socalfunplaces Chapter 37 Prophecy
Chapter 37 Prophecy
A plate of colorful insects was placed on the table and pushed in front of Jiraiya.
"The Great Sage hasn't woken up yet, let's wait a little longer, Jiraiya."
Jiraiya's eyes twitched as he stared at the various worms wriggling and twisting in the dish.
"Um... Master Shima, you eat, I'm not hungry yet."
"What? You're complaining about my cooking, you old woman?"
"No, how could that be? I really enjoy your cooking, and I'm not hungry anyway."
Zhima the toad puffed out his cheeks: "Eat it."
He pushed the plate further towards Jiraiya.
"After you finish eating, I'll take you to see the great immortal. Stop trying to be clever."
Jiraiya was so angry he wanted to cry. Who would be so kind as to eat insects?
But he couldn't refuse to eat it; Shima-sensei had a strange quirk—he loved watching others eat the worm feast he made.
"Little Jiraiya, not everyone can taste Shima's cooking. You'd better hurry up and eat it."
At the crucial moment, the long-bearded old toad Fukasaku delivered the final blow.
Jiraiya had no choice but to suppress the churning in his stomach and close his eyes.
A plate of worms slid down his esophagus into his stomach, and he could even feel the worms churning and struggling desperately in the stomach acid.
"Huff—"
He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, under the scrutinizing gaze of the two perverted old toads.
He swallowed the churning sensation a second time.
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
Before long, my stomach felt like it was on fire, and a surge of heat coursed through my body.
The natural energies that usually play hide-and-seek with him were clearly captured.
Unfortunately, as the heat dissipated, those natural energies disappeared again.
"How's it going? Did you catch it?"
Jiraiya nodded, then shook his head.
The two toads sighed and gave up trying to force the issue.
"Let's go, come with me to see the great immortal."
One man and two toads arrived at the deepest part of Miaomu Mountain.
A mountain was hollowed out and its interior was transformed into a vast space.
A giant toad, nearly a hundred meters long, lay sprawled on a stone chair, snoring loudly.
"Great Immortal, Jiraiya has arrived!"
The snoring continued, and the toad showed no sign of waking up.
Shima and Fukasaku chanted together: "Great sage, wake up!"
A rumbling sound echoed from within the mountain, the harmony reverberating and repeating in the space.
"Um!"
The giant toad immortal opened his eyes a crack, his gaze falling on the man and the two frogs through the gap.
"Oh, it's Jiraiya. You haven't left yet?"
Jiraiya's forehead looked as if several vertical lines had been pasted on it: "Great Sage, it has been a whole year since I last left."
The giant toad sage seemed to have regained consciousness, and his gaze gradually focused.
"Oh, time flies, I remember..."
I've forgotten; things from before are starting to blur again.
"Forget about the past, what brings you here this time?"
Jiraiya seized a rare moment of clarity in the Great Toad Sage and quickly raised the question that had been troubling him for a long time.
"Since I left last time, I have traveled almost all over the ninja world, but I still haven't found the world savior and destroyer that the sage spoke of."
I came here today to ask the sage, have you dreamt of even clearer images? Could you give me some more specific hints?
The immortal seemed lost in memories, and a full half hour passed.
"Jiraiya!"
"I am here."
"The future in the dream is blurry. The savior and the destroyer appear in Konoha at the same time. The two are born to represent two sides of the future. You understand what this means, right?"
Jiraiya nodded. The Great Sage's dream was easy to understand... The two futures represented two directions for the world.
As for how he will choose, that goes without saying.
His lifelong wish is for peace in the ninja world, so that people will no longer suffer the pain of war.
This is also his persistence—to find the person who made the prophecy.
The key question is, how do we find the two of them?
The fact that the two appeared in Konoha at the same time, even though it was just a blurry image, does not mean that the person in the prophecy was a Konoha ninja.
Thinking of this, Jiraiya, unwilling to give up, continued to press for answers:
"Great Immortal, do you have any more detailed hints?"
The Great Toad Sage fell asleep again, and Jiraiya waited patiently, knowing that each prophecy would consume a lot of the Great Sage's power.
The wait was short; just ten minutes later, the Great Toad Sage opened his eyes again.
Before Jiraiya could ask any further questions, it took the initiative to describe the chilling scene.
"The moon shatters, the earth groans, ninjas slaughter each other..."
The giant toad took a breath: "It's over. The ninja world is in turmoil. I saw... a raging flood that reached the sky. The destroyer was riding a five-colored dragon. I—I couldn't see what he looked like."
After saying this, the Toad Immortal immediately fell into a deep sleep and could not be woken up no matter what.
The great immortal revealed a lot of information this time.
Jiraiya keenly captured several key words: moon, great battle, flood, and five-colored dragon.
Although there is still no specific description of the two, this information is enough.
Konoha is still fighting on two fronts, so he can't disappear for too long.
After greeting Shima and Fukasaku, he dispelled the reverse channeling.
As soon as Jiraiya disappeared into the cave, the Great Toad Sage immediately woke up.
"Shima, Fukasaku!"
"Great Immortal, what are you doing...?"
