"Hah... There weren't any beautiful women at the baths it seems." Jiraiya grumbled as he walked through the hallways of Chaldea in a defeated manner. "Now I won't have anything to help inspire me..."
To few, he was the most disgusting man on the planet. To many others, he is the worlds most greatest author! He spent many hours and days planning to plot and story of his 'Icha Icha' series to satisfy the reading lust inside all of his readers! The most graphic of content could be found within his books, rocketing him to the number one author in the entire elemental nations.
Truly, he was a hero in the community. Every single day, he risked his life and limbs to find the most purest of inspiration for his novels!
And the best place he has found to jog his memory just so happens to be...
...The public bathhouse.
It was the best place to jog his memory for the female protagonists in his story. As he found in his intelligence gatherings, many beautiful ladies always flocked towards the bathhouse like sheep every day no matter where they were. It was like flies being attracted to a fire if the flies just so happened to be mature sexy ladies.
Of course, he never peeped on less mature women. He did have standards after all. A super pervert he may be, he didn't believe in going that far by peeping on girls that were less than eighteen years old. It was the super pervert code that he always held dear to his entire life. That's what always separated the regular perverts from the connoisseurs
Since there weren't any women at the bathhouse, he decided to go off and explore the rest of Chaldea. He hadn't really paid attention much to the entirety of the facility since he made a straight book towards the bathhouse and ignored everything else. Now that he wasn't busy trying to find nirvana, he could actually appreciate what the facility had to offer.
So far, he hadn't encountered a single person through his trek. From what he learned from Gabby's explanation of the facility, most servants don't usually stay up after late ours because they enjoy sleep despite not having any need for it. It was a simple pleasure that they enjoyed to remind themselves that they were alive once.
Then there were those who stayed up without sleep. The servants who did were mostly the Caster class servants, which consisted of authors and magi who worked on their craft tirelessly. Most of them were workaholics, which initially worried many in fear that they would do something crazy in the middle of the night during their work, but nothing of the like had occurred so they just decided to let them work as long as they promised not to be too loud.
Along with the workaholics, there were the 'dogs' as Gabby would put it. Those usually consisted of the Berserker class servants or servants that loved to fight whenever they got the chance. Those were the ones who flocked towards the training ground and sparred through the night. Unlike the Casters, there were many complaints from the employees about not being able to sleep with the sound of battle raging next door. As such, the Caster class servants erected a boundary field around the area to trap all the noise inside and let people sleep in peace.
He was no stranger to working through the night, but he contemplated slightly on heading back to is room. Nothing was going on and he hadn't seen a single woman yet. He should just cut his losses and wait for tomorrow. Just as he was prepared to head back to his room, he heard a voice from behind him.
"Hey, old man. You lost or something?"
Jiraiya's eyes narrowed with a frown as those words reached his ears. Turning around, he found a young blue haired male leaning against the wall with a carefree look on his face. "Old man? Pushing the young fifties isn't old, kid."
"Young fifties? Oh man, you're older than what I originally thought. You're not as old as Teacher, though." The man smirked, causing Jiraiya's frown to deepen.
"What do you want, dog? Don't you have anything better to do other than bark at some old man?" He asked, calling him the first animal that popped into his head immediately.
This time, it was the blue haired man's turn to frown.
"Don't call me dog." He growled.
"Then don't call me old." Jiraiya replied, not at all fazed by the man's threat. The two of them glared at each other for a couple of seconds before the man suddenly grinned.
"Seems you've got a backbone. How about a little spar? I haven't seen someone like you in my time here, so I can only assume that you're a newbie. This'll be a great time for us to get to know each other." The man said with a grin.
"Hoh? You wish to challenge the mystical toad sage? Very well, but do not plan for me to go easy on you, dog." Jiraiya said with a grin, enjoying another look of annoyance from the man.
"My name is Cu Chulainn! I'm Irelands Child of Light summoned into the Lancer Class! Seriously, stop calling me a dog!" Cu growled, resisting the urge to deck the man across the face and stab at him repeatedly with Gae Bolg.
"Hm? But you bark like a rabid dog." Jiraiya said innocently, causing the man to literally turn red in the face from rage.
Needless to say, people would be complaining about loud bantering in the hallways the next morning.
"So what are the conditions for this bout?" Jiraiya asked as they finally entered the training facility. Broken dummies littered the area, showing signs of recent use but no one else was in sight.
