Chapter 557: His Name Was Inasa!
The ragged man ran along the beach, the pounding beat of his footsteps hammering at the doors in his brain with urgent command that they yield up their secrets.
"Faster, grub!" he shouted to thin air. "Yes, Proc..." He trailed off, shaking his head for three steps and frowning for ten.
"Down and do fifty, grub!" he shouted again.
He stopped running and dropped into pushup position. "Yes, Pr..." He shook his head and dipped down and up again in an Academy-perfect pushup. "Ha! Yes, Proctor! Yes, Proctor Inasa!" He started hammering out more pushups.
After ten pushups he stopped in front-leaning rest and started laughing. The laughter swelled until he flopped down on his back.
"Yes, Proctor Inasa!" he said, pointing at the sky. "I'm not Inasa, you stinking grub! What's my name, Joji?! Proctor, that's Joji over there! I'm Jiraiya!"
He rolled up to his knees, grabbed two fistfuls of sand and shook them at the sky. "I AM JIRAIYA! I AM JIRAIYA OF THE SANNIN! FUCK YOU! YOU WILL NOT TAKE ME FROM MYSELF!"
"Student of Hiruzen," he whispered, dropping the sand and looking down at his empty hands. "Born of no man, grew up in the Matron's orphanage where Aunty Kobayashi taught me my letters and told me to journal. Broke Yamato's leg, pissed off Sensei. Burned the Busujima compound to the ground in '36, got the...the..." His hands clenched. "Got the...something. Papers! They were red... No, they were white but they had a red wax seal!" His face split in a grin. "HAH! It was a wax seal! The pages were white! The
wax was red! And it wasn't '36, it was '37! I burned out the Busujima in '37!"
He rolled on his back again, kicking his hands and feet in the air like a spastic dying cockroach and cackling madly. "His name was Proctor Inasa! He was a chūnin with a scar on his chin and a missing left earlobe. I studied under him at the Academy and I was a jōnin and he never was! I was his commanding officer in the field!" He lay back, the energy going out of him as he struggled once more. "He came to me, wanted to work for me...during the war? No... Maybe? It was the intelligence division. He wanted into the intelligence division. When I was the head of it." He smiled again. "After the war, then. He wanted to work for me, and I accepted him and bossed him around!"
Still lying on his back, he raised both arms and twisted his fingers through handseals. "Boar, Tiger! That's the Swamp of the Underworld! Ram, Monkey, Horse, Ram! That's the Earth Clone! Dragon, Snake, Ox, Horse, Monkey, Boar, Snake! Lightning Dragon Tornado! Ox, Monkey, Hare, Rat, Boar, Bird, Ox, Horse, Bird, Rat, Tiger, Tiger, Dog, Snake, Ox, Ram, Snake, Boar, Ram, Rat, Yang Water, Monkey, Dragon, Bird, Ox, Horse, Ram, Tiger, Monkey, Hare, Boar, Dragon, Ram, Rat, Ox, Monkey, Bird, Yang Water, Rat, Boar, Bird! Water Dragon Bullet!"
He waved an arm wildly as though smearing paint across the sky. "Woosh! See that, you stupid cloud? You would have been torn apart by my fearsome dragon jutsu, but I'm not giving you any chakra! You can't have my chakra!"
He kipped up to his feet, chiseled abs flexing. The spare flesh had been pared away from his body, leaving nothing but muscle stretching his skin to bursting. His soles were toughened and thick from barefoot living on sand for months or years or decades and his hands were calloused from hard-style taijutsu practice against trees and jury-rigged dummies. He leaned back and thrust both fists at the sky, every line of his body tight.
"I AM JIRAIYA OF THE SANNIN!" he bellowed. "I AM HERE, AND I AM MYSELF, AND YOU! WILL! NOT! HAVE! ME!"
Author's Note: Voting remains closed. I'm going to write the plan for chapter 558, which should be out tomorrow as normal, but this kept knocking on my brain.