Chapter 282 Thousands of Miles Away, Even the Sound Affects Him, Jiraiya Is Willing to Accept the Identity of the Bishop

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

"what idea?"

"Eternal life?" Jiraiya looked serious.

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

What kind of interest can there be in using a cheating device? After a long time, you will get tired of it.

Not to mention eternal life, he was originally a stranger, and death was already a thing of the past for him. Anyway, if you die once, there is nothing to be afraid of.

What's more, he knew that the source of ninjutsu in this world was Otsutsuki. The eternal life Orochimaru pursues does not exist unless he seizes Otsutsuki's body and uses wedges to reincarnate and resurrect him.

Scorpion's puppet core and Orochimaru's immortal reincarnation also proved that the consciousness of ninjas can actually be constantly transferred like Otsutsuki's wedge.

The road to eternal life is the process of abandoning the human body and constantly refining it to become Otsutsuki. But Otsutsuki is not immortal. There is a god at the end of Otsutsuki.

Ashura and Indra are just filial sons of Otsutsuki. The end of ninjutsu is for Otsutsuki to become a mutant and go to the deep space of nothingness.

He saw the end of the ninjutsu at a glance, and the system continued to add dark blue points, so he was naturally otherworldly. Not to mention eternal life, if it was not necessary, he would not be very interested in ninjutsu.

As the saying goes, who is the peak at the end of ninjutsu? The system becomes empty at first sight. If you let him be strong, the system will automatically add some dark blue points, and he will be crushed to death in any mess in the future.

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 passive. Not everyone wants to keep getting stronger. Lewd Immortal, if I were really positive, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to see me."

Naruto paused deliberately and lowered his voice.

"Whether you're looking for the son of prophecy or you're recruiting a new disciple. I don't care, but don't hit on me. Lecherous Immortal, to be honest with you, I don't really believe what Toad Immortal says."

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

"Is it right to live as long as you want?" Naruto had a look of disdain on his face, looked around for no one, and lowered his voice, "I will believe it if you let it live a second life."

"What are you talking about?" Jiraiya stretched out his hand and flicked Naruto, "Don't look at Toad Sage's end, he may be able to kill you."

"Tch, what's the comparison between a human and a toad?"

When Naruto stood up, he looked at the sliding shoji doors and said.

"The lustful immortal, maybe he will be able to live a second life in the future. There is still a long time, so don't talk too much. However, some people are destined not to survive that time."

"Let's go, Rain Country."

After shouting, seeing Jiraiya behind him making no sound, he couldn't help but look back. Jiraiya looked hesitant, as if he was in the midst of a battle between heaven and man.

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

"No, are you hungry? Do you want to find a place on the street to have a meal first?" Jiraiya asked.

"I don't... hmm?" He sensed something was wrong and touched his chin, "You couldn't have ordered anything weird, right? Two hours?"

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

In the end, Naruto forcibly dragged Jiraiya away with a sneer on his face. Are you kidding me, waiting another day for something like that? He couldn't wait any longer and wanted to remove Nagato's oxygen tube right away.

Master and apprentice, an old man and a young man, hurriedly set out on the road.

Jiraiya let out a long sigh, which made Naruto's ears tingle. I thought to myself, this old man is so annoying, why didn’t I just interrupt him to collect information? is it necessary!

"Landful Immortal, I won't say anything about your selection of materials, but it's too much to only select the proprietress of a romantic shop for your materials." He couldn't bear it and said, "This kind of behavior of yours, no matter what time you do it, it's too much.

Quite an explosive existence. "

"What do little brats know?" Jiraiya muttered, "Don't worry about adults' affairs."

"If nothing else, you lustful immortal. Now we are master and apprentice in name only, but since my strength is not inferior to yours now, you'd better respect me."

Naruto sneered and said unceremoniously.

"When we get to the Country of Rain and I rescue you, we can discuss things on our own terms. If necessary, you have to call me Bishop Naruto."

"Dream, I, Toad Sage of Mt. Myoboku, haven't even used one ten thousandth of my abilities. How can I, a little genin like you, get my turn... genin or chuunin?"

"I'm already a chuunin."

"Oh, it's not the turn of a little chuunin like you to speak arrogantly!"

"I have already killed four members of the Akatsuki organization." Naruto said, "When you, an old comrade in his fifties, take action, the day lily will be cold."

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

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

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

"Why am I stopping you? You're really... talking nonsense." Jiraiya said, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he felt inexplicably happy.

Over the past few decades, he has also accepted many disciples. There are those who are as stunning as Yondaime, and there are also disciples who are as persevering as Nagato Konan Yahiko.

But only the annoying disciple in front of him who was proficient in all kinds of jokes was the most popular in his heart. Minato, Nagato Yahiko, and Konan were all too serious.

Naruto was very similar to him, the two were 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 Country of Yu to the Country of Rain.

Jiraiya was not like Yamato who did things strictly. He was not in a hurry and found a small market to settle down before the sun set.

"Collecting 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 cheerful face.

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

"You are really boring." 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 for his waist.

There was a rustling sound from the sofa, and he took out a crude thing similar to a micro-communication, about half the size of a palm.

A simple box covered the electronic components inside. The short red and green wires were thick and connected in random directions, without any sense of beauty at all.

Even so, he still held it carefully and pressed the only red button. The only tiny red light on the surface of the device flashed rhythmically, as if it was breathing.

In the dark living room, the red light flashed continuously for several minutes. Naruto stared at the red light motionless, time passed slowly, as if a century had passed.