"Well, our masters have a few base rules when it comes to sparring." Cu said as he pointed over to a bill board that was hanging on the wall with numerous papers stapled and tacked to the front. "Those are just the rules that are put in place to make sure that no one gets themselves killed during the spars. You can read them if you want, but they can usually be summed up into: No usage of extreme noble phantasms, and to not strike with the intent to kill."
"So... Basic sparring rules." Jiraiya deadpanned.
"Basically." Cu shrugged as he flipped a switch and the overhead lights switched on at the right side of the facility. "You'd be surprised how many people don't actually follow them, though. We nearly had 2 other servants kill each other during their spar, which was honestly just a duel to the death at that point." He pointed over to a large glass pane on the ceiling that showed the outside blizzard. "See that pane? It was originally a hole that was blasted open by a noble phantasm after one of the servants got angry and started acting like a four year old."
"I see..." Jiraiya muttered as he stared up at the pane.
"Well, you don't have to worry much with me. My spear can be an Anti-Army noble phantasm, but I don't really use that form much. This place is too cramped for me to utilize something like that anyway." Cu shrugged as he materialized a long red spear in his hands, which Jiraiya could tell was his noble phantasm.
"So let's get on with this spar, shall we? I do hope an old man like you can keep up." Cu said with a grin as he adopted a stance.
Jiraiya smirked. "Oh trust me. This man has more than a few tricks up his sleeves."
"Then come on!" Cu yelled as he flashed forward in a burst of speed and gave a simple forward thrust, which Jiraiya simply danced out of the way of using his Shinobi instincts. He never really used weapons, and not many Ninja were known to use spears during combat, but he certainly knew the basics when it came to dealing with spearmen.
He deflected a stab towards his shoulder by striking below the point and launching a kick towards Cu's unprotected stomach. Seeing this, the spearman quickly pulled backwards and blocked the strike with his spear. However, the force of the kick was more than enough to push him backwards without him having a proper stance.
Spinning backwards, he used the momentum of his kick to right himself once again and began charging in an erratic zigzag patter, trying to throw Jiraiya off his game by using speed.
Jiraiya just smirked and stood there with his arms crossed as he watched Lancer charge forward to attempt another strike. Suddenly, his hair began to writhe like a living thing and expand before it suddenly-
"Needle Hell!"
Cu's eyes widened in surprise as Jiraiya's hair suddenly puffed outwards in a huge white mass that covered most of his head. He brought up his spear in surprise as Jiraiya's hair began shooting outwards at the pace of a gatling gun. Stopping in his tracks, he took back his stance and began twirling his spear in an effort to deflect the white needles of death. He struck most of them down with his lance, but he winced slightly in pain as he felt several needles pierce his arms and legs.
He would have to quickly end this. The hairs were certainly dangerous and practically prevented escape with the extreme firing speed and range, but they broke easily against his lance. He just needed some cover to give him a brief respite for a counterattack.
Quickly using his free hand, he utilized one of the runes his teacher had taught him. Tracing a rune into the air, it suddenly bursted into flames and expanded as a wall of fire in front of him. As the hair needles came into contact with the flames, they immediately burnt up mid-flight from the scorch and heat.
Stopping his hail of projectiles, Jiraiya whipped his hair back with a smug grin, which shrunk down back to its original size. "Ha ha! How do you like that? That was just a small taste of the power of the toad sage!"
"Surprising." Lancer muttered as he plucked the needles out of his arms and legs. "An interesting technique, but I now know about it. I won't be taken by surprise a second time."
"Let us see then, Dog." Jiraiya grinned.
Cu roared as he charged forward, resuming his thrusts and swipes while Jiraiya simply responded with prancing out of the way comically. For a person who had the body of a fifty year old man, he was performing movements and maneuvers that no old man should have been able to do.
What intrigued him most was the man's class. He didn't show any weapon to qualify for the three knight classes. And while the Archer class doesn't necessarily mean that you'd have to have a bow and only an ability to attack from long range, the man didn't have to tact of an Archer.
He rolled to the side as Jiraiya's foot suddenly slammed into the place he had been earlier, cracking the floor with his kick and throwing smoke everywhere. Quickly getting to his feet, he charged straight through the smoke with the intent to immediately get back into close quarters combat.
He suddenly skidded to a stop, however, when he was simply met with empty space as he charged straight through the other side. Looking around in confusion, he could no longer see the old man.
