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*Jiraiya was sitting in a tree, deep in a forest. He was writing in one of his journals quite intently. He had recently peeked on a few women in the bathhouse and had a great idea for one of his icha icha novels. His eyes glazed over the words he wrote on the pages, the crisp sound of the pencil streaking over the page sounded pleasing to the ears as he wrote. His hair draped in front of his face slightly as he wrote, his black eyes glancing to the sides every now and then. The atmosphere felt almost... odd to him, It just didn't feel like normal. It made him a bit uneasy. Then he heard a twig snapping under the weight of what he could only assume was a foot. He immediately looked over to where he heard the noise, snapping his journal shut, he stood up, quietly approaching where he heard the noise. He moved with caution. Looking at the bush where the sound came from.*
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