Tobirama Beats Up Jiraiya

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"What?!"

As expected, Senju Tobirama's face turned stormy the moment he heard Jiraiya's words. He was furious—practically seething.

Unable to hold back, he glanced at Tsunade and Orochimaru for confirmation and demanded, "Is what he said true? Is this all something the Monkey taught him?"

"And what's this about the Monkey having a spying jutsu with a telescope?"

"Uh-huh! Probably," Tsunade and Orochimaru nodded enthusiastically, for reasons unknown.

Deep down, they likely enjoyed throwing the Third Hokage under the bus.

They were probably just there for the drama, eagerly anticipating the scene of the Second Hokage thrashing their teacher. They seemed to think it would be quite the spectacle.

Of course, things were already heading downhill for Jiraiya.

While Jiraiya's explanation had a hint of exaggeration and blame-shifting, there was no denying that the Third Hokage bore significant responsibility for how Jiraiya turned out. But that didn't stop everyone from looking down on Jiraiya with disdain.

Because, let's be honest, he wasn't some innocent victim. He was a notorious pervert with a penchant for peeping.

If he hadn't had that tendency in the first place, how could he have been influenced so easily?

Take Orochimaru, for instance—he was also a student of the Third, but he didn't develop this habit.

In the end, the problem was Jiraiya himself.

Hearing this, Kaito and the others also looked at Jiraiya with contempt.

This guy! He really would go to any lengths to clear his name, even throwing his own teacher under the bus! Shameless.

"Well, well, well," Tobirama sneered coldly.

Just as Jiraiya breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he might have dodged the bullet, Tobirama stepped forward. He grabbed Jiraiya by the shoulder, his face twisted in a sinister grin.

"And you, brat! Did you think I'm that gullible? That easy to fool?"

"Blaming everything on your teacher, huh? Such strong filial piety you have there!" he said sarcastically.

"If you didn't have it in you already, how could you turn out like this?"

"Sure, your teacher might share some blame, but your own pervy nature and lack of self-control are the main issues here!"

"Still trying to fool me? Come here!"

With that, Tobirama activated the Flying Thunder God Technique and vanished from the office, dragging Jiraiya along.

"Let's go! This is gonna be good," Kaito immediately got up and called out to the others.

Moments later, he grabbed Uchiha Madara and Hashirama and followed after them.

Tsunade, Orochimaru, Uzumaki Mito, and the others exchanged glances before hurrying after them as well.

In the next instant, on a patch of empty ground—

Tobirama reappeared with Jiraiya in tow. Without wasting a word, he started beating the daylights out of the hapless pervert.

Kaito and the rest, who had followed close behind, stood off to the side and watched the show.

Yes, they literally watched while eating snacks.

To add to the atmosphere, Kaito even pulled out some fresh fruits and set them on a table, inviting everyone to snack while they enjoyed the spectacle.

"Ow!"

"Ahhh!!!"

"Not the face!!"

"Second Hokage-sama, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"Argh!!! Please spare me! I won't do it again!"

Despite Jiraiya's endless begging, Tobirama didn't stop. He pummeled Jiraiya for what felt like half an hour, leaving him with a black-and-blue face and a swollen body that looked twice its normal size.

But Tobirama was careful not to cause any lasting damage. Jiraiya's injuries were superficial—he'd recover in about ten days or so.

Still, Tobirama had used chakra and some special techniques to ensure the pain and bruises lingered for a good two weeks.

It was a calculated move to make Jiraiya learn his lesson.

"Remember this: if you dare engage in your peeping nonsense again, it won't stop here!" Tobirama warned coldly.

"Next time, I won't hesitate to completely destroy your strength—or even your dear third leg. I'll make sure you lose that ability entirely!"

Hearing this, Jiraiya felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't even muster the strength to cry out.

The murderous intent coming from Tobirama was real. Jiraiya was convinced that the Second Hokage would absolutely make good on his threat if it came to that.

Terrified, Jiraiya quickly raised his hand in a solemn vow. "I understand, Second Hokage-sama! I swear, I'll never do it again. Never!"

"Otherwise... may I die a horrible death! Ow..."

As he spoke, moving his arm pulled on his injuries, making him suck in a sharp breath. But he didn't dare make any sudden movements.

"Humph! Remember your words. I'll be watching you," Tobirama said with a sharp glare before vanishing back to the Hokage's office with the Flying Thunder God Technique.

As the dust settled, Uzumaki Mito and the others also dispersed.

Meanwhile, Kaito approached with Tsunade and Orochimaru, a mischievous smile on their faces.

Kaito crouched down and patted Jiraiya on the shoulder.

"Argh!!!"

Jiraiya screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and Kaito sneered, "I really don't know what to say about you!"