"Oi... Did you chicken out?" Cu spoke out loud as he circled around the room, keeping his guard up. "Kinda cowardly if you ask m-"
His ears perked up as a faint sound reached his ears. Twisting around, he blocked a point black kunai that had been aimed perfectly straight at his shoulder. He frowned as he recognized what the weapon was, seeing the same kind being used by Kotaro Fuuma, an Assassin class servant who he practiced with from time to time.
"A ninja, eh? So I guess that makes you part of the Assassin class." Cu spoke as he placed his foot on the knife and carefully crushed it, not willing to leave it alone in the open. "Luckily, I have ways with dealing with people like you."
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small stone with a tracking rune on it. Once he threw it on the ground, it would immediately search out the target in his mind without fail.
He poured a bit of prana into the stone and quickly dropped it before retaking a stance to make sure he wasn't taken by surprise. He watched the stone shake by his foot for several moments before it suddenly stopped. Frowning, he gently prodded the rock with his foot.
"Stupid thing... did I draw the rune wrong?" Cu grumbled as he poked the rock with his foot. He suddenly froze up in shock as he felt a warm breath on his shoulder and a whisper in his ear.
"No... I'm just right behind you."
He didn't even get the chance to spin around before he felt something smash into the back of his neck, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head and to crumple to the ground in a heap.
Jiraiya materialized out of thin air, turning off his 'Transparent Escape Technique'. A stealth technique he had created in order to help infiltrate important places like the women's bathhouse.
He smirked at the compromising position that Cu's body found itself in. Ass up, and head down with a bit of drool coming out of his mouth. He thought about moving his body to a more dignified position, but he let it be.
That's what he gets for calling him old man, young punk.
Cu snapped his eyes open with a yelp of pain as he felt someone kick him in the side, quickly waking him up as he flared up with pain.
"What the hell?!" Cu groaned as he rolled around on the floor in pain. Looking up, he found himself staring at the cross look of a familiar purple haired woman. "Scathach?!"
"Suck it up, Setanta. And what did I tell you about using my name? Call me Teacher. You're not my better." Scathach, the immortal warrior of the land of shadows, said with an annoyed look on her face. "I was having a good day today, you know? I didn't run into Medb in the hallways and have to deal with her bitchy whining, but then I find YOU here in the gym all alone with your head down and ass up first thing in the morning! So before you wipe yourself off, why don't you explain what you were doing before this?"
"Thanks for your concern..." Cu muttered as he stood up and rolled his head from side to side, trying to relieve the stiffness in his neck. "I was roaming around in the halls last night, you know? I couldn't just go to bed after I was called off of the strike team, so I was looking to see if anyone wanted to do a quick spar and I ran into this old guy and we challenged each other to a good beatdown."
"Did you get his name?"
"Well..."
"You have got to be kidding me... you didn't even get his name?" Scathach asked with a facepalm.
"Hey it wasn't my fault! I was in the middle of a match!" Cu argued.
"One that you lost." Scathach said with a sigh. Certainly, this was her prized pupil. "It doesn't matter. Just get his name the next time you see him. I'm sure a dog like you will be able to at least recognize a familiar face."
"Sure I will. After all, he's the second oldest person I've seen here." Cu said with a grin.
"Really? Whose the first?" Scathach asked curiously.
"You of course!"
Everyone who planned to enter the training ground wisely chose to come back another time as a purple and red blur chase a screaming Cu across the field.
"Really? You just had to get into a fight on the first day?" Kakashi asked as he sat with Jiraiya in Salon de Marie, who had an amused look on his face as he looked out the window and watched the sun rising over the horizon past the crisp cold weather.
"Don't act like you actually care, Kakashi." Jiraiya said, earning a shrug in response. "The young brat had it coming. He should know better than to be rude to their elders."
"Still, was it wise to leave him there like that? What do you think people will think when they see him?"
Jiraiya's face grew distant as he picked up his tea cup. "Oh..."
"I'M SORRY!" Cu screamed as he curled up into a fetal position with his hands covering his face.
"SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!" Scathach screamed as she kicked Cu's form at speeds that would make a minigun look like a turtle in comparison.
"SOMEONE HELP ME!"
"SHUT UP AND SQUEAL YOU UNGRATEFUL BOY!"
"I'm sure he's fine." Jiraiya shrugged as he picked up his tea cup and gave it a sip, surprisingly satisfied with the taste. "This tea is unusually good... What do they call it?"