At a certain moment five minutes later, the flashing red light suddenly jammed and quickly turned green after a second. The hoarse sound of electricity came, echoing in the empty living room.

The sound of electricity lasted for half a minute, and then suddenly became quiet. His breathing could be heard throughout the living room, the lines of his jaw were smooth, and his chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing.

According to Jiraiya's evaluation of him, he looks like a handsome boy with yellow hair when he's not talking. Of course, the premise is that he is not one thousandth as handsome as the Immortal Miaomu Mountain.

The weather in Xiaoji Town is humid, it is April, and water vapor lingers on the walls. Water droplets fell along the exquisitely decorated tiles of the hotel, leaving small streams of water on the wall.

On the red sofa in the center of the living room, a lean and clean boy was holding an extremely simple small device. He opened his mouth, cleared his throat and asked.

"Ino?"

There was a sizzling sound, and another sound of electric current came. Follow

Then he fell into silence, and he waited patiently, when he doubted whether the thing was malfunctioning.

Another burst of electricity came, followed by a clear, bright and careful voice.

"Well...it's me."

Ino was at home alone, the lights in the living room were turned off, and she was alone in her room upstairs. A small pile of electronic components were scattered aside, and she kept writing and drawing under the desk lamp.

My father is busy with work, and he is even more busy during this period. Her mother was also busy running the flower shop, and sometimes she would go to the intelligence department to accompany her father, as if Ino was the only one who was superfluous.

It's obviously a movie about three people, but she still can't have a name.

In her opinion, her parents are busy and loving, and at least her father does not take the initiative to work overtime. She also occasionally learned from her mother that her father worked overtime just for the sake of the family.

After her vacation ended, she was basically half-attended in the Hokage's office. Most of the time, I don't have to go to work, and I definitely can't go back to the Intelligence Department, so I just stay at home and focus on researching new technologies.

Setting foot in a new field was not as difficult as she imagined. After putting in some effort, she still achieved some great results.

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

She had already finished taking a shower and was sitting on the chair planning to continue studying, with her wet hair hanging down. Suddenly, he saw the communicator placed in the most conspicuous position on the desk light up, and his breathing became rapid.

She pressed the button carefully and waited for a long time. Amidst the roaring sound of electricity, a voice finally came from the other side.

"Ino?"

So crispy! Will a boy's voice change when he goes out?

In fact, the voice has not changed, and the tone has not changed either. It's just that Naruto wasn't sure whether the tattered gadgets Ino made were useful, so he was careful with his tone.

It seems that if the voice is louder, it will immediately shatter this thing that is cruder than a classic car. In fact, that thing is much stronger than grandpa's wheelchair.

She could picture his current appearance just by the sound of his voice. From what she knew about Naruto, he was the kind of person who could lie down and never stand.

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

The head rested somewhere, the jaw line was clear, and the Adam's apple that she had bitten stood out. His eyes were careless, seemed to have no focus, and looked a little cold and indifferent.

With just one sentence, Ino pictured all of Naruto's talking states in his mind. It was as if the person was right across from her, separated by a thin film.

"Can you hear it?" Naruto asked.

"Yeah, okay."

"I'm in a small market town and I'll be on a mission soon. I can't feel at ease if I don't hear your voice."

"Ah?" Ino was still thinking about finding a topic, but she didn't expect that the other party had already gone straight in. If she had thought about it, her army was suddenly defeated, and there was another chaos.

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

Every time this happens, your mouth becomes clumsy. Aren't you usually very good at speaking? She is polite to every customer. No matter how dull the customer who comes to buy flowers is, she can still chat with her.

But when the words came to her lips, Ino realized that some people were special beings. Just hearing his voice, or even a thought, could make her lose her armor.

"Then let's start simple."

The voice on the other side became lazy and unhurried again, with a hint of smile.

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

That night more than half a month ago, Naruto asked her to concentrate on making the communicator. Don't worry about the higher-ups, he will do the test for her.

The two agreed that Naruto would contact her using a communicator far away from Konoha to test whether the function of the communicator was complete or whether there were any defects.

"Can you hear?"

".....able."

"Then I'll start."

"Um."

"do you miss me?"

"...Huh?" Inoye was shocked, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his palms.

She knew from that moment that she would never be able to play him.

.......

Jiraiya came back in the middle of the night smelling of alcohol, so he wasn't picky. He just washed himself and fell on the bed, sleeping until noon the next day.

The next day.

When Jiraiya told Naruto energetically how much information he had obtained about the Land of Rain, he noticed Naruto's indifferent and contemptuous eyes.

"What's that look in your face?"

"Lovable Immortal, is this the information you asked for?"

"What do you have in mind? Archbishop Naruto." Jiraiya's face twitched and he wanted to hang him up and give him a beating.

"You can't touch the rain in the Land of Rain. It's best to get a ninjutsu that blocks perception." Naruto said, "The leader of the Akatsuki organization is named Pain."

"Penn's six paths have different abilities..."

"Oh, by the way, I heard that it only doesn't rain on Sundays in the Rain Country. If there is no shielding method, it is best to enter the Rain Country on Sunday."

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

"Have you already investigated it?"

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

He didn't reveal the information about the Rinnegan and Nagato, just waiting for Jiraiya to take the bait.

Jiraiya felt vaguely that something was wrong, but he couldn't help but ask.

"Naruto, what's the news?"

"Um?"

"Archbishop Naruto."

"Um."