pertwk Chapter 23 Jiraiya: Where are my legs?
Chapter 23 Jiraiya: Where are my legs?
"Your Majesty is mighty, you are the Kami of the New World! The great Kami! After you become the god of the New World, I hope to become the god of wealth, who controls all the world's riches!"
Kakuzu, who had been lying on the ground in despair, stood up, raised his hands to Nagato, and looked excited. How could he not be excited? The world was destroyed, and the money he had earned was meaningless. But if a new era could be ushered in, then money would have meaning again. As a money-loving person, it was normal for Kakuzu to be so excited.
Aside from Kakuzu, even Orochimaru breathed a sigh of relief. Who would want to die if they could survive?
Orochimaru still has a bright future ahead of him, there are countless ninjutsu he hasn't learned yet, and his longevity techniques haven't been fully perfected. Who the hell would want to be buried with that old guy Danzo Shimura like this?
Danzo, you evil old devil, why did you have to provoke the Uchiha clan?
Beside them, Black Zetsu and Obito stood in a dark corner, looking at Nagato with ambiguous expressions.
"A Kami of the New World? Haha, that's hilarious! Nagato, when I become a real Kami and create a world with Rin, you can continue being your Kami in your dreams, hehe!"
Obito Uchiha sneered inwardly. Looking at Nagato's current state, he was eagerly anticipating Nagato's expression, which he imagined would be quite amusing.
"Heh, Obito, you idiot. I could tell you were mocking Nagato the moment I saw you. LOL. Do you really think you're free too? Heh, creating a world with Rin..."
Black Zetsu looked at Obito Uchiha with a cold smile. Obito's life didn't belong to him at all; it could be sacrificed when necessary to revive Madara Uchiha.
Shortly afterward, the meeting ended, and Orochimaru and the others all left the conference room.
"I have to go and see what's going on in Konoha right now..."
Orochimaru rushed towards Konoha. Although he had heard Nagato's account in the meeting room, and it seemed very serious and terrifying, he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. Who knew what was going on? What if it was just a misjudgment by Nagato and the others?
It's not impossible. In any case, he needs to go and see for himself before he can truly feel at ease and proceed according to Nagato's plan.
Besides Orochimaru, the other members of Akatsuki were also heading towards Konoha. Although Nagato and the others spoke with great conviction, some things could only be truly believed once they saw them with their own eyes.
After all, this kind of thing is too subversive and outrageous. It's like a goddess who usually looks pure and innocent. If a simp doesn't see it with his own eyes, how can he believe that the goddess in his heart is actually a bitch in someone else's hands?
Hearing the panting, you might actually think they're running.
……
"Lord Jiraiya, you've finally woken up."
Inside the hospital room, Jiraiya lay on the bed in a daze, while Nara Shikaku and the others stood by the window, watching him.
"I'm back. It wasn't a dream after all..."
Jiraiya felt as if he were having a dream. In the dream, his teacher died, the people of Konoha fled Konoha like stray dogs, a monster appeared, he ran over to defeat the monster, and then he fell down.
In the end, he didn't even know what the monster looked like. He only knew that it was a monster created because that old bastard Danzo Shimura attacked the Uchiha clan.
Haha, how could he have such a nonsensical and inexplicable dream? How could Konoha be destroyed? How could the world be destroyed? Could it be that he recently spied on other people taking baths and messed up his brain?
He's awake now; it wasn't a dream at all.
"How are they?"
Jiraiya lowered his head, seemingly recalling the time when his comrades fought desperately to keep him alive. In the end, he didn't even know the names of those ninjas.
"You're dead, Jiraiya-sama. When we found you, the other bodies were already completely stiff."
"Where's the body? Has it been brought back?"
"no."
Why?
"We couldn't find them. By the time we went over to retrieve the bodies, we couldn't even see them anymore."
Jiraiya fell silent, his heart filled with immense self-reproach, regret, and pain.
Even though Fukasaku and Shiken had advised him against going, he still went. He overestimated himself and ended up making others bear the consequences. He overestimated himself and underestimated the monster that the Great Toad Sage called a disaster.
If he hadn't insisted on doing it his own way...
In reality, if it were just a few Konoha ninjas who died, Jiraiya wouldn't be so heartbroken and grieved. But the problem is, their deaths were meaningless; they were merely paying the price for his mistakes, sacrificing their lives to keep him alive.
In the end, he accomplished nothing, not even seeing Uchiha Tsuki's face. He crawled back like a dog, like a piece of trash.
"Everyone, please leave. I need some peace and quiet..."
Shortly afterward, everyone present left.
Jiraiya was left in the ward, lost in thought. A short while later, he pulled back the covers. He had felt something was wrong earlier, but he was too immersed in grief to notice. Although he felt something was wrong with his body, very wrong, as if he couldn't feel his calves, he hadn't really taken it seriously. It must have been some kind of special surgery or treatment. Now, as he pulled back the covers, everything went black.
"Where are my legs? Where did my legs go? Legs, where are you? I'm right here, where are you? Have you become invisible?"
Jiraiya was shocked, then panicked. He instinctively reached out to touch where his legs should have been, thinking they might be invisible or not severed. But he found nothing; his legs were really gone.
He, Jiraiya, one of the Legendary Sannin of Konoha, is now crippled.
"Lord Jiraiya, you're finally awake!"
Just then, a medical ninja walked in, came to Jiraiya's side, and told him why his legs had disappeared again.
It's quite simple. Although Jiraiya was eventually rescued, a part of his body had stayed in that area for too long, causing the cells that made up his lower leg to lose energy and die completely. As a result, amputation was the only option.
Besides this news, there's another piece of news...