"I don't know. I just asked Marie for green tea and this was what she gave me. Apparently the person who works in the kitchen is incredible at his job and is control of all meals in the facility. Why don't you ask him?"
"Later. I'm still getting used to this new setting we've found ourselves in." Jiraiya said as he looked around. "I've always believed that the elemental nations wasn't the entirety of the world, but it is quite amazing to see how big the world actually is. Did you see the world map in the library? There are places just as big as the elemental nations!"
"Not surprising. I remember a mission dealing with a couple of foreigners who didn't seem to be from the nations, but from some other different place on boats." Kakashi said, remembering one of the missions team 7 took when they were all just naive youngsters.
"Yes... Good times." Jiraiya mused as he placed his cup down. "By the way, Kakashi. It may seem a little bit odd, but you seem quite different from what I remembered of you."
"Hm? In what way?" Kakashi asked.
"Well for starters, you always used tp have your headband covering that left eye of yours to hide your trademark sharingan, but you don't seem to have it. What, did you loose it or something?" Jiraiya asked curiously.
"Well... Sort of." Kakashi admitted, touching his left eye with a small wince as he recalled what had happened. "I lost it in a battle against the last two remaining members of the Akatsuki after you died. The entire battle is really too long for me to put into words, but it pretty much decided to fate of the entire world." Kakashi said as he scratched his head. "Turns out my friend, Obito Uchiha, was the instigator of the entire thing and the final member of the Akatsuki."
"Obito?" Jiraiya echoed, drumming his fingers on the table. "Where have I heard that name before..."
"Does he seriously not remember me? The old prune really is senile."
"You barely talked with him when he was around." Kakashi thought, recalling the few times that Minato would occasionally cut their training sessions short to talk with Jiraiya, whom they never actually interacted other than occasional glimpses.
"Ah! That's right! Wasn't he your teammate? Kushina's favorite student? The ditz of the squad with the weird goggles? Died under a boulder?" Jiraiya asked, recalling the description Minato told him when he bragged about his team.
"Why that old wrinkled ballsack! I'm gonna-"
"Well, you're right about most of it." Kakashi said, quickly cutting off the connection with the Uchiha, lest he hear more angry drivel. "Turns out he didn't die under a boulder and managed to survive when he was saved by an old Madara Uchiha who nursed him back to health and personally groomed him into a tool of destruction to cary out his plan to revive him and create the ideal world."
"So... you're saying that your former friend actually planned to revive the most dangerous person to ever live for the sake of world peace?"
"Pretty much, yeah." Kakashi nodded, causing Jiraiya to sigh and rub his head.
"Conflict no matter the era. We really lived in a messed up time." Jiraiya grumbled. "The loss of your eye is going to be a slight hinderance. You've always relied on the Sharingan when you fought against strong opponents. Without it, it'll take some getting used to."
"No... Not really." Kakashi said as he closed his eyes.
"Eh? Why?" Jiraiya asked curiously.
"Because... of deus ex machina." Opening his eyes, Kakashi revealed that his usual black eyes have morphed into the Mangekyō Sharingan.
"W-what is this?!" Jiraiya asked as he leaned across the table, observing both of the eyes carefully. "These patterns... The mangekyō sharingan?! How did you even get this?!"
"You know how Obito gave me his right eye before he died, right? Well, later in the war he turned his back on Madara and defected to our side. Just in time too, because that's when Madara was taken over by a rabbit goddess." Kakashi explained.
"What the F-"
"I know, just listen. Later on, Obito ended up dying and gave me his soul or whatever so we could fight the goddess. That wore off later though, so it was only temporary."
"Wait... So that means that you and him are now..."
"One person? Yeah, pretty much. He's inside my head right now, with me as the dominant conscious."
"So... He's inside of you?"
"...Yes."
"But-"
"He merged with me during the summoning."
"Yes, but how?"
"Magic."
"Okay, but-"
"Because the power of friendship you f****** potato." Kakashi deadpanned.
Jiraiya sighed and rubbed his head. This was more than what his brain could handle right now. He was gonna have to go to the archives later and see if he could find a book on Kakashi's and Naruto's exploits. Kami knows that he has a lot of reading to do.
"Well... tell him I said hello."
"Put a sock in it, old man."
"He heard." Kakashi said as he looked down at his cup of coffee, which he had yet to touch and was slowly getting colder. "Well... I guess I should hurry up and drink this already."
