Naruto: Transmigrating With Yuta's Template-Chapter 217: It’s Jiraiya?

"Oh! Sir! What's wrong with you?"

The Geisha were startled and cried out, frantically wiping the water droplets from the man's body.

The man completely disregarded his wet clothes. He stared intently at Nagato, the drunkenness on his face vanishing without a trace. His face was filled with shock.

This reaction... it's too suspicious.

Haruki narrowed his eyes, his suspicion instantly reaching its peak. He stared closely at the flustered man, and a vague guess began to form in his mind.

Judging by this man's behavior, he definitely knew him and Nagato but he was certain that he and Nagato had never met this man before.

The man's face was completely unfamiliar. That means he had used Transformation Jutsu.

And this 'seeing a ghost' expression is too familiar.

Haruki's eye twitched.

A name surfaced in his mind.

Although he had already guessed who this person was, Haruki did not show it, maintaining a wary posture as if dealing with a stranger.

His gaze was sharp as he tentatively asked, "Uncle, do you know us?"

As Haruki's voice reached the man's ears, the man trembled all over.

He looked at Haruki, then at Nagato, his expression changing erratically, his eyes complex.

"Ahem, I just thought you two looked a bit familiar. Hahahaha!"

The man cleared his throat, a hearty smile reappearing on his face, though the smile was indescribably stiff.

Haruki showed a completely unclouded smile. "Really? What a coincidence. I also find you very familiar, uncle. Although I've never met you before, I feel like I know you, as if we've met in the past."

The smile on the man's face grew even stiffer.

The man, as if to cover up, gulped down a mouthful of sake from his cup, his peripheral vision involuntarily sweeping over the two youths.

At such a young age, they actually came to a place like this?

As expected of his disciple!

Truly, the younger generation is formidable!

Heroes emerge from youth!

The man adjusted his expression, trying to make himself look like a nosy middle-aged uncle.

He held his sake cup, swaying as he stood up, and walked towards Haruki and Nagato's table.

The wariness in Nagato's eyes never dissipated. He stared unblinkingly at the uninvited person before him.

This person was too suspicious.

From the moment he and Haruki entered here, he had been acting very strangely.

"Yo! You two young lads!"

The man casually plonked himself down in the empty seat between them, making the empty cups on the table jiggle slightly.

"You're so young, why are you learning from adults to come to a place like this for fun?"

"The ladies here aren't to be trifled with, you know, be careful not to be swallowed whole, hehehe."

The man let out a lewd laugh, even deliberately winking at Haruki and Nagato.

Haruki: "..."

This lewd laugh, this lewd expression... it's Jiraiya, no doubt.

He had been a little suspicious before, but now there was no doubt at all.

Besides Jiraiya, whose facial nerves could be so flexible and developed?

Nobody!

Nagato frowned, looking at Haruki beside him.

Let's go, this person is too strange.

Haruki gave Nagato a reassuring look.

Wait a moment.

Nagato took a breath, his wary gaze fixed on the strange man.

"We're just looking for a place to rest." Haruki explained.

He and Nagato were still innocent children, unlike Jiraiya.

Haruki stared at the man before him, wondering why Jiraiya would be here.

It was wartime, Konoha was simultaneously fighting Sunagakure, Iwagakure, and Kumogakure, facing immense pressure and stretched battle lines. As one of Konoha's top combat forces, Jiraiya should undoubtedly be on the battlefield.

According to the intel he had gathered from the crows he released earlier, Jiraiya's area of activity should be on the battlefield against Kumogakure, so why would he suddenly appear in an area close to the Iwagakure front?

Could it be that Konoha's strategy had changed?

It was not impossible.

Haruki nodded thoughtfully.

The man leaned in a bit, with no sense of personal space, lowering his voice, in a "I understand you" manner. "Oh, when I was your age, I was also incredibly curious about places like this."

"But there are so many good places, why choose here specifically?"

"Don't blame me for not warning you, this place isn't that safe."

"Do you have any worries in your hearts?"

"Tell me, I'm experienced and knowledgeable, maybe I can give you some pointers?"

The man showed a brilliant smile.

Haruki saw through the probing behind Jiraiya's smile clearly.

"..."

'Knowing someone too well isn't always good.' Haruki thought to himself.

"We have no worries, we've just never been inside here before, so we came to see what it's like."

Before Jiraiya could react, Haruki immediately retorted, "Then why are you here, uncle? This place is a mixed bag, and not far from the battlefield. Are you a ninja, uncle?"

He looked at Jiraiya with an expectant face.

"Huh?"

The man showed a helpless smile, explaining, "Actually, I'm a travel writer, and travelogues written near battlefields are more popular."

"I have to consider making a living."

"But what about you two? Why did you come here? Most people avoid this place. You're so young, you can't be here to earn money, can you?"

Jiraiya's gaze darted back and forth between Nagato and Haruki.

Why weren't they staying obediently in the Land of Rain, doing what in such a dangerous place?

Nagato tugged at Haruki's sleeve under the table.

This person was really too suspicious. Haruki, don't respond to him anymore.

"Jiraiya-sensei wouldn't come to the battlefield to earn money, and of course, we wouldn't come to the battlefield to earn money either."

Haruki saw that Nagato's patience was running out and he was about to hit Jiraiya with a Shinra Tensei, so he immediately spoke up, exposing Jiraiya's identity.

Jiraiya's eyes widened instantly.

When?

How could it be?

How could his perfect Transformation Jutsu be seen through by Haruki, this brat?

Nagato was stunned and immediately looked at the strange man.

Ji... Jiraiya-sensei?

After being exposed by Haruki, Nagato looked at this completely unfamiliar man, and inexplicably saw the shadow of Jiraiya-sensei on this face.

The next second.

Jiraiya stretched out his two large hands, grabbing one disciple with each, and dashed out of the shop.

In a blink of an eye, he disappeared from the Geisha's sight.

The Geisha were all dumbfounded.

When they reacted, the first thing they remembered was the cruel fact that they hadn't been paid yet.

"Hey! You haven't paid yet?"

"Wait!"

"The money is on the table."

"That's good, you scared me to death."