Naruto: Did i Just Get Reincarnated as Gojo?

Chapter 44: Basilisk! I Want You... I Want to Help You!

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Jiraiya left the publishing house and strolled down the streets of the new commercial district.

All sorts of novel shops were open for business.

As he took in the changes that had occurred in Konoha over the years, everything felt both familiar and foreign.

The Konoha he remembered, shrouded in the dark clouds of war, seemed to have become a tale from a history book.

Several magnificent buildings stood tall in the new commercial district.

Many out-of-towners gathered there, hiring photographers to capture their visit.

There were even ordinary people who had traveled on foot from small nations to Konoha. Konoha, with its benevolent heart, had implemented many policies beneficial to tourists from other villages.

For example, they could exchange slogans for a free photo opportunity.

From afar, Jiraiya heard:

"Reaching the strongest village in the shinobi world-Konoha! So beautiful, Konoha!"

"Oh my, isn't that... Look at the Hokage Rock in the distance, everyone!"

Such peculiar slogans... yet, as Jiraiya listened to the out-of-towners' chants, he couldn't help but straighten his back with pride.

Jiraiya sighed, "It feels like ninjas like me have been left behind by the times."

"Where should I go next? It's rare for me to return to Konoha. Should I visit the old man?"

As he walked, Jiraiya's footsteps suddenly halted.

His eyes lit up as he spotted a foot massage parlor tucked away in a corner of the street!

A foot massage parlor.

Jiraiya had encountered one during his travels to a small nation.

Beautiful young women, ordinary people with massage skills rivaling those of ninjas, had provided him with a truly fantastic experience.

He never imagined he'd find such an establishment in Konoha.

Now, seeing the shapely figures of the women at the entrance of the foot massage parlor, Jiraiya's desires stirred.

"Should I go in and relax for a bit?"

Jiraiya was about to take a step but hesitated, his expression conflicted.

Konoha was, after all, his hometown.

A gentleman didn't dip his pen in the company ink, and besides... he still harbored a romantic, innocent, and somewhat age-inappropriate infatuation for Tsunade.

If word of him visiting a foot massage parlor reached Tsunade's ears... he could kiss that innocent fantasy goodbye.

Jiraiya couldn't bear the thought.

"I'll just endure it. I can always visit the women's bathhouse tonight..."

Jiraiya clicked his tongue, trying to force himself to leave.

His gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, landing on the mysterious pouch attached to his waist.

"Ah, look at me, I completely forgot to open it."

As he spoke, Jiraiya's eyes lingered on the fair legs of the women at the entrance of the foot massage parlor.

Every glance was a blessing.