He just washed up casually and fell into bed, sleeping until noon the next day.

The next day.

When Jiraiya was telling Naruto in high spirits how much information he had gathered about the Land of Rain, he noticed that Naruto looked at him with indifference and contempt.

"What's that look in your face?"

"Lewd Immortal, is this the information you've gathered?"

"What do you think? Archbishop Naruto." Jiraiya's face twitched, and he wished he could hang him up and beat him.

"The rain in the Land of Rain cannot be touched. It would be best if we could develop a ninjutsu that blocks our perception." Naruto said, "The leader of the Akatsuki organization is named Pain."

"The abilities of Pain's Six Paths are different..."

"Oh, by the way, I heard that the only time it doesn't rain in the Rain Country is Sunday. If you don't have any shielding measures, it's best to enter the Rain Country on Sunday."

"You..." Jiraiya was stunned. Such detailed information didn't seem to be made up.

"Have you investigated this a long time ago?"

"Almost." Naruto neither admitted nor denied it, looking like an old fisherman sitting on the fishing platform with a smile on his face, "I have more detailed information."

He did not reveal any information such as the Rinnegan and Nagato, just waiting for Jiraiya to take the bait.

Jiraiya had a vague feeling that there was something wrong, but he still couldn't help asking.

"Naruto, what's the news?"

"Ok?"