Even if the wise men from Mount Myoboku had found out through their channels that the plan had already been implemented and asked why they had not been notified, they could have simply remained silent. After all, what right does Mount Myoboku have to interfere in Konoha's affairs?
"What do you mean, the jinchuuriki of the Nine—Tails is out of control?"
Before Jiraiya could begin his explanation, he was interrupted by the angry voice of Sage Fukasaku.
"Out of control again?" This is the second time, Jiraiya, the second time! First, in Konoha, you turned against the Uchiha clan, against your own comrades, and gave birth to a monster like Uchiha Yue! And now what? Even the jinchuuriki of the Nine-Tails?! What are you doing in this Konoha?! Why are all the troubles because of you?! Everything is fine in other villages, so why is it here?!
Sage Fukasaku started hitting Jiraiya on the head in a rage. When he heard this news, his first thought was not about jinchuuriki himself, but about another stupid thing that the damned Konoha had done.
He wasn't a stupid toad who couldn't understand anything. He had been shopping in the village more than once in the past, and unlike others, he knew that the boy named Uzumaki Naruto was the jinchuuriki of the Nine—Tails. The sage felt the power contained in him. He also knew that Naruto was a good boy: simple—minded, passionate and kind.
And this nice kid, whom he hadn't seen for quite a while, suddenly got out of control? Was everything that had happened before just a sham?
He would never have believed that Konoha had nothing to do with it. It's the same thing then and now. What are you trying to achieve, Konoha?!
"Sage Fukasaku, please help me enter Sage Mode!" Jiraiya pleaded. —We need to deal with Naruto first, and then I'll explain everything!"
He lowered his head and clenched his fists until it hurt. Jiraiya, of course, knew what was going on— Naruto had just shouted himself why he was swallowed up by darkness. But he couldn't tell the sages about it now. He needed their help to defeat the current Naruto. And if he reveals the truth, what if they just turn around and leave?
He understood perfectly well: because of the story with Uchiha Yue, the whole Myoboku Mountain harbored a grudge against Konoha. If the village had not turned against the Uchiha clan, such a powerful Shinobi would not have appeared. And then Mount Mybok would not have to spread precious knowledge about senjutsu around the world in fear for his survival.
In the end, it was all Konoha's fault. Incompetent and helpless, unable to clean up after herself. And now the whole Shinobi world had to work together to deal with the consequences.
Of course, Jiraiya didn't think he was doing anything wrong. It's just that the sages Fukasaku and Shima were unable to comprehend the great Will of Fire, and therefore could not understand his actions. If they had realized its essence, they would never have reproached him.
Fukasaku sighed heavily as he looked at him. How did you get to this point, little Jiraiya? The young man he once was is dead. Now there was only an ugly creature living in his skin.
Boom!
The next moment, the power of the senjutsu chakra burst out of Jiraiya's body. He rushed forward, looking at Naruto with undisguised murderous intent.
Today, he would suppress this brat once and for all! This creature, unable to understand the Will of Fire, that attacks his comrades and raises his hand against his elders! If it wasn't for the Nine-Tails inside, he would have happily finished this bastard off!
You betrayed your parents, who sacrificed their lives to condemn you to the fate of the despised jinchuuriki! You, a naturally vicious boy, still dared to dream of becoming Hokage? Now I, the great Jiraiya, will put an end to your dreams!
Sannin's face was filled with cold determination. He would deal a crushing blow to any beast that dared to challenge the village's foundations.
Sarutobi Hiruzen's head lay motionless among the ruins. He stared blankly at the battle unfolding in the distance. No, he saw something else.
The souls that left the dead bodies one by one. After that incident, he regained the ability to see them.
— Uh... go-lod…
Hiruzen's teeth were chattering, and his eyes were racing. He looked at the souls with an unquenchable hunger, as if they exuded an intoxicating fragrance that made one drool. I really want to…
—Hungry... I'm so hungry...— he whispered, and his face twisted into a bloodcurdling grimace.
As his soul craved food, the cracks on his face multiplied. The senjutsu chakra inside was seething furiously, and at some point a monstrous mutation occurred.…
His features distorted crazily, stretching out, his mouth turned into a huge, gaping mouth. His head, grotesquely elongating, rushed towards one of the souls.
One of Konoha's Shinobi, who had lost consciousness for a moment, came to from a sharp pain in his leg. He looked around, not understanding anything. Wasn't he supposed to die? He was swatted by the tail of the Nine-Tails. Why is he okay again? And why is it floating in the air?
And most importantly…
He looked down and saw a hideously elongated head clinging to his leg. Her gaze burned with fierce hunger and greed. It was not a human gaze, but the gaze of a starving predator at its prey.
Despite his surreal appearance, the Shinobi recognized him.
— The Third Hokage