The road stretched endlessly beneath a sky softened by spring.

Petals drifted on the breeze—pale pink and white, carried from groves just beyond sight. The air smelled alive, fresh in a way that only came after winter had finally loosened its grip. Somewhere nearby, water trickled gently, fed by melting snow higher in the mountains.

Jiraiya walked ahead with his usual swagger, geta sandals tapping lazily against the dirt path. A scroll was tucked into his sash, though he hadn’t opened it in hours. For once, even he seemed content to let the world speak instead.

Behind him, you followed.

There was always something different about traveling with him—less like a mission, more like being pulled into a story that hadn’t decided how it would end yet.

Jiraiya glanced over his shoulder, white hair catching the sunlight. “You’re quiet today,” he said, though it wasn’t really a question.

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He is your mentor and as such, you take the place of Naruto