Tiny tongues of lakewater lapped at the white-sand shore
The sand compacted under the weight of a naked foot
The man raced forward and leapt, white hair flaring around himself as he landed into a squat and dropped back onto his hands, kicking up with both legs. The tattered rags of Leaf battledress rustled around him
"Jiraiya?"
His arms did not support him; he tumbled gracelessly to the ground
"Damnit, Jiraiya," he grumbled. "You know better than that. Do it again."
"Jiraiya, it's me! Can you hear me?"
"But sensei," he whined, his voice suddenly high and juvenile. "It's not faaaair! How am I supposed to do the Frog Smash with no chakra?"
"Stop calling it that, you snotty tadpole!" he said, voice now sharply feminine. "It's the Toad Thrust, not the Frog Smash! And how come the old coot gets to be 'sensei' and I don't, huh?"
"Jiraiya, we're coming! Just hold on! We're coming to get you and bring you back!"
"Old coot? Don't you disrespect me, you old bat! Don't you... Don't you..."
He frowned and sat back, shaking his head. "...you old bat? Don't you... Don't you... C'mon, c'mon... Ha! Don't you dare call me that, Little Miss!" His face lit up in delight at the memory. He leapt to his feet, cackling and capering. "Hah! Little Miss, Little Miss, Little Miss! And then she took the stick! I remember!" He thrust both fists at the uncaring grey sky. "I remember! I am Jiraiya of the Sannin! Student of Sarutobi Hiruzen, God of Shinobi! Battle-brother to Orochimaru of the Snakes and Tsunade of the Slugs! Born of no family, begrudged the Matron's roof, feared by braggarts and bullies! Master of the Frog Kata! Sage of the Toad Clan! Fifth Hokage and patriarch of Gōketsu! Husband of Mari, father of Keiko, Noburi, and Hazō! I am Jiraiya the Great, and you will not have me, because I remember!"