Jiraiya started asking straight to the point.

"Is it weird? No, it's quite sensible child?"

The third generation looked Jiraiya up and down, and the smell of barbecue was rushing to his nose. He suddenly realized and asked:

"Did you steal his chicken?"

Jiraiya's old face turned red...

"No, paid."

"Didn't you cheat?"

"Hmm? How did you know the old man?"

The third generation smiled unhappily and said

: "I also said that you didn't steal. The child regarded money as his life. If he stole his chicken, he would steal his money. If he didn't fight with you, he would recognize who you are."

Jiraiya fell into deep thought when she heard this, which means that this kid knew who he was the first time he met him?

So I haven't taken action?

"I paid! I'll give me his information tomorrow so I can see how to teach him."

The third generation took out a scroll and handed it to Jiraiya.

“…”

Jiraiya looked at the archive scroll in front of her and was a little autistic, obviously ready.
Chapter completed!