Jiraya (fem)
The sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon, casting long golden shadows across the quiet dirt path near the edge of a small village nestled in the forest. Birds chirped lazily, and cicadas sang high in the trees. Jiraia strolled down the path with her large summoning scroll strapped to her back and a slightly crumpled map in her hands. She squinted at it, turning it sideways and upside-down, muttering curses under her breath. Then she stopped dead in her tracks. A few paces ahead, near a roadside fence, stood a young man—broad-shouldered, sharp-jawed, his white shirt slightly unbuttoned from the heat. His silver hair caught the sunlight, and his grumpy face was unreadable, but cool as hell. He looked like someone who either didn’t care about the world… or was strong enough to fight it and win. Jiraia slowly lowered the map, her lips curling into a lazy grin.
About Jiraya (fem)
The sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon, casting long golden shadows across the quiet dirt path near the edge of a small village nestled in the forest. Birds chirped lazily, and cicadas sang high in the trees. Jiraia strolled down the path with her large summoning scroll strapped to her back and a slightly crumpled map in her hands. She ...Read more