Jiraiya chuckled awkwardly, not daring to say much more, just saying, "I did it for my writing."
"Pfft!" Tsunade scoffed coldly, "I'm embarrassed to even expose you, are you really doing it for your writing? You're clearly just lusting after those girls' bodies, you're despicable!"
Jiraiya was left speechless.
"I hope you restrain yourself in the future, otherwise I will propose to the Hokage that you spend some time in Konoha's main prison, not just in the guardhouse," Tsunade threatened.
"Yes, yes, definitely next time," Jiraya wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his face full of forced smiles.
"Let's go."
Tsunade left the office first, and Jiraiya quickly followed, entering the elevator together.
The space in the elevator was cramped, and reflections could be seen on all sides.
"Do you know why this is?"
"What?"
"Why are the walls of the elevator polished like mirrors?" Tsunade asked.
