From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

Chapter 505: Jiraiya of the Flower Street and the Most Beautiful Girl in the Land of Water?

I heard from the old driver that you should not go to the largest Bailangfang, but go to Huayufang.

Diarmuid thought that Huayufang was a small shop hidden away.

As a result, when he arrived at the door, he was a little surprised. It was very big. It was basically the second largest flower shop he had seen along the way in this flower street.

Do you always feel like you’ve been cheated by this old driver?

Confused, Diarmuid was dragged inside by the old driver.

But I have to say, it's really good. The reception girls at the door are all pretty and charming. Every frown and smile of theirs is accompanied by a charming smile. They are obviously professional at first glance.

"Boss, you're here." The woman in the lead, who looked older, said to the old driver with a smile.

The old driver nodded, looking very familiar, and greeted: "This is my little brother, he just came from the Fire Nation today. Look, he is so handsome and talented. You must take good care of him for me. Don't worry, he is rich and generous."

"Don't worry, boss. We will definitely take good care of the little brother you brought with you." The woman said with a smile. Diarmait hadn't reacted yet until another girl came up and took his arm and whispered "guest". Only then did he come back to his senses.

Goodness, I thought the word 'boss' was just a polite title.

But now you become a 'guest' here?

So you are really the owner of the flower shop?

Damn it!

Before Diarmuid "807" Mud could recover from the feeling of being cheated, the old driver smiled and patted Diarmuid on the shoulder and said, "Brother, just have fun in my place. Meeting is fate. When the time comes, we will settle the account..."

"It's your fault?" Diarmuid replied instinctively.

"What are you thinking about?" The old driver rolled his eyes at Diarmuid and said, "I'll give you a 20% discount!"

Good guy!

Diarmait had countless things he wanted to say, but he didn't know where to start.

But now that I'm here... and it's 20% off.

Diarmait accepted it and said, "Okay, then I won't be polite with you."

"Don't worry, I keep my word." The old driver said generously.

Diarmait was led a few steps inside, and suddenly, as if remembering something, he said, "Brother, you were just talking about an Oiran, weren't you kidding me?"

The guy was being vague on the road, saying things like "I heard" and so on. Now he is the boss here, and Diarmait doesn't believe this bastard's nonsense. He must have seen it.

"I will definitely arrange it for you, just go ahead." The old driver waved his hand.

After entering the guest hall, the place suddenly became lively. Dozens of guests were sitting all over the place, surrounded by beautiful girls. Some were playing music, some were drinking, and some were singing and dancing.

However, these are too complicated and cannot truly reflect the atmosphere of getting drunk, but perhaps some people really like this noisy tone and environment.

Anyway, when Diarmait looked over, everyone seemed to be laughing happily.

"If you don't like this environment, it's quieter upstairs. We have everything here." said the beautiful girl holding Diarmait's arm.

Diarmuid was indeed not used to this noisy environment. In comparison, he preferred the atmosphere of a single room, where he could lean on the railing, listen to tea and songs, and drink some wine.

But just as Diarmait nodded and was about to let the girl take him upstairs, he suddenly saw a white-haired man drinking heavily in the corner, with two good-looking girls sitting next to him. He looked dishonest, with a look of indifference on his face, and was laughing extremely crazily.

Diarmait???

Why does this guy look so familiar???

He rubbed his eyes slightly and looked again. This time, through the smoke-filled crowd, Diarmait finally saw the white-haired man's face clearly.

Oh my goodness, Jiraiya, the Toad Sage, one of the Three Ninjas! ?

How come you, one of Konoha's three lucky treasures, are wandering around in Daimyo Castle in the Land of Earth?

The Fire Nation is at war with the Earth Nation!

"No need, I'll just stay here." Diarmait smiled, then pulled his arm out of the girl's arms, took a step forward, and walked towards where Jiraiya was.

There happened to be an empty stall next to him, so Diarmait sat down directly and said to Jiraiya in the other stall, "Are you having fun?!"

