Chapter 35: Jiraiya, Doomed to Tragedy
"Hahahaha, Lord Jiraiya has arrived!"
With a loud laugh, the white, explosion-haired Jiraiya charged into the classroom. After noticing that something felt off, he scratched his head in his usual carefree way and said, "Why isn't everyone talking? Are you all too happy?"
"This guy…"
Everyone couldn't help but feel utterly speechless. Was this guy really stupid, or just pretending?
Li Jie xuan couldn't help but gently shake his head.
Jiraiya, you were destined to be a tragedy.
No wonder you loved Tsunade your entire life, yet never dared to say even half the word "love" out loud!
Even worse, the intruding Jiraiya immediately spotted the conspicuous Tsunade. With tears like falling pear blossoms, delicate and pitiful, she only stirred more affection. For some reason, as if guided by fate itself, Jiraiya's heart suddenly began to pound fiercely!
"Hello, my name is Jiraiya!"
Laughing loudly, Jiraiya extended his hand toward Tsunade. "My hobbies are writing novels and appreciating beautiful girls!"
Who knew whether all these explosion-haired guys were naturally this airheaded—under circumstances like this, Jiraiya was still introducing himself to Tsunade, who was currently in Li Jie xuan's arms.
"Who cares who you are—go die!"
Tsunade was completely enraged. She raised her fist and smashed it straight into Jiraiya's toad-like face.
And so, under Tsunade's monstrous strength, Lord Jiraiya—on his very first day of school—promptly passed out…
Yet not a single person felt even the slightest pity for him!
An idiot like this deserved a thorough beating!
Li Jie xuan shook his head helplessly.
Looks like in this lifetime too, Jiraiya would be living under Tsunade's iron fists. What a tragic man!
Still, after all that, Tsunade's mood seemed to improve quite a bit.
At the very least, after the physical exertion, there was a hint of color back in her face…
Seeing this, the elephant-masked figure lurking in the shadows gave a faint nod, then turned and vanished in a swift leap!
Five minutes later, at the Senju clan estate.
Tobirama Senju pinched his chin and sighed softly. "If that's the case, then let them be…"
As long as Tsunade could be happy, even the rigid Tobirama Senju was willing to make certain concessions!
"Tobirama, are you confident?"
At that moment, Hashirama Senju, seated in the shadows, suddenly spoke coldly. "Perhaps they all think I'm dead. I think now, maybe I should—"
Before Hashirama could finish, Tobirama hurriedly interrupted with an awkward laugh. "Big brother, even though my strength doesn't match yours, when it comes to escaping, the Flying Thunder God Technique was created by me!"
Hearing this, Hashirama fell silent for a long while, then gently nodded. "I understand."
"Don't worry, big brother. I'll definitely make them pay for this!"
Tobirama clenched his teeth, suddenly standing up, with Danzo Shimura and Hiruzen Sarutobi following closely behind him.
For their deceased nephew and niece, for Tsunade, and even more so for his brother!
When the fastest shinobi in history returned to the battlefield, it was destined to stir up a massive storm!
When Konohagakure was thoroughly enraged, large numbers of ANBU silently departed into the night…
At the same time, several ANBU had already gathered at the back door of the infant care center.
"This bastard got what he deserved!"
Looking at Hetian's corpse, the hippo-masked ANBU curled his lip in disdain and spat out a thick wad of phlegm.
However…
Suddenly, a hand reached out and steadily caught the glob of sticky spit.
The raccoon-dog–masked ANBU calmly wiped the phlegm from his hand and said coldly, "Don't damage the scene. What kind of person he was isn't important—our mission is simply to find the killer."
As he spoke, the raccoon ANBU crouched down and carefully examined Hetian's body, muttering in confusion, "The killer first exploited this guy's greed to lure him out…"
"We already said it—someone slipped a letter through the door crack. It was the letter that told us to do this. As long as we did it, we'd get fifty thousand ryo…"
The raccoon ANBU believed the couple living upstairs were telling the truth. They knew nothing about the whole affair and had merely become accomplices out of greed…
"After luring Hetian out, the killer used this mechanical box to fire a kunai and kill him—achieving murder without ever appearing in person!"
The raccoon ANBU walked over to the suitcase, frowning. "But there's no mechanism inside this case…"
"And the kunai that was fired has disappeared as well!"
Rubbing his forehead, the raccoon ANBU felt a growing headache.
The hippo-masked ANBU scoffed. "It's just an ordinary box. What, could it be hiding a person inside?"
They had already examined it and run through countless deductions…
But upon hearing this, the raccoon ANBU suddenly froze.
"Could it be…?"
Yet he quickly shook his head again. "This suitcase is far too small. Forget an adult—even a child couldn't fit inside!"
If it were an infant, maybe it would barely be possible…
But that kunai pierced straight through Hetian's throat. Even an ordinary adult would struggle to do that, let alone an infant!
That meant there had to be a mechanism!
Yet after searching the suitcase from top to bottom, no mechanism could be found, and the mysteriously vanished kunai left no trace whatsoever…
The case seemed to have fallen into an endless dead loop…
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