Jiraiya's Heroic Stories: Genshin Impact

Jiraiya's sudden appearance really frightened all the villagers present. However, out of fear of death, the villagers only hesitated for two seconds before raising the iron farm tools in their hands to capture Candice.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you guys going to do with these pointy objects to these two lovely ladies?"

Jiraiya said this with a friendly look on his face, but his body had already started to move. A palm bigger than a human face was pressed on the face of the drunk uncle nearby.

With a slap, his legs were lifted off the ground and then smashed onto the hard ground with great ferocity!

This powerful blow came from Jiraiya, one of the three legendary ninjas. Even an ordinary ninja might not be able to withstand it.

Not to mention this ordinary villager... Sure enough, the moment the drunk uncle was knocked to the ground, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the splattered blood fell on the faces of the villagers in large quantities.

"You! You! Who are you!" The villagers stuttered and roared angrily, and some of them even stepped forward and tried to drag Candice away.

But the next second, Jiraiya's white hair seemed to turn into a steel knife without replying, and instantly cut all the approaching villagers into two pieces.

"Really? Didn't you introduce yourself when you first appeared? Don't make people repeat the same sentence several times." Jiraiya shook his head helplessly.

He knew very well that what the villagers were doing now was probably due to the fear of unilateral powerlessness. They had no choice but to do so.

And now Jiraiya is unable to give the villagers a new option in a short time. All he can do is change the source of their fear!

Only by making the villagers fear themselves more than the monsters can they calm down.

Of course, Jiraiya is not a demon who kills without blinking an eye. He gently stroked the toad beauty who was stepping on his shoulder.

Of course, all this was just an illusion, which Jiraiya had taught Gamami not long ago. Although the time was short, it was still very easy to deal with a group of ordinary people.

When the crowd was too terrified to face Jiraiya and turned to look at the mutated monsters, Jiraiya finally took action!

His legs were like arrows shot from a bow, and he appeared in front of the monsters in an instant. The chakra in his hand accumulated into a ball, which was the most commonly used Rasengan.

Just one Rasengan shot severely wounded the monster's chest, and it fell to the ground like a withered yellow leaf. In this case, these guys are probably not as strong as ordinary beast hounds.

But this does not mean that we can be careless. Low strength often means a large number. If the number of such things reaches a certain level, we will be unable to do anything to Jiraiya and his men even if we go to war with them.

It will also inevitably cause a large number of casualties, so if you want to protect more people, you need a more thorough and detailed plan.

Thinking of this, although he was unwilling to do so, Jiraiya still controlled his white hair and cut off the heads of the monsters. Then he walked back to the center of the crowd with the heads of the monsters and started his passionate speech.

Although the overall strength of the demonized monster is not very strong, it is still extremely intimidating to ordinary humans.

At least without the imminent threat, they could listen to Jiraiya's words.

"Everyone! Everybody!" Jiraiya's heroic voice suddenly exploded, and the villagers, who were like frightened birds, broke out in cold sweats in an instant.

Everyone looked in silence at Jiraiya who was holding the monster's head in the middle.

"I know very well. I am just a foreigner. I don't know much about your situation, but the church in the center of your village is quite conspicuous. At least it is much more conspicuous than these dilapidated houses."

As Jiraiya spoke, his eyes turned towards the church in the center of the village. The scale of that building was naturally not as large as Mond's iconic building, the Cathedral of the West Wind.

It should be said that it is pitifully small, or just the size of an ordinary house, but it is much more conspicuous than those small shabby houses that are simply piled up with loess.

The main thing is that the architectural style is different from the common temples dedicated to the grass god seen in Xumi.

"Well, that is actually the church in our village dedicated to the Great Compassionate Tree King. We go there to pray probably every Sunday under the guidance of the guardian." This time it was the village chief Uncle Anpu who answered.

His eyes were wandering and it was obvious that he was avoiding something.

Jiraiya knew very well that the other party was not telling the truth, but he did not care what god they worshipped, as it had nothing to do with him.

"I have a little story here, I hope you can listen to it. There was once a believer in my hometown who moved the high gods with his piety.

So after his death, he returned in glory and successfully gained an audience with the gods.

The god asked: My devout believer, what reward do you need?

The believer answered without hesitation: My Supreme God! I have nothing else to ask for in my life except that my child can receive the gift from you.

The god agreed to his request, and the believer happily told the child all this in a dream.

So his children abandoned the fields that their father had worked hard on, and just lay on their small bed every day without going out of the house, fantasizing about the blessings bestowed by God.

But spring came and winter went, and several years passed in a flash. He had eaten up all his father's savings, but still could not wait for the gift from God.

He was still pious, at least he always kept the promise of God. He prayed every day, year after year, day after day. But he still did nothing.

Until one winter, the snow was falling like goose feathers. He was short of food and clothing and could only chop the wooden boards of the roof that were used to protect him from wind and rain to make a fire.

So after the wood burned out, he froze to death alone and helpless in his father's old house."

When Jiraiya said this at the end, he looked at Candice who was still injured.

"Did the gods break their promise?" asked the village chief Uncle Anpu with a little confusion.

Jiraiya continued the story, "Yes, that believer child asked the same question.

And the god’s answer was, I have never forgotten the promise I made to your father.

But if you want to achieve something, you must first study for the exam. As long as you try, I can give you the best mind and you will be successful in both aspects and climb higher.

But you didn't, you just laid in your bed and fantasized about this scene.

I can only plan another route for you.

I hope to make you a great ninja, oh you can understand it as a great disciplinarian. (This word is what Jiraiya learned from Tenari on the way.)

But I sent the conscription letters to the mailbox at your doorstep countless times, but your mailbox was already full and you never opened it.

If you go, I can teach you the best skills, enough to make you look down on the world, and you will leave behind enduring poems wherever you go.

But you still didn't, you just continued lying on your bed fantasizing about this scene happening.

There was no other way, so I had to change again.

I hope you can become the richest businessman in the world. As long as you do business, no matter what business you do, the streets will be full of people, and the gold and silver in your account will flow like a spring.

Unfortunately, you are always just praying and fantasizing.

There was really no other way, so I had to hide a large amount of gold in the yard your father left for you. It's a pity that you didn't even want to clean it up. You should have been able to find it if you had just peeled away the weeds in the yard.

My child, all gifts are based on a certain amount of effort. The opportunity is there, how can you seize it if you don't try?

It's not that I didn't keep my promise, it's just that you didn't reach out and take it, foolish child. You should have been the protagonist of this world, the pride of this world.

What made you live like this?"

Jiraiya paused and looked at the frightened villagers, then slowly said, "So is it possible that your gods have already bestowed gifts on you, but you have never extended your hands?"