Konoha: Deceiving Itachi for Seven Years in Crossdressing, Obito Comes Chapter 66: Perverted Mr. Jiraiya!

"Huh?"

"You don't know? Little Itachi has already graduated! He's already beco a Chūnin!"

Early in the morning, the room was filled with Anko's incredulous voice.

Qingchuan's face changed again and again.

"I... the Anbu side has been too busy, Anko-senpai."

Qingchuan said with a wry smile.

He didn't expect Itachi to graduate so much earlier.

Qingchuan's heart skipped a beat.

It was outrageous... Calculating the ti, Itachi's graduation was more than a year earlier!

This made Qingchuan's sense of crisis greater than ever before.

"You ah, you... you deserve to stay in a place like Anbu, you know?"

Anko, who had just bought breakfast and returned, put her hands on her hips, acting like soone with experience.

"Don't bla senpai for not reminding you, if you miss so things, you really won't have them anymore."

"It's not too late to apologize now, you know?"

Qingchuan almost couldn't help but roll his eyes...

The way she said it... if he didn't have a sword in his pants, he would have believed it.

Did she really think he wanted to?

Practicing desperately from morning to night, exhausted like a dog...

If he could miss Itachi and transmigrate to another ti period, he would have been delighted!

"I've already told Itachi-kun in advance."

Sighing, Qingchuan said helplessly.

"I might miss his Chūnin Exams, Itachi-kun knows that."

"Huh?!"

"Absent or absent, but you're fine now!"

Anko's eyebrows imdiately stood up, her face full of disappointnt!

"Go buy him a gift and send it to him, it's not too late now!"

"Really... why are you so worrying?"

Saying that, Anko patted her chest angrily.

This made Qingchuan raise his eyebrows.

Putting aside everything else.

Anko's figure was worthy of the word "adult".

Although it couldn't compare to Tsunade's late bloor, it could be called turbulent.

After so many days of contact, Qingchuan was no longer the rookie who didn't know where to put his eyes.

Simple appreciation could always make him happy...

However.

Given that there was still a figure standing on his roof, who had followed him since Anko bought breakfast.

Qingchuan felt that it was necessary to remind her.

"Anko-senpai, your red bean... is showing."

"Don't change the subject, you'll grow them out sooner or later!" Disregarding Qingchuan's kindness, Anko's eyes were full of seriousness!

"But today, I don't care what mission you have, or what arrangents you have."

"After eating, quickly go buy a gift and apologize, you know... what are you pointing upwards?"

Anko, who was scolding her junior, looked curiously upwards.

However, two seconds later...

"Ah!!!!!!"

A high-pitched soprano filled the entire room!

"Qingchuan! Beat this pervert to death for !"

"Senpai, don't worry, I'll go beat this pervert to death right away!"

Qingchuan seized the opportunity to pick up Senbonzakura and dashed out the door, not forgetting to snatch a bun before leaving.

By the ti Anko reacted, Qingchuan's figure had already disappeared...

"Don't forget to buy a gift for little Itachi!"

.....

Five minutes later.

Qingchuan, who had stopped in a small alley, took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then silently looked at the man in front of him.

The man had a flamboyant head of white hair, a forehead protector with an "oil" character, and red lines on both sides of his eyes that had reached the middle of his cheeks.

He had a smile on his face and looked guilty, and he didn't look like a good person.

Qingchuan slowly put away his handkerchief.

It was the birthday present Anko gave him last year.

Although he didn't know what his birthday was, he still carried it with him.

It could be used to increase his image score.

"You must have heard what senpai said, Mr. Pervert."

Qingchuan said slowly, but his eyes were full of weirdness.

He recognized the man in front of him.

Mainly because all the characteristics on his body were iconic.

The Pervy Sage of the Sannin, Jiraiya of Mount Myōboku.

However, Qingchuan didn't expect that Jiraiya would appear in the village at this ti.

Wasn't he supposed to be on the road to chasing his good buddy Orochimaru?

"That... little girl, don't misunderstand!"

Jiraiya scratched his head, then took out a small notebook with a guilty face.

"To tell you the truth, I'm a writer."

"Necessary research is the source of inspiration for my creation, and today I just passed by accidentally, and I absolutely don't have any bad intentions!"

"I really didn't see anything, really!"

Jiraiya explained frantically, almost writing the words "I'm a good person" on his face.

But Qingchuan didn't care.

What he cared about was Jiraiya's purpose for returning to Konoha.

Senbonzakura slowly ca out of its sheath, and a smile gradually appeared on Qingchuan's face.

This was his recovery buff.

Many days of practice had made him develop the habit of keeping a smile on his face in combat.

And now.

He was indeed preparing to fight...

"If you don't have any other reason, then I'm sorry... Mr. Pervert."

Holding the sword in one hand, the blade pointed at Jiraiya's increasingly exaggerated face.

Qingchuan's voice gradually beca gentle...

"I, as a Konoha Anbu, and a temporary extra staff mber of the Konoha Police Force, officially inform you..."

"Die."

Stepping on Flash Step, Qingchuan had already rushed in front of Jiraiya in a flash!

The Senbonzakura in his hand was rciless, and directly pierced into Jiraiya's big face!

Pfft—

With a cloud of white smoke, Jiraiya suddenly turned into a section of broken wood, and after a Substitution Jutsu, he ran away frantically!

However.

This Substitution Jutsu was destined not to delay much ti under Qingchuan's soul perception...

"Scatter, Senbonzakura."

Without saying a word, he directly used Shikai, and a sea of ​​flowers rushed towards Jiraiya!

As Anko's good junior, Qingchuan was rciless!

"Mr. Pervert, please cooperate with my work!".

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