“Of course I’m right, when could an old hermit be wrong?” He chuckled. It was true that you get wiser with age, but Jiraiya’s always had a good intuition and could read people fairly well. He knew this girl was something special, despite her previously deer-in-headlights demeanour when in battle. Sakura just needed someone to whip her into shape, and who better than the woman with the greatest temper around? "Ah, that old hag pretends she hates me, but she’s got a soft spot for her old teammate. She was the perfect person for you to train under though, you two couldn’t be more alike. Talk about one generation taking after the next… And I’m glad you have a different opinion about me! Nice to know I don’t scare off all the pretty young girls!“
Reciprocating the chuckles he gave off with her own, an even gentler smile would take place upon her feminine visage. Perhaps he was right after all. Besides, if she wasn’t a strong shinobi then why did everyone at the hospital, including the streets depend on her to come in aid for those whom were injured? And when it came to all those hard-earned years of being trained under Tsunade’s teachings, there shouldn’t have been any reason for her to think otherwise. Waving a hand to dismiss such words he spoke, she offered a slight shake of the head. ”Ah come on, you know that Shishou’s always like that around you. It’s just because of you and her knowing each other for so long.“ She responded with yet again, another chuckle. Eyelids descending toward a content close, allowing his words to slowly sink in her mind.
”I suppose we’re alike, especially with the strength. Even Kakashi-sensei says that we’re almost the same. Just like you and Naruto, you both nearly share the same qualities in character.“
