Capítulo 32: Chapter 31: The final order
Sarutobi, took a puff of his pipe, as the door to his office opened, revealing his silver haired, perverted student. "Wha'd you want old man? I was getting great research for my next issue." He said with a lecherous grin on his face.
Sarutobi sighed, Jiraiya's books were admittedly, quite addictive but still, such a blatant admittance that he was a perverted letch did not do well for either of their immages.
Not wanting to dawdle on Jiraiya's nature he simply took out a file and tossed it on his desk.
The pervert took a single look at the first page that held the picture of an all black Anbu with and scowled at the old man. It was the main reason Jiraiya stayed away from Konoha and the reason the relationship between master and student was so very strained.
He remembered that day. So did Sarutobi. It was not at all pleasant to recall.
"Sensei this is crazy, he's Minato's son!" Jiraiya said in outrage. In front of him was the third Hokage, standing above the crib of a newborn baby boy. The baby cooed and giggled up at the old mans wrinkled face.
"There is nothing I can do Jiraiya." The third said, his voice cold and unwavering, hiding his own sadness and anger at the decree of the council.
"Let me take him!" Jiraiya said stepping forward. "I can take him, we'll hide out until this whole thing just blows over. They'll never find us."
Sarutobi whipped his head around seeing the absolute seriousness in his old students eyes. It was heart warming really. Sarutobi was about to accept his proposal when his mind, ever analytical started wandering, thinking, immagining and deducing the outcome of such a course of action.
Should Jiraiya take the boy, the council would move to turn him into a missing nin, when Orochimaru had deserted it had been a struggle to keep his title, and standing as the Hokage. Some of his enemies on the council, such as Danzo, had said his teachings were the reason Orochimaru had turned from them, should Jiraiya as well leave, with what the council viewed as Konoha's weapon, they would push him to name him a missing nin.
And should he refuse…then that would only solidify Danzo's claim that his teachings drove the three most prestigious ninja of Konoha to leave, meaning they could and would force him to step down from his position and name another, one that would not hesitate in dealing with Jiraiya in order to recapture Konoha's living weapon.
He could live without his title. He could not live with his students being labeled traitors falsely. Even if that meant that this one would end up hating him.
He could live with that.
"I cannot allow you to do that?"
"What? Why the hell not!" Jiraiya said stepping up to him. "This is my student's son? The council wants to turn him into some tool. Don't tell me your actually gonna let it happen sensei."
He received no answer.
"Sensei…" He prodded again. His eyes then lit up with fury, he firmly grabbed the edges of the older mans cloak and lifted him a good foot and a half off the ground. "You son of a bitch! You owe him more than that!" He yelled in anger, barely holding himself back from striking his teacher, and leader outright..
Sarutobi felt his resolve crumbling, he owed Minato...they all did. He owed Naruto, that was true. But to curse the boy to a life on the run wasn't much better than this and at least with this choice, perhaps somewhere along the line he could set things right. But if Jiraiya continued, his resolve may very well crumble entirely, he had to end this now.
With firm hands, and unflinching gaze he gripped Jiraiya's wrists and pried him off. "Jiraiya, this is what the council has decided. It has been affirmed and this conversation is over. Uzumaki Naruto…belongs to Konoha now."
Jiraiya felt as if he had been kicked in the gut. His sensei, the man he had revered as the kindest, most gentle man he had ever known…was condoning this? "You…you don't mean that." He said shakily.
Sarutobi stared back at him, unflinchingly. "This conversation is over." He repeated. Like the sealing of a great iron door, Saruobi turned his back on his student, and stared down at the blond baby boy.
Jiraiya stared at his back in stunned disbelief before his face contorted into one of contempt. He spit on the floor at the old mans feet before turning and walking out the door.
Since that night, they scarcely talked, and each meeting was always laced with an underlying tension and they would both steer clear of any topic involving Minato or Naruto in any way. Jiraiya could count on one hand how many times they had met face to face in twelve years. He always just sent his messages by bird or chunin messenger.
For the old man to bring the boy up so blatantly, Jiraiya knew something was up.
His eyes lost all mirth and he stared straight into the old mans weary brown ones. "What?"
Sarutobi held back the urge to sigh and merely settled for taking a deep puff of smoke. He opened his eyes again and looked straight into Jiraiya's unflinchingly. "I want you to train him."
Jiraiya snorted. "For what? Your weapon needs more techniques? No thanks." He turned and made his way to the door. "Good bye Sarutobi." The old Hokage nearly winced at his tone, it was always either an affectionate 'old man' or a respectful 'sensei' never his name, especially not laced with such...contempt.
Sarutobi stood. "Jiraiya wait!" He called. "Please." He added after a moment.
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