He continued, "I hope you learn your lesson this time. Stop being so shameless. Otherwise, even if Tobirama doesn't act, I'll have someone castrate you myself! That way, you won't have the urge to ruin other families' wives and daughters!"

Hearing this, Jiraiya shuddered, his face full of terror. He swallowed hard, utterly frightened.

Kaito chuckled and gave Jiraiya's shoulder another hard pat. Despite Jiraiya's attempts to suppress his screams, his face contorted in pain.

Kaito looked down on him and said, "You're a grown man with hands, feet, and money. If you're really into that sort of thing, why not go to the proper places and pay for it? Why spy on innocent families?"

"Isn't that pathetic?"

"Do better for yourself!"

With that, Kaito teleported away, leaving Tsunade, Orochimaru, and Jiraiya behind.

"Serves you right!"

Tsunade sneered at Jiraiya for a few seconds before teleporting away as well, making Jiraiya feel even more dejected.

At that moment, he figured he'd completely lost any chance of winning Tsunade over.

"Sigh…"

Orochimaru sighed as he stepped forward, crouching down to imitate Kaito by patting Jiraiya on the shoulder.

"Ahhh!"

Jiraiya winced in pain, angrily shoving Orochimaru away. "Orochi, what the hell are you doing? Don't you know how much this hurts?"

"They can do this to me because I can't fight back, but you? Do you really think I won't retaliate?"

"If you try that again, I'll really lose my temper!"

At this point, his whole body was aching unbearably. He knew it would take at least two weeks before he could sleep properly again.

"Huh!"

Orochimaru clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Seeing that you still have the strength to yell at me, I'm relieved!"

He stood up and looked down at Jiraiya. "I've told you before, stop doing these despicable things."

"Think about it—most of the customers at the hot springs are wives and daughters of people from our village."

"Doing stuff like this is asking for trouble!"

"Imagine if it were your future wife, daughter, or even your late mother who visited the hot springs and got spied on by some pervert. How would you feel?"

"Put yourself in their shoes! Anyway, I'm out."

With that, Orochimaru teleported away, leaving Jiraiya in silence.

Orochimaru's words hit him like a deafening gong, striking a nerve he hadn't felt before.

In the past, he would've brushed off such advice without a second thought.

But after getting beaten so badly today, fear and shame had finally set in.

For the first time, Jiraiya felt deeply ashamed of himself.

"I've decided," he muttered to himself.

"No more of this nonsense in the village. If I really have to do it, I'll go outside the village, maybe even to another country. At least that way, I won't harm my own people!"

If Kaito and the others heard this, they'd probably give him a good beating and say, Some people just never change, huh? This guy's hopeless.

Suddenly, Jiraiya's expression changed. "Wait a second! Orochimaru just teleported too—and he was alone?"

"When did he learn the Flying Thunder God technique?"

Jiraiya was utterly shocked. It felt like the world had turned upside down.

Everyone seemed to be mastering the Flying Thunder God technique, a supposed high-difficulty forbidden jutsu that required special time-space aptitude.

How did it become so widespread?

Kaito, Tsunade, Lady Mito, Lady Naori, Lord Tobirama, Minato, Kushina, Mikoto...

The list was almost in double digits now.

"I wonder if I have the talent for it?"

Jiraiya began fantasizing about it, but the pain in his body quickly reminded him of reality. He needed to head to the hospital.

Wobbling to his feet, he stumbled toward the ninja hospital.

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Meanwhile, back at the Hokage's office, Tobirama paced back and forth, getting angrier the more he thought about it.

"This isn't enough! Just teaching Jiraiya a lesson isn't enough!" he fumed. "His scumbag Teacher is equally guilty! Even if I can't kill him yet, I'll beat him half to death to vent my anger!"

Just as he prepared to teleport away, Kaito and the others returned.

Hearing his plan, Uzumaki Mito stopped him. "Don't rush into it. Let's wait until after the public trial in two days."

"After the trial, you can deal with him however you like."

"This way, no one can accuse us of using private justice."

"Besides, it's been decided. We won't take his life, but his powers will be sealed or outright destroyed. He'll spend the rest of his days sweeping streets and cleaning public restrooms to atone for his crimes."

"At the same time, he'll be forced to witness Konoha's resurgence under Kaito's leadership."

"Danzo will also share this fate with Hiruzen."

"Even if Hiruzen dies during this period, Kaito plans to resurrect him with the Edo Tensei so he can keep sweeping streets and cleaning parks."

"He'll live to see Konoha unite the ninja world and watch the Sarutobi clan's inevitable downfall."

"That's the true punishment."

"Thinking he can escape it all with death? Not a chance."

"Alright," Tobirama nodded reluctantly, still simmering with rage but agreeing for the sake of the bigger picture.

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