The two seasoned old toads were taken aback, but wisely kept their mouths shut.
"The dream foretells that in the near future, the Destroyer will flatten the three sacred lands and completely banish chakra."
"Ah!" Shima exclaimed in surprise.
The sage's prophecy was terrifying.
It is important to know that Miaomu Mountain has existed for over a thousand years, enduring countless hardships yet still standing strong.
The strength of these toads is far greater than it appears.
But the sage's prophecies have never been wrong, which is why Shima is so distraught.
The giant toad immortal, no longer bewildered, stared at them with a stern expression.
He said, word by word, "The Destroyer has descended. Find him and make him vanish forever."
Shima finally snapped out of her shock: "Great Sage, why didn't you let Jiraiya have it...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Fukasaku interrupted him.
It grabbed its wife and assured the immortal, "I understand. Please rest assured, immortal, I will definitely find this demon."
The giant toad sage waved his hand with satisfaction, and after the two left, the space returned to silence.
after awhile.
"Hopefully it's not too late. It's good as it is now. Elemental cultivation is too dangerous."
After a few quiet chattering words, the sound of snoring filled the cave.
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It can be said that this meal was the most comfortable meal that Mo Jingxian and the other two had eaten in recent months.
The exotic cuisine was devoured by the three of them in a flash, leaving behind a mess on the table.
Mo Jingxian patted her bulging belly and exclaimed, "Awesome!"
No one laughed at him; the other two behaved much the same way.
I envied ninjas before I became one, but I only realized how much suffering they endured when I actually became one.
Needless to say, danger is a concern, and sometimes even a hot meal becomes a luxury.
After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, a problem arose when Mo Jingxian went to settle the bill.
The shopkeeper refused to accept his banknotes and instead threw a handful of crystals at him, telling him, "This is real money."
Without an exchange rate, the banknotes in his hands became worthless.
It's amazing that the currency in the ninja world is universally accepted, something even a three-year-old knows.
But today I suffered a setback.
Finally, it even alerted the local soldiers on patrol.
Mo Jingxian's eyes lit up when she saw a soldier followed by two puppets enter the restaurant.
The two humanoid puppets were far less sophisticated than the puppets in the hands of the Sand Ninja, but they were made of solid materials.
Its skeleton is made of ironwood, and its limbs are made of mixed metal. It can be controlled with only a small amount of chakra.
"Sir, these outsiders are dining and dashing."
The restaurant owner seemed to have seen a savior, and after the soldiers entered the room, he impeached several of them.
After the explanation, the soldier didn't make things difficult for the three, but they still had to pay.
Mo Jingxian took out the pincer insect puppet, which was usually treated as a toy.
The three of them escaped safely, and he was carrying a bag of crystals, about twenty in total.
He never expected that the trophy would be so valuable. Not only did he pay the bill, but the shopkeeper also refunded him the difference.
The aroma of wheat-flavored flatbreads and the lively dances fill this place with exotic charm.
The three of them walked around Moon Lake.
Gradually, Mo Jingxian's mind and body relaxed, and she completely broke free from the tense feeling of living in constant fear.
A gentle breeze carried the clear, melodious sound of wind chimes.
Mo Jingxian's sea of consciousness was unlocked, and his mastery of wind element advanced to the intermediate level.
The expectations I had once held were fulfilled so naturally and easily.
Feeling happy, everything seemed pleasing to the eye, and the three of them strolled around until dark.
In the hotel, the team shared a room and took turns resting.
Even in a safe environment, they did not forget their instincts as ninjas.
Once her strength had returned to its peak, Mo Jingxian stood up.
I'm going out for a bit.
"Should we accompany you?"
"No need, they should be back soon."
He didn't say what he was going to do, and neither of them asked any questions; everything happened naturally.
Mo Jingxian moved through the shadows where the moonlight couldn't reach, skillfully avoiding two patrolling soldiers.
In the afternoon, as he approached Moon Lake, he suddenly had a feeling, as if something was calling to him.
The summoning was intermittent, and he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.
Just now, the call resounded from the depths of my heart again, and it was very clear.
Driven by curiosity, he decided to find out for himself.
Mo Jingxian crossed the street and arrived near Moon Lake.
The bustling crowds of the day have dispersed, and the soft moonlight reflects on the lake.
A tent, its lights shining, appeared on the grassy slope by the lake.
Right there, the feeling of being summoned grew stronger and stronger, and Mo Jingxian even unconsciously took a step forward.
Take a deep breath.
Controlling that instinctive impulse, Mo Jingxian hid in the distance and observed for a while.
There was no danger; the tent seemed perfectly natural, peaceful and harmonious.
Since we're already here, we can't just stand there shivering in front of the door and then turn back.
Mo Jingxian steeled her resolve and decided to stop hiding, striding towards the tent.
The tent flap had been lifted, and the firelight inside spilled out, illuminating a small patch of grass in front of the door.
The owner inside seemed to know that guests were coming and had made preparations in advance.
Mo Jingxian slipped into the tent and found that there was only one person inside.
The next moment, the mysterious person draped in black veil suddenly spoke.
"Welcome, rebel chosen by fate!"