Spoiler at the beginning, Brother Tuzi, can you really open your eyes to this?

"Xonan?"

Jiraiya took a few steps closer, walked in front of Konan, and waved his palm, his eyes showing worry and concern:

"What's wrong? You seem to be acting weird."

"I...it's okay."

Xiaonan's voice was like the faint chirping of insects in the distance, almost drowned out by the wind and rain.

Her expression was complex and varied, like a canvas randomly splashed with ink of different colors.

She had indeed changed, to a point that even Sensei Jiraiya couldn't fully understand.

This change made her feel a sense of inexplicable fear and self-blame.

After a moment, she shook her head, her voice a little hoarse:

"Teacher Jiraiya, please go, we are doing well."

There is endless helplessness and sadness hidden in every syllable of her words.

"Grilled fish...we don't like it anymore."

As soon as Xiaonan finished speaking, he turned and left.

She had her back to Jiraiya and didn't even turn her head, as if she was deliberately trying to hide something.

Xiaonan cruelly wanted to cut off all contact with the man who once brought her new life.

The current Akatsuki organization has long deviated from its original path. Under their leadership, they have been provoking wars everywhere and capturing the tailed beasts.

These actions made Xiaonan feel guilty and painful.

Just as she turned around, a crystal clear drop of water slid silently down her smooth cheek.

It fell gently and disappeared into the mud beneath its feet.

Rain or tears, perhaps it makes no difference to her at this moment.

There was no turning back from the path they had embarked on.

"Xiao Nan!"

A sudden call from behind interrupted her steps.

That was Jiraiya's voice, with a hint of surprise, but more of concern and reluctance.

"This is not like you, Xiaonan. You used to be so warm and generous. Why do you seem so distant now?"

"Did you encounter any difficulties?"

Jiraiya had an unusually serious look on his face.

"I am your teacher. No matter what difficulties you encounter, you can tell me."

His tone became firmer, "I can help you solve the problem."

"I'm one of the three ninjas, the heroic Jiraiya! There's nothing I can't do!"

As he said this, Jiraiya laughed and struck a classic pose.

"Teacher..." Xiaonan's voice trembled, as if too many emotions burst out at this moment.

She tried to explain but felt her words were powerless.

Seeing this strong yet fragile girl standing in front of him again with tears streaming down her face, Jiraiya's heart suddenly softened.

He walked slowly to Xiaonan and gently stroked the other's wet hair.

"It's okay, you can tell me anything."

Jiraiya comforted gently.

Those warm and powerful hands seemed to be able to dispel all the darkness in the world and brought great comfort to Xiaonan.

Hearing these words, Xiaonan could no longer control the torrent of emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for so long, and he threw himself into the teacher's strong arms.

"teacher……"

Before he could finish saying the two words, he was already sobbing.

"I am. It is true that I neglected to support your growth during the teaching process."

Jiraiya hugged his apprentice tightly and whispered softly:

"But from now on, no matter what happens, the teacher will always be with you."

Feeling the warm power transmitted by the master, Xiaonan's tears flowed like a spring.

"I'm sorry, Jiraiya-sensei,"

She spoke in a halting manner:

"We have violated the goals and ideals that we set when we first established Akatsuki, and now we are deeply mired in sin and have done many wrong things..."

"It doesn't matter. As long as we work together and slowly make up for our mistakes, that's the best solution."

Jiraiya said firmly, "These problems will be overcome sooner or later."

However, when the topic touched upon a heavier name - Yahiko.

The originally stable emotions suddenly got out of control:

"And Yahiko...he passed away!"

When Xiaonan mentioned the name of this person who was once regarded as a spiritual leader, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

"This is a small matter. I can revive him."

"Um?!"

Xiaonan raised her face, which had been crying like a tabby cat, in surprise. Could it be that the teacher had such omnipotent abilities?

Under Konan's surprised gaze, Jiraiya scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Actually...it's not me, it's him!"

Jiraiya suddenly pointed at the man who had been doing push-ups since entering this place.

Konan looked in the direction Jiraiya was pointing.

I saw a figure in a green tights, who seemed to be unconcerned about the pouring rain, and was doing standard push-ups on the ground.

"he is?"

"Hidan!"

When Jiraiya said the name, Konan almost thought she had heard it wrong.

"Hidan?"

Before coming, she already knew that Jiraiya was accompanied by a Hidan.

This made both her and Nagato very confused.

But didn’t Hidan just go off on a mission with Kakuzu?

So since she arrived here, she has been looking for the image of the man with a scythe and a slicked-back hair.

Yet no trace of it could be found.

Xiaonan never expected that the person now called "Hidan" would be a strangely dressed person, which made Xiaonan very surprised.

"Hidan, stop practicing. There will be plenty of time for training later. Come on."

Jiraiya waved and shouted over there.

Hearing this, Xiaonan quickly broke free and tidied his appearance.

No matter which version of Hidan is standing before her, she must always maintain the dignity of a leader in the eyes of her subordinates.

Never let the other party see you so weak.

Fortunately, the drizzle now is continuous and can easily hide the traces of tears; I just need to tighten my expression again.

Hidan slowly stood up from the ground, and when he turned around, Konan was stunned -

That was definitely Feidan without a doubt!

But what about this bowl-lid hairstyle and this green outfit?

"Oi!"

The man waved hello.

"Reincarnation Eye?!"

Because Hidan's appearance changed so much, it was only then that Konan noticed the pair of mysterious Sharingan in his eyes.

The shock was extraordinary.

"Teacher Jiraiya, what's going on... Why did a second pair of Rinnegan appear?!"

As he spoke, he gently scratched his cheek with his fingertips and said vaguely:

"Uh... maybe he picked it up."

Xiaonan was full of disbelief: "Picked...picked up?"

"What do you mean by picked it up? This is the gift I received for my devout service to the Evil God." Feiduan corrected him sternly.

"Well, at least it can be used!" Jiraiya quickly changed the subject.

It is too difficult to talk about the complex background of parallel time and space, cross-dimensional communication groups, etc. The most important thing is to find a reason to solve the issue of Yahiko's resurrection first.

Faced with this sudden change, Xiaonan was speechless for a moment.

"All right……"

Although I understand that my teacher is likely hiding something, it no longer matters in the current situation.

As long as Yahiko can return and lead Akatsuki again, everything else can be ignored!

"Jiraiya-sensei, please follow me. I will take you to see Nagato."

After that, she gently led the way forward.

Finally got it done...

Seeing that the matter was resolved smoothly, Jiraiya secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Achievement achieved: Pass through the Rain Country without taking any damage!

On the other side, a ninja hiding outside the city gate couldn't help but tremble all over after seeing the three people's backs gradually going away.

"Shit, that person is actually Jiraiya, one of the three ninjas?!"

He looked down at the kunai in his hand, realizing how close he had come to fighting such a being alone.

"And they actually know the senior people in our village... It looks like we're done for."

Thinking that the long goalkeeping career in the future might be his only way out, the Rain Ninja couldn't help but feel despair about the future.

As for his fears and worries about the future, Jiraiya had actually already put them behind him.

Even if he still remembered, according to Jiraiya's personality, he would not deliberately make things difficult for such a small character.