Pain.
A dull throb at first, then sharp. He gasped awake, lungs sucking in air like it was his first breath. Light burned against his eyelids. He rolled over and groaned, his body aching but... alive.
This isn't the hospital. No smell of blood or metal. No sirens. No rain. Just…
Wind.
He opened his eyes and blinked against the bright orange sky. Giant lily pads hovered in the air. A waterfall ran uphill. Gigantic stone pillars twisted around toad statues and ancient symbols.
His heart skipped a beat Mount Myōboku.
He sat up slowly. His limbs felt lighter, stronger… younger. His fingers were thinner, arms wirier, skin smoother. He stumbled toward a pond and caught sight of his reflection.
Wild white hair. Sharp chin. Red lines just beginning to form under his eyes he really became Jiraiya.
He wasn't just in Naruto's world. He was Jiraiya at least, the younger version.
And then it hit him all at once.
A rush of memories ones that weren't his, crashing into him like a tidal wave.
Training under the Third Hokage. Falling asleep during lessons. Obsessing over cool jutsu names.
And then The Summoning Technique.
He Jiraiya had seen it in a scroll once.
No proper instruction, No contract. Just reckless confidence and raw chakra.He remembered standing in front of Hiruzen, grinning like an idiot.
"Sensei, watch this! I've figured out how to summon a mighty beast!"
"Jiraiya, no—wait!"
Too late. A surge of chakra, a puff of smoke, and.
Poof~
He vanished. Gone from the training ground entirely. Back in the present, the memory made him groan.
"Oh, man. What kind of idiot just uses a summoning jutsu without a contract?"
You did, he reminded himself. Or... the old you did. And now you're dealing with it.
It wasn't just memory it was emotion. He could feel Jiraiya's pride, his frustration, his curiosity… and Hiruzen's exasperation.
He could still see the look on the Third Hokage's face wide-eyed, jaw clenched, pipe falling from his mouth in slow motion as Jiraiya disappeared in a flash.
Panic.Disbelief. Then that classic twitch in his brow that said: "This boy is going to give me a stroke before I turn 40."
Back in Mount Myōboku, the reality of it all began to settle in. He was here. In Jiraiya's younger body. With his memories. His chakra. And something more. A warm pulse resonated from within steady, powerful. He could feel it flowing through his bones and blood.
The Extreme Perfect Sage Body. Every movement was precise. Every breath full of energy. He could feel all five chakra natures humming within—fire, wind, water, earth, lightning—and beyond that, the mysterious balance of Yin and Yang.
He wasn't just Jiraiya. He was a gifted version of him built to reshape the world.
And then came a voice.
"Well, look who finally woke up."
He turned to see a small toad, arms crossed, smirking Fukasaku.
"Took you long enough," the toad muttered. "Reverse summonin' a brat without a contract usually ends with splattered guts. Guess the old geezer knew what he was doing."
Jiraiya blinked. "Wait… I really got reverse summoned?"
"You bet," Fukasaku said, hopping closer. "The Great Toad Sage called it. Said you were gonna be summon here to guide the child of Prophecy stuff. And bring change to the Shinobi World. Said you've got a storm soul or somethin'."
Jiraiya's expression turned serious.
This was it. The moment his new life officially began. He wasn't here to repeat history. He had knowledge. He had power. And now, he had Jiraiya's heart beating inside him wild, stubborn, determined.
He would changed the fated of himself and he need to learn every single skill in Mount Myōboku has to offer.
He would do this right.
"I'm ready," he said quietly.
Fukasaku raised an eyebrow. "For what?"
Jiraiya looked out at the horizon, the blue sky glowing like a deepblue waiting to be stoked.
"To change everything."
Mount Myōboku had a strange stillness to it like the world was holding its breath.
Jiraiya followed Fukasaku along a moss-covered path, each step sinking softly into the spongy ground. Colossal stone mushrooms and glowing toad statues loomed overhead, their shapes twisting in ways that defied human design.
He kept his eyes ahead, but his mind raced.
The memories from this body the original Jiraiya were vivid and raw.
The stubbornness, the youthful arrogance, the deep-seated longing to prove himself. But now they coexisted with memories from his own previous life. Two people. One soul. And something deeper binding them together.
"Don't forget your gift."
That last echo from the god echoed faintly in his mind. His Extreme Perfect Sage Body thrummed with nature energy even without trying. Chakra flowed endlessly. His senses were sharper, instincts more precise. He can even control chakra to perfectly. and he didn't even need to concentrate to sense the nature's chakra it saturating the air it came to him, willingly.
And that worried him. He wasn't supposed to have this much power. Not yet. How he was suppose to explain it to the Hokage.
"Here we are," Fukasaku announced, stopping in front of a massive wooden archway shaped like two interlocking toads.
"Try not to fall asleep while the geezer talks. He's old. Like, mountains grew old watching him sit kind of old."
Jiraiya smirked despite himself. "I'll manage it."
He stepped inside.
The chamber was dim, cool, and ancient. A steady drip of water echoed from somewhere unseen. And at the center, resting on a thick woven mat, sat a toad so massive and still he looked carved from stone.
The Great Toad Sage.
Eyes closed. Chest rising slowly. Breath like wind across mountains.
"Jiraiya…" the ancient toad murmured, eyes still shut. "Yet… not quite."
Jiraiya tensed. "You can feel it?"
The Great Sage's eyes opened—heavy, golden, and older than time.
"I see many threads… many fates. Yours has changed. It no longer follows the path I once saw. You are a crack in destiny."
Jiraiya swallowed hard. "Is that… bad?"
The toad was silent for a long moment.
"No. Not yet. But the world has already begun to react."
The air grew colder. The stones beneath Jiraiya's feet pulsed faintly.
"I saw visions," the sage continued. "Of fire and storm. A child with pain in his eyes. A blonde boy bathed in light. A masked man behind a shattered moon. These images once came clearly."
His eyelids drooped.
"But now… they blur. Some are gone entirely."
Jiraiya's breath caught.
Did I erase them? Just by being here? Probably since me being here already cause butterfly effect.
"The moment you were summoned, the future shifted. Threads twisted. One figure awakened early."
Jiraiya stepped forward, urgency rising. "Who?"
The sage opened his eyes fully now, locking onto him.
"A boy with Rinnegan eyes… far too early."
Nagato? Already awakening? That wasn't supposed to happen for years or it is madara or new enemy.
The weight of it hit him hard. Every second he remained in this world, he wasn't just rewriting fate he was breaking it. And fate, like a cornered beast, would lash out.
"You must prepare," the Great Toad said. "Your body is strong. But your soul must be wiser. You carry not just one future but all of them."
Jiraiya clenched his fists. "Then tell me what to do."
The old sage smiled faintly, a rumble of amusement in his throat.
"If destiny could be tamed so easily, I would not have waited a hundred years for you to wake up."
Outside the chamber, as Jiraiya stepped into the warm Myōboku sun, he felt the change already stirring in the air.
The prophecy cracking.
The timeline unraveling.
And he was the cause of it all.
He smiled to himself and thouht "ok need to create a plan."
"Good," he muttered. "Let's make sure it falls apart the right way."