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. . . . previously, on the cycle of hatred. . . .
Izumi quickly made it to her room, locking the door to get some privacy before she dialed a number from her phone
"Hello? What can I help you with? Huh? Work study? Wait, who is this again?" a familiar voice said through the phone, revealing Jiraiya
"Hey grandpa Jiraiya. it's me Izumi, I was wondering if you will be taking anyone for the program?" Izumi asked him through the phone
"So, you finally remembered who I am, huh? you big shot?" Jiraiya said teasingly before he suddenly gained an apologetic look on his face
"Sorry, but I'm currently working on something else right now, so I can't help you kid" Jiraiya said apologetically through the phone
"I see, well thanks anyways, Mr. Aizawa said that we should use the connections we got from our internships." Izumi said with a sigh
"Well, why don't you go ask your dad about it instead of calling me? Plus, he's supposed to be devoted to teaching now that he's retired." Jiraiya said through the phone
"Dad probably can't run a work study since he's retired." Izumi said with a sigh
"You can use connections, sure, but that doesn't mean you two don't have to go that route. Don't you think that Toshinori can introduce you to a bunch of people? however, if you want connections, the first one that comes to mind is his former sidekick." Jiraiya suggested
"Wait, you don't mean" Izumi asked, her eyes wide in realization
"Yeah, I'm talking about Sir Nighteye." Jiraiya said, causing Izumi's eyes to widen in shock
"Anyway, I gotta go kid, something came up that needs urgent emergency that needs taking care of" Jiraiya said apologetically
"Oh sure, sorry to bother you, wait this urgent emergency you're talking about, is isn't you peeping again, right?" Izumi asked him with a small glare
"What? No of course not!" Jiraiya said, almost sounding offended
"Good, then alright, thanks for the help anyway" Izumi said with a sigh before she hung up the phone
"'Uncle Nighteye huh? It's been a while since we saw him'" Izumi thought sadly, knowing the last time she had seen her uncle didn't exactly go well
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The metallic chirp of the phone closing echoed slightly in the eerie silence that had settled over Tottori City as Jiraiya, the legendary Sannin, lowered the device from his ear, the vibrant red of its casing a stark contrast to the muted, ash-grey landscape before him. His broad shoulders, usually held with an easy confidence, were now slightly slumped, a visible weight pressing down.
Jiraiya stood atop a tall mountain, his sharp eyes swept across the chaos and destruction in front of him. It wasn't just damage; it was annihilation. Buildings that had stood tall and proud moments ago were now skeletal remains, their concrete bones exposed, twisted rebar like gnarled fingers reaching towards a bruised, twilight sky. Dust motes, thick and choking, still swirled in the air, catching the weak rays of the setting sun like tiny, dancing embers.
Beneath the ruined structures, the scene was a chaotic tapestry of hurried activity and lingering terror as the sidekicks, their costumes smudged and torn, moved with a frantic energy, their faces etched with grim determination as they attempted to shore up collapsing walls or clear rubble.
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THE CYCLE OF HATRED
Fanfictionthe cycle of hatred, born from the conflict of two brothers Ashura and Indra Ōtsutsuki, the Senju clan and Uchiha clan who were descendants from Ashura and Indra has fought for generation, the reason why they fought in the first place is long forgot...