Jiraiya didn't take it seriously. People in this place are like that. They just chat casually when they meet, regardless of whether they know each other or not.

He was a generous and open-minded person. Diarmuid was handsome and well-dressed, so he naturally gave people a good first impression. So Jiraiya said with a smile: "This is a good place. You are unfamiliar with me.

Is this your first time here? "

Diarmait???

How do you look like a local?

Damn, if I didn’t know your background, I would have thought you were from the famous city in the Land of Earth.

"Well, I'm from the Land of Fire. The boss is my good brother. Come out and check the bill for your table with me. I'll give you a 20% discount." Diarmait said generously.

When Jiraiya heard this, he was surprised.

It’s not a question of money, it’s mainly because he wants to get to know the boss’s younger brother.

"From the Fire Country? Me too. I didn't expect to meet a fellow countryman here. Where in the Fire Country are you from?" Jiraiya asked with a smile.

"Short Book Street." Diarmuid said directly.

His Fire Nation is shit. So far, he has only crossed the border of the Fire Nation once and has never been to the Fire Nation itself.

However, based on his impression, he did know some place names in the Land of Fire, such as Tansho Street.

"Tansho Street, I went there with a friend many years ago. It's a nice place with many gambling houses..." Jiraiya smacked his lips, as if recalling something.

His companion must be Tsunade, right?

Diarmuid really didn't know much about Tansho Street, but luckily Jiraiya didn't ask too many questions, and the two of them soon started chatting about some less popular topics, laughing from time to time.

The girl next to him also laughed, and then helped Diarmait to refill his wine, and listened to Diarmait and Jiraiya, the old driver, racing each other.

Jiraiya is a best-selling author. Although his first book, "Genshō Ninden," was a terrible flop, he did not give up. Instead, he learned from it that art comes from life but is higher than life.

Then he wrote down his own insights and experiences into a book called "Heat-clearing Paradise". As soon as the book was published, it immediately set off a huge wave in the publishing industry.

Jiraiya suddenly became a popular writer, and the huge publishing fees soon allowed him to achieve financial freedom. He no longer had to continue working as a ninja in such a difficult industry, doing missions everywhere to make money.

That's right, Jiraiya was born into a commoner family and had no inheritance. Even though he was very powerful, he should have been living a miserable life, running around for missions all day long.

After all, he is not like Orochimaru, who has an old scoundrel like Danzo behind him to support his research with money.

Unlike Princess Tsunade, who, despite numerous misdeeds, was a wealthy and powerful family, a prominent figure in the ninja world. She was the legitimate heir to the Senju clan and a recognized princess of the Fire Nation.

Although she was in debt, Tsunade was not short of money.

So how did Jiraiya, who came from a commoner background, had no scientific research talent, and no financial support, manage to hang out all day, drink and spend money like Tsunade?

The reason lies in his huge and continuous publishing fees.

The reason he was able to hang out outside for so many years was thanks to his wealth.

Zilai has money, and Diarmait is not short of money either. Although most of the funds were given to Kakuzu to operate, Diarmait still has a lot of money. In addition, he is generous. Soon, the two tables were combined into one table, and a large amount of drinks, snacks, and girls were all served.

The two men took five girls with them, playing finger-guessing games, rolling dice, telling stories, bragging, and spending money, and they had a lot of fun.

The two of them were both straightforward and generous, and after a few interactions, they became close friends without even exchanging names.

"Impossible, you're in your forties? You look like you're in your early twenties, okay? You can't just say that just because you want to take advantage of me!" Jiraiya said in disbelief while drinking.

The two of them were very close brothers, but Diarmait always called him "brother", which he always felt was wrong. He was in his thirties, so shouldn't you call me brother?

Diarmuid said he was in his forties.

“Really, I was born this way.” Diarmait said as he picked up the fruit knife from the table.

Before Jiraiya could react, Diarmait had a slight cut on the back of his hand, and some blood flowed out. However, the wound healed quickly. This was naturