Jiraiya feels like I've been living in a dream lately:

There are Naruto and his wife who are filial to him, and Boruto brothers and sisters who respect him, which makes him, a lonely old man in his fifties, really feel what it is to be a family joy.

On top of that, he also has a gentle version of the dream goddess Tsunade by his side.

Although Jiraiya also knew that all this should have belonged to another him, the dead Jiraiya.

But he was reluctant to break this somewhat illusory happiness, and Tsunade was even more unwilling.

Two people from different worlds just maintain a wordless and subtle tacit understanding, and at the same time maintain a restrained distance between friends and lovers.

At this moment, Jiraiya and Tsunade are sitting in the house of adult Naruto, in order to attend Boruto's parent-teacher conference as a special elder.

This is the proposal of adult Naruto, who wants his Jiraiya-sensei to see his child's growth.

Tsunade readily agreed:

Although she is still young in appearance, she also has to admit that she is old.

For a woman of her age, being able to attend the grandchildren's parent-teacher conference with her "lover" can almost be said to be the greatest happiness.

So everyone tacitly agreed not to mention the true origin of this self-come, but just immersed themselves in the happiness of making up for regrets.

Boruto also tidied up his clothes under the supervision of his mother, Hinata, and the parent-teacher meeting before graduation is not a trivial matter in Hinata's eyes, and must be treated with caution.

The adult Naruto was still a model worker in the office, and the young Naruto and Sakura, who also lived in this room, also went out to visit the street market of Shin-Konoha.

At this moment, there were only two people sitting in the huge living room of the Seven Generations Hokage Family, Jiraiya and Tsunade, but it seemed a little empty.

But the atmosphere here is not cold, and Jiraiya and Tsunade have been talking and laughing all the time, as if there is endless talk.

Although they come from two worlds, decades of shared experiences and memories are not fake, enough to provide two nostalgic older people with a lot of conversation.

The two chatted hotly, and the topic coincidentally talked about the memories of the psychic beasts they had contracted with the Holy Land.

Jiraiya laughed:

"Speaking of which, when I taught Naruto the psychic technique a few years ago, I was taken around by the toad Bunta."

"As a result, Wentai didn't see the person who settled clearly, and was punched back to Miaomu Mountain by you standing on the ground."

"After he went back, he lay on the ground for more than ten days and still couldn't straighten his waist..."

Because of the small tacit understanding between the two of them, the names they use to each other in their conversations are all "you" by default.

Tsunade suddenly fell silent, and her pretty face, which had been a little ruddy and shiny, stiffened a little.

The corners of her mouth twitched for a long time, and finally said with some loss:

"That Tsunade, it's not me..."

Jiraiya's smile also froze on his face, and his voice instantly fell: "I'm sorry..."

The relationship between the two at the moment is like a beautiful bubble woven with fantasy and tacit understanding.

Once it occasionally encounters something sharp like this, it will shatter into a phantom mist flower in mid-air.

There was silence.

Tsunade turned his head suddenly, and asked inexplicably:

"Jiraiya, if you find a way back..."

There was a faint hint of anticipation in her eyes: "Will you go back?" ”

The question is strange: as a de facto stranger, is there a way to return to one's hometown?

But Jiraiya understood.

Zilai didn't think much about it, and a relieved smile appeared on his face, and the smile carried his determination as always:

"Yes! Because Tsunade is still there. ”

"Hmph..."

Tsunade snorted lightly, the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, and he was a little moved in his frustration:

"Sure enough, you're the crane tail I know, right..."

She pursed her lips tightly, and a bit of youthful shyness gradually appeared on her young face, and the crimson cheeks and bright blonde hair contrasted with each other, creating a seductive picture.

Eventually, Tsunade said with some difficulty, "So, what if you can't go back?" ”

"Will you..."

The second half of the sentence quietly disappeared into Tsunade's gnat-like whisper.

