"Konoha's Dimensional Pirate: Reborn Uchiha Gin"

"What?!" Tobirama Senju turned pale with fury at Jiraiya's words.

Fuming, he turned sharply to Tsunade and Orochimaru."Is that true? Did Hiruzen teach him all that? Does he seriously have a jutsu for spying through a crystal ball?"

"Yeah… probably," Tsunade and Orochimaru nodded in unison.

Deep down, neither seemed interested in defending the Third Hokage. In fact, both were more than willing to let Tobirama chew into Sarutobi Hiruzen—this was bound to be an entertaining show.

After all, Jiraiya's behavior was indeed disgraceful. While he tried shifting all blame onto his teacher, it was clear the fault lay equally in his own nature. If he hadn't been inclined that way himself, would he have ever picked up such habits? Orochimaru had been Hiruzen's student as well, yet never stooped to such behavior.

Clearly, the problem was Jiraiya.

Gin and the others regarded him with open disdain. To save his own skin, he shamelessly threw his sensei under the bus. Disgraceful.

Tobirama sneered coldly."Hmph. Looks like Sarutobi Hiruzen has far more sins than I ever imagined."

Jiraiya sighed in relief, believing he'd gotten away with it. But just then, Tobirama stepped forward and clamped a firm hand on his shoulder.

"You little bastard… You think I'm so naïve I'd fall for that sob story?" he growled. "Blaming it all on your teacher—what happened to loyalty? If you weren't already inclined toward perversion, none of this would've happened. Sure, Hiruzen bears some blame, but your own depraved nature is just as guilty."

Without waiting another second, Tobirama activated the Flying Thunder God Technique and disappeared with Jiraiya in a flash of yellow light.

"Let's go watch the show!" Gin grinned, instantly teleporting with Madara and Hashirama in tow.

Tsunade, Orochimaru, Uzumaki Mito, and Uchiha Hikari followed suit.

A moment later, they arrived at a cliff above the Hokage Monument. There, Tobirama had already begun pummeling Jiraiya.

The others watched like spectators at a play, sipping tea and munching on snacks Gin had summoned via a space-time gate. He set them neatly on a table for all to enjoy while the "performance" played out.

"Aghhh!!"

"Not the face! No, no!"

"Second Hokage-sama, I was wrong! I swear, I was wrong!!"

"Please, mercy! I'll never do it again!"

Tobirama ignored every plea, beating Jiraiya relentlessly for nearly half an hour.

His fists rained down with precision—expertly avoiding lethal injuries but ensuring a long, painful recovery. Using chakra and a specific medical-ninjutsu modification, Tobirama caused every superficial injury to linger for exactly two weeks, keeping the pain fresh without risk of permanent damage.

It was not just punishment. It was a lesson.

"Remember your words," Tobirama said coldly as Jiraiya lay bruised and battered. "If I ever catch you peeping again, I swear—I will sever your ability to ever feel that urge again. Castration. Understood?"

Jiraiya's blood ran cold. The murderous glint in Tobirama's eye told him he wasn't joking.

"Yes! I swear! I'll never do it again!" he yelped, gasping through the pain. "Otherwise, may I die a miserable death!"

"Hmph. I'll be watching you," Tobirama muttered, casting a sharp final glare before vanishing in a flash of teleportation.

Uzumaki Mito and the others followed shortly after.

Gin remained, walking over to Jiraiya with a calm smile. But as he clapped him on the shoulder—

"AHHH!!" Jiraiya shrieked like a wounded animal.

Gin looked down on him with pure contempt."I don't know what to say to you anymore. If you haven't learned your lesson now, you never will."

He leaned in closer. "And if I ever hear of you harassing anyone again, I'll personally order your castration. You won't even need Tobirama to step in."

Jiraiya's face twisted in terror. He swallowed hard.

"Heh." Gin gave one last, sharp slap on the shoulder. Jiraiya gritted his teeth, refusing to scream again.

"You're a grown man, healthy, with plenty of money. If you have urges—go to an establishment and pay for it. Don't spy on decent people. It's disgusting. Think about it."

With that, Gin vanished.

Tsunade remained just a moment longer, casting a final glare.

"That's what you get," she spat before teleporting away.

Jiraiya slumped in agony. He knew now—he'd completely lost any chance with Tsunade.

"Ahh…" Orochimaru sighed, then casually sat beside him.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU DAMN SNAKE?!" Jiraiya shrieked as Orochimaru gave him a hard slap.

"Ow! Damn it! Don't touch me! You want me to fight back?!"

Despite his pain, Jiraiya's anger flared. But Orochimaru merely shook his head and stood.

"If you have the strength to yell at me, then I guess you're fine."

He paused and looked down.

"I told you long ago to stop being such an arrogant fool. You think it's funny, peeking on women in the baths? Imagine if someone did that to your daughter, or your wife, or even your mother. Would you still be laughing?"

He began walking away, but left one final word:"Think about it."

And then he too vanished.

Jiraiya fell into silence. Orochimaru's words rang in his ears louder than the beating.

He had never cared much for lectures. But after that merciless punishment, they hit differently.

Maybe… he was finally beginning to get it.

"All right," he thought bitterly. "No more peeping. Not in Konoha. If I must, I'll go beyond the borders or into another nation. But not here. Never again."

It was a pitiful vow, but a vow nonetheless.

Had Gin or Tsunade heard his thoughts, they would've spat in his face.

A dog may stop barking, but never forgets how to bite.

This one was hopeless.

Suddenly, Jiraiya's expression shifted.

"Wait a second... When did Orochimaru learn the Flying Thunder God Technique?" he muttered in confusion. "When did everyone master this? Isn't it supposed to be a complex, forbidden jutsu that only spatial-temporal geniuses can use?!"

He mentally listed them off: Gin, Tsunade, Mito, Hikari, Minato, Kushina, Uchiha Mikoto… and now Orochimaru.

Almost ten people.

"Could I learn it too?" he wondered—then winced in pain.

Right now, he had to get to the hospital. He staggered forward, every step a reminder of Tobirama's lesson.

Back in the Hokage's office, Tobirama paced in agitation. The rage hadn't fully subsided.

"No," he growled. "Beating Jiraiya isn't enough. Hiruzen—he's the real culprit. Even if I can't kill him yet, I have to at least beat the hell out of him."

He prepared the Flying Thunder God once more.

Just then, Gin and the others reappeared.

"Wait," Uzumaki Mito said firmly. "Hold off. In two days, during the public tribunal, you'll have your chance. If you act now, it'll look like personal revenge—vigilante justice."

Tobirama paused.

"We've agreed not to kill him," Mito continued. "His chakra will be sealed. He'll be sentenced to clean toilets and sweep streets. He'll watch Konoha rise again under Gin's leadership—watch the Senju and Uchiha finally unite the world."

She looked Tobirama in the eyes.

"That's a far crueler punishment than death."

Even Danzo and Hiruzen, if they die, will be resurrected by Edo Tensei—forced to serve the village they once betrayed.

Tobirama clenched his fists.

"…Fine," he muttered. "I'll wait. Two days."

But the fury still simmered in his chest.

And the reckoning had only just begun.