Konoha's Crazy Hair Immortal

Sarutobi Hiruzen explained: "This joint ninja exam is just a simple promotion assessment on the surface. In fact, it is related to the strength and prestige of the major ninja villages. The exam venue is set in our Konoha. As the host, we naturally have to select Genin who are good enough to take on the challenge. Please () read the most complete! The fastest updated novel!"

"Sir Hokage, do you want us to select as many outstanding ninjas as possible in this year to take the ninja exam?" Jiraiya quickly understood the implication of Sarutobi Hiruzen's words.

"It's not just about selection, I hope you can train genin who can participate in the war to show the strength of my Konoha ninja." Sarutobi Hiruzen felt that with the current level of the three of them, they are already capable of being a teacher.

"We are the only ones who have become Shinobi. Could it be that--" Tsunade frowned slightly. After all, they currently have no experience as a teacher.

"I have already taught you everything I should teach you. In the future, you still need to walk the road of ninja on your own." Sandai's tone suddenly became softer. The three of them grew up day by day under his eyes. Now, When it came time to take charge of his own business, Hiruzen Sarutobi felt a lot of emotion.

"Yes, I will follow the teacher's teachings and we will definitely live up to expectations." Jiraiya was the first to express his attitude. What should come will always come, and he is confident that he can do it well.

Perhaps inspired by Jiraiya's momentum, Tsunade and Orochimaru also responded, and the only trace of worry disappeared.

"Well -" Sarutobi Hiruzen nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "In this way, in a week, you will go to the ninja school, and then you will be assigned to this year's graduating genin as your students."

"Yes!" Multiply by 3.

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When returning home, Jiraiya went to a barbecue restaurant to reward himself for his hard work these days. Orochimaru still insisted on the theory that overindulging too late would be bad for the body and went home early. But Tsunade thought about it again and felt that it would be inappropriate to eat any more. Good for the aesthetics of the body, meaning weight loss.

In fact, what Jiraiya wants to say is that Tsunade is not fat at all. On the contrary, all the nutrients she eats are absorbed where they should go, such as the front and back.

Of course, Jiraiya never said this.

The three of them then parted ways.

Jiraiya finished the barbecue and drank countless bottles of beer during the process. His head was filled with the charm of alcohol. He was so dazed that he didn't know how to get home. He opened the door, stripped naked, and fell in without even taking a shower. The bed was snoring.

A good night's sleep.

Early the next morning, the boy on the bed was sleeping soundly, and the morning light crept over the head of the bed under the cover of dew.Jiraiya licked his tongue under the covers, still enjoying a Japanese feast in his dream. In the center of the dining table was an oversized birthday cake, with the number "15" clearly written on it.

After a quick calculation, I realized that I am exactly 15 years old now. Jiraiya has never celebrated his birthday since he came to the world of Naruto.

"Bang!" Suddenly there was a sound of ribbons exploding.

Dozens of people suddenly appeared at the originally empty dining table, all of them old acquaintances.

Tsunade, Makoto, Sakumo, Dai...

"Happy birthday, Jiraiya!!" In the center of the crowd, Tsunade, with dark eyebrows and pink eyes, spoke first, with a beautiful blush on her face.

"Happy birthday, Jiraiya-" Immediately afterwards, other ninjas also spoke.

"Ahaha——" Jiraiya touched his head, and something called moving emerged spontaneously.

Jiraiya considers himself not a sentimental person, but this situation will touch any wood that is not emotionless.

"Thank you - thank you!" Jiraiya said slowly, a little incoherently.

"Blow out the candles, Jiraiya!" Tsunade lit the candles on the cake and pushed it forward. The huge cream cake was inlaid with a large Konoha logo and decorated with agate-like cherries and strawberries. It made people salivate. .

The fiery red candlelight flickered slightly on the cake, making people's eyes blurred.

"Hmm -" Jiraiya nodded to himself, opened his mouth wide, and prepared to blow out the candles.

"call--"

With a breath still in his mouth, the candle in front of him suddenly changed. The red wax suddenly twisted. The originally delicious red and white cake suddenly surged, and slender little snakes spit out letters and peeled out from the cake. .

Whoosh whoosh—

It made a rustling snake hiss and rushed straight towards Jiraiya's face.

"Snake!!!" Jiraiya's pupils shrank. What he was most afraid of in his life was this kind of cold, slippery creature. Jiraiya had goosebumps all over his body.

Randomly, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it randomly.

"!!!" Inside the wooden house, the young man suddenly sat up from the bed.

Behind my back, I felt a cold sweat. It turned out to be a dream!

It's too scary.

Jiraiya licked the corners of his dry mouth and his back, which was already wet.

Wait, why doesn't this feeling feel right? Jiraiya frowned slightly. The feeling on his right hand was ice-cold and subtle.

I looked down and saw, good guy, he was holding a small white snake tightly in his right hand. On his white flat forehead, two blood-red eyes were staring at Jiraiya.

This feeling is like eating an apple, but halfway through eating you find a half-bitten bug in the apple.

Jiraiya subconsciously shook his right hand, maybe too hard, and the white snake went straight out of the house in a parabola shape, past the half-opened window of the wooden house.

"Whoosh——" disappeared.

Jiraiya was still in shock. He stood up and turned over the quilt again and again, and then he breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that nothing had been missed.

At the same time, there was a knock on the door "Dong Dong Dong——".

Jiraiya felt that he might have been evil in his dream, and while cursing in his mind, he stood up and opened the door.

In front of the door, a coquettish-looking man appeared in front of him, with his signature hoarse voice: "Have a good sleep late, Jiraiya."

Jiraiya's mouth twitched, and when he saw that Orochimaru understood why the little snake appeared for no reason just now, his face twisted into a ball: "Hey, brother, you don't play like this, the little snake just now is your masterpiece, right? It made me have such a "sweet dream"!

Jiraiya deliberately amplified the word "sweet dream" by eight tones.

"Are you talking about it?" Orochimaru's face was calm and calm, like a breeze blowing on his face.

The white jade palm was raised, and between the slender five fingers, the lower body of a fresh little white snake was coiled up, and the other half of the snake stretched out its neck, looking at Jiraiya steadily, full of pride.

Jiraiya's heart was spinning for a while. After such an experience, it seemed that he would have a psychological shadow on snakes in the future. Jiraiya deliberately avoided the sharp eyes of the snake and said: "Orochimaru, let's discuss something."

The tone is solemn and precise.

"What's the matter?" Orochimaru stretched out his other hand and gently stroked the crown of the little white snake with his slender jade fingers.

"Don't play with your snake friends in front of me in the future. This is not very elegant!" What Jiraiya actually wanted to say was, I'm afraid!

Orochimaru's eyes flashed, his dark pupils flashed with light, and he curled his lips: "Yes, yes - but you haven't completed what you promised me before."

"What's the matter?" Jiraiya just wanted to get rid of the little white snake in front of him as soon as possible.

"You said before in the Land of Grass that you would participate in my all-attribute experiment." Orochimaru's pale face flashed with a hint of charm.

It's over, I've been tricked, I've been completely tricked.

Jiraiya screamed to the sky in his heart. It was impossible to guard against the moves of masters. If he was not careful, he would never return...

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