The morning mist rolled across Mount Myōboku, clinging to the massive stone trees and floating lily pads like silent spirits. Birds chirped, frogs croaked, and the world pulsed with a rhythm Jiraiya was beginning to understand.
Nature itself was alive here—and it welcomed him.
He sat cross-legged in the middle of a quiet grove, surrounded by toads meditating on boulders and mushrooms twice his size. His eyes were closed, his breathing calm. Nature energy swirled around him like gentle wind.
Fukasaku watched from a distance, arms folded, brow furrowed in deep thought.
For the third time that morning, he whispered to himself: "…This kid's chakra pool ain't normal."
In truth, it wasn't just massive—it was colossal, deeper than most battle-ready jonin could even dream of. The way he absorbed nature energy… like it was second nature. No signs of imbalance, no signs of overloading or turning into a toad statue.
It was unreal.
Fukasaku cleared his throat. "Alright, that's enough meditatin' for now!"
Jiraiya opened his eyes, golden irises gleaming faintly with sage energy.
Fukasaku walked forward, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I was gonna wait weeks before even lettin' you try Sage Mode, but…" He looked Jiraiya up and down. "You've got the chakra for it. More than I've seen in any human before—hell, even more than some toads."
Jiraiya grinned. "So you're saying I'm ready?"
"I'm sayin' you've been ready since you woke up, brat." He sighed. "Either you're a born prodigy, or someone up there dumped all their chakra into you like a soup bowl."
If only you knew, Jiraiya thought.
A Week Later
The forest trembled.
Birds scattered as the air exploded with a burst of chakra. Golden pigment outlined Jiraiya's eyes, his hair fluttering slightly as if stirred by wind that wasn't there. Sage Mode pulsed through his body like liquid thunder.
He stood on a training field now cracked from his earlier punches.
Across from him, Fukasaku clapped once. "Alright, you've got the form. You've got the flow. Now we move on to the next lesson
Toad Taijutsu."
Jiraiya raised an eyebrow. "Frog Kata, right?"
"That's right!" Fukasaku grinned. "Most shinobi don't understand this ain't just brute strength. Frog Kata uses the natural energy around ya extends your strikes beyond your body. You punch, and even if you miss, the nature energy hits for ya. Invisible impact."
He demonstrated, throwing a slow punch that stopped short of a nearby rock—yet the rock shattered a moment later, as if struck by an unseen force.
Jiraiya's eyes widened.
"Whoa."
"It ain't about muscle, it's about flow. Precision. Intent. Let's see what ya got."
Three Days Later
Fukasaku staggered back, catching his breath.
Jiraiya stood in Sage Mode, shirt slightly torn, arms lowered after a series of flawless strikes that shattered three massive stone logs in a row without direct contact.
Sweat dripped from his brow—but his breathing was steady.
"I… I've never seen progress like this," Fukasaku muttered, half to himself. "Even Naruto… he didn't take to it this fast."
He stared at the boy in front of him. No… not a boy.
A Natural Sage.
A prodigy born once in a thousand years.
"You're not just a summoner, kid. You're… somethin' else. I don't know what kind of crazy fate brought you here, but you're the closest thing I've seen to a perfect sage. Maybe even beyond that."
Jiraiya smiled. It wasn't cocky it was calm. Confident. Focused.
Inside, he knew this was just the beginning.
Unknown's Rinnegan. The shifting prophecy. The cracks in fate.
He couldn't afford to waste time. If the world was accelerating, so would he.
And now, with Sage Mode and Frog Kata under his belt—he had power worthy of the destiny he was going to destroy… and rebuild.
The sun hung low over Mount Myōboku, casting long shadows across the great stone pads and golden ponds. Jiraiya stood on a high cliff, wind tugging at his robes, eyes locked on the distant horizon.
It had been over a week.
In that short time, he had mastered Sage Mode, learned Frog Kata, and tapped into a level of chakra control most shinobi could only dream of. But now, something else tugged at him something deeper than power.