Grabbing the cup with his right hand, he began raising the glass to his mouth while also using his left hand to grip the mask so he could pull it down a bit so he could just get a single drink of cof-
Him and Jiraiya suddenly froze as a sudden sound resembling thunder shook the room. Looking outside, the snowstorm had picked up speed as several dark clouds materialized in the distance into a swirling vortex.
"By Kami... What is going on?" Jiraiya muttered as he stood up. "Could this be an enemy?"
"Wait..." Kakashi said as he stood up and activated the Mangekyō Sharingan. Peering closely, he watched as a sliver of six paths chakra wormed out of the sky. Using his incredible super vision, he could also make out another shape descending through the clouds and disappearing behind the mountains, impacting with enough force to cause a mini-earthquake to occur.
"What did you see, Kakashi?" Jiraiya asked, giving Kakashi an inquisitive look.
Kakashi just closed his eyes with a small smile.
"An old friend."
Servant Stat Sheet:
Class: Assassin
Master: Gudao, Gabby
Identity: Jiraiya
Titles: The Pervert Without Equal, The Legendary Toad Sage, Third of the legendary Sannin.
Sex: Male
Height/weight: 191.2 cm/87.5 kg
Alignment: Lawful good
Strength: B+
Endurance: B+
Agility: A+
Mana: A
Luck: B
Noble Phantasm: A
Abilities and Skills:
Presence Concealment: A
The Capacity to hide from others by becoming one with the world. As one of the three legendary sannin and has experience running a large intelligence network, this rank is just as high as Kakashi.
Chakra of the world: A+++
Allows the user to use any technique that requires Chakra.
Experts of many specializations: A++
Jiraiya, despite his demeanor that doesn't really contrast with a shinobi, is one of the most oldest and professional shinobi to ever walk the nations. He has a vast knowledge of information that gives him an advantage over most shinobi, allowing him to perform a bit of any kind of Jutsu like a jack-of-all-trades. His wealth of knowledge also doesn't extend to simply killing others, though he is quite talented at that.
Things like cooking, information gathering, creation of seals and poisons are just a small fraction of what the great toad sage truly knows.
Bravery A+
Doesn't really need to be explained.
Battle Continuation: B+
Jiraiya, just like Kakashi, dedicated his entire life to the village and also finding some kind of answer to world peace. In a battle against his former student, he was ganged up and beaten up so bad that escape was impossible. Using the last of his strength, he was able to create a secret message and send it to the village before finally being killed when he was sunk into a lake.
Wisdom of a Sage: A
As a teacher who has mentored several of the most powerful Shinobi of all time, this ability allows Jiraiya to mentor and teach others skills with a proficiency of B to A rank.
Noble Phantasms:
Contract of Mt. Myoboku: A
The Summoning Contract that Jiraiya has formed with the toads of Mt. Myoboku. With it, he is able to summon any toad from Mt. Myoboku with a small amount of blood. Each toad varies in power, but are each versatile enough to be useful for any engagement.
Sage mode: B
Powerful Chakra that greatly enhances the users speed, strength, and durability to points normally unheard of for normal Chakra. To utilize it, Jiraiya must activate Sage Mode to harness the nature energy around him. Doing so in the middle of battle, however, is too dangerous as the activation requires the user to remain motionless for several minutes as they gathered up chakra.
Jiraiya is also not a true master of entering this mode, dropping the rank from an A to a B. Since he isn't a master like his own student, he must utilize other means to gain this energy and activate the noble phantasm.
Tales of a Gutsy Shinobi: A
One of the first books that Jiraiya has ever written. It sold poorly when it was first sold, but Jiraiya has always kept it around with him. Written in dedication to several of his students, it's more of an autobiography than an actual story. Despite being left in the shadows of his much more famous 'Icha Icha' series for touching the hearts of perverts everywhere, this book was the one to change the fates of two of his students. One who has fallen into doubt, and another who has lost his way.
This book is a powerful noble phantasm that is not tied towards fighting. Rather, it touches the souls of those closest to Jiraiya. Writing in the book allows for him to make people materialize into their ideal self, similar to Hans Christian Anderson's own noble phantasm. However, it doesn't just make one person into their ideal self, but rather those who he has included in his story.
Starting from scratch, it takes time for Jiraiya to create a story and is more of a biography than an actual book, documenting anything he finds interesting and inspiring and putting it into his story. The effects will only occur when the book finishes, but given how Jiraiya is always working on it, it won't take effect until his death.