This kind of style of the little daughter's family rarely appears in Tsunade, who is a representative of a strong woman.

Jilai was also stunned, he understood this half of the words.

After a short thought, he finally said with some hesitation: "I want to... I guess so..."

The flush on Tsunade's face grew a little thicker, and a beautiful atmosphere gradually filled the air.

"Grandpa Jiraiya! Let's go! ”

The delicate atmosphere was broken by the crisp voice of a teenager, who was already fully dressed, and his mother, Hinata, was gently putting her hand on his shoulder.

Tsunade hurriedly restrained the soft emotions revealed, and instantly returned to the normal strong woman mode of the Goyome Hokage.

Boruto broke free from Hinata's arms directly, and pounced on Jiraiya very closely, looking very clingy.

Although Jiraiya has only been with Boruto for just over a week, Jiraiya, who once single-handedly brought out Boruto's father and Boruto's grandfather, is obviously profoundly accomplished in children's education, and has effortlessly won the hearts of the third generation of yellow-haired Boruto.

Compared to his father Naruto, who is busy with work all year round, Boruto is more approachable to him because of his thoughtfulness, kindness and humor.

What's more, Boruto, who inherited his father Naruto's unique secret technique since he was a child, has a lot of topics with Jiraiya.

Jiraiya stood up with a smile and took Boruto's hand, and beckoned Tsunade to walk out of the room shoulder to shoulder, a warm family picture.

Hinata, the real mother, silently followed behind the three of them, looking at this scene with a smile on her face:

This is the picture that his husband is looking forward to the most, but at this time it has been realized in a peculiar way.

And the combination of Jiraiya and Boruto is also very harmonious, which makes Hinata's mother feel very gratified.

The two walked and chatted, the atmosphere was very active, and the laughter echoed on the street, which really looked like a bit of harmony between grandparents and grandchildren, sharing the joy of family.

chatted excitedly, but Boruto suddenly showed off to Jiraiya with a proud face, completely forgetting that his mother was still following closely behind him:

"Grandpa Jiraiya!"

"Last time, after your guidance, I have already cultivated the secret technique passed down by my father to a higher level!"

As he spoke, Boruto's face couldn't help but glow:

Although he was young, he had caught up with his father's pace in the study of this secret technique, and independently developed an advanced version of the harem cage technique.

Once this technique is unleashed, it can put the enemy in an embarrassing situation surrounded by warm fragrant nephrite, and the three-pronged combination of touch, smell, and vision is very powerful.

At least, the veteran shadow-level powerhouse, the three ninjas' Jiraiya, was defeated as soon as he encountered Boruto's move.

Hinata, who was following behind, suddenly froze with a smile on his face:

Wait a minute...

A secret technique passed down from my father...

Isn't it Naruto's faint soul, the harem technique that he taught Boruto before...

As soon as he thought of this, Hinata couldn't help but feel a gloomy aura around him.

Jiraiya's eyes glowed golden, and a rippling smile couldn't help but appear on his face:

"Oh?"

"Boruto, you're so talented?"

"It's not in vain that I have specially passed on my secret manuscript that has never been published!"

What the?!

You old bastard, you still show that kind of manuscript to my lovely son?

When it comes to the ideological education of her precious son, Hinata, who is already a mother, can't be gentle.

Hinata's fists clenched suddenly, and his face couldn't help but burst out with white eyes, and his heart had already rehearsed a complete set of Bagua Sixty-four Palms and Soft Step Double Lion Fists, and finally floated two Bagua empty palms in the air.

Not...

Hinata forcibly suppressed the restlessness of his fists, and silently said in his heart:

Calm... Calm... It's not my character...

Hinata breathed a long sigh of relief, and once again entered the mode of a gentle mother and a virtuous wife.

Hinata suddenly felt a little envious of her mother-in-law, Kushina, whom she had never met-

It would be great if I could be like her and punch this old man out of the door with a punch...