Home.
"Tch… They're probably halfway through a mission without me," he muttered.
Images filled his mind blurry memories of Orochimaru silently brooding, Tsunade punching training dummies into dust, and him trailing behind them, eager to catch up. That version of him had been loud, clumsy, overconfident…
Now, he had every reason not to fall behind.
He turned to Fukasaku, who was sitting calmly nearby.
"Old frog," Jiraiya said, "I need to go back."
Fukasaku blinked. "Back? You sure? You've still got more to refine—your Sage Mode's great, but it ain't going last more than 10 minutes."
Jiraiya smirked. "Sensei's probably worried sick. And if I know Orochimaru and Tsunade… they're grinding through D-ranks and moving on up. I can't be the dead weight on the team again."
Fukasaku gave him a long, thoughtful look, then chuckled. "Well, if ya put it that way…"
He clapped his hands together. "I'll reverse summon ya back. But don't forget—your toad contract's real now. You ever need help, just summon us."
"I won't forget."
A swirl of smoke surrounded him.
Konohagakure – Training Grounds
Jiraiya landed with a thud, crouched on one knee, the mist of the reverse summoning fading behind him.
The familiar scent of Konoha's trees hit him instantly—earthy, warm, and alive. He was back.
And he didn't waste a second.
Moments Later – Hokage's Office
The door slammed open.
"Sensei!"
Hiruzen Sarutobi looked up from his desk, pipe halfway to his lips. His eyes widened in disbelief as Jiraiya burst in disheveled, scuffed, and grinning like a madman.
"You little!" Hiruzen stood up sharply, face darkening with a mix of anger and relief.
"Where have you been? You vanished in the middle of a training exercise!"
"I know, I know," Jiraiya said quickly, holding up his hands. "That summoning thing? Kinda worked."
"Kinda worked?" Hiruzen echoed.
"I ended up in Mount Myōboku, and i sign a contract on them" Jiraiya said casually, scratching the back of his head.
"The toads there reverse summoned me. Don't worry, I didn't sign any weird pacts or make trouble. They just… trained me a bit."
Hiruzen narrowed his eyes. "Trained you how?"
"Taijutsu," Jiraiya said, lying only slightly. "I figured if I can't catch up to Orochimaru and Tsunade with flashy ninjutsu, I should toughen up."
Without waiting for permission, he took a stance and launched into a series of rapid movements swift, powerful strikes and footwork with near-perfect form.
Every punch left a faint rush of air in its wake.
Hiruzen watched, eyebrows raised.
"…You've improved. Significantly," he admitted. "But reckless as always."
"C'mon, sensei!" Jiraiya said, stepping forward, eyes bright. "Now that I'm back, teach me a new ninjutsu! I'm ready this time! Fire Style, maybe something with shadow clones? I swear I'll master it!"
Hiruzen sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"No!, Jiraiya."
"What?!"
"You've been gone for over a week, and you clearly need to stabilize your control before I start handing you high-level ninjutsu. You're strong, yes but discipline is just as important."
Jiraiya groaned. "You're just saying that 'cause Orochimaru probably already knows a dozen jutsu…"
Hiruzen gave him a knowing smile. "Then you'd better start catching up the right way. Now go find your team. You've got a lot of work ahead."
Jiraiya grumbled under his breath as he turned to leave, but he couldn't wipe the grin off his face.
He's right. I've got a long way to go.
But inside I'm already capable of defeating orochimaru with just raw power but I lack ninjutsu, but i have great advantage that is my sage mode by entering sage mode I'm capable of defeating a most jonin in raw match of taijutsu I still lack the mentality , intellect , and experience of a season jonin.
He'd already taken a leap beyond the level of even a jonin can't do in the village. And while he wouldn't reveal it yet, when the time came when it mattered he'd show them what a Sage could really do.
"Ohh right sensei where can I find orochimaru and tsuna?" Jiraiya said.