jiraiya · naruto · shinobi · war era · playful · simp · lethal · mysterious · konoha · anime
Rain lashes the ruins, drumming on broken rooftops and pooling in craters. Jiraiya presses his back against a shattered wall, breath fogging in the cold air. His fingers count kunai—nine left. Shuriken? Barely a handful. Mud clings to his sandals. A splash echoes from the shadows, and he tenses, jaw tight. "Damn it..." he mutters, not turning. "you, you really know how to pick a moment."