Prologue
"Gaki I've told you, I don't have time to train you!"
The blond boy crossed his arms; he was wearing bland and orange clothing and had a look that was a combination of anger and disgusting across his face.
"You are just going to do your perverted "research" ero-sennin!" He said.
"It's important research! I depend on my books to support myself."
"Why do you need money? You are just stealing mine anyway." The boy said.
"It's to help you avoid the ninja vices and is for your own good."
"So then why do you steal my money to go and spend it on women, sake and gambling? Shouldn't you set a good example?"
"You already know what's right and wrong, I'm just helping you by removing the means to bad conduct and thus I shoulder these sins for you."
"Whatever you lousy old pervert." He grumbled.
"What was that Gaki? I didn't hear you!"
"I said, WHATEVER YOU LOUSY OLD PERVERT!" The boy now screamed in the old man's face. Quite a few people turned their heads to look at the scene.
"I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT MY BOOKS ARE WELL RESPECTED BEST SELLERS AND THEY REQUIRE A LOT OF WORK!" The white haired oldie retorted.
"Yea!? I Bet I can write a much better book than you can!" The boy said in a little lower voice.
"Really? Then how about a bet gaki?"
"Bring it you old toad's butt!"
"Don't call me that!" The man yelled.
"Whatever. If I win you will have to train me, and I don't mean you sending me to the hotel room doing pushups while you peep on women, you will have to act like a real sensei."
"And if I win you, gaki, will have to address me with the respect I deserve. That is, Jiraya-sensei or sensei. No more ero-sennin!"
"Deal!" The boy said reaching out his hand.
"Deal!" The man said.
"So… when should the bet over?"
"In one year, I already have a publisher we can go through and if your book sells more than mine you win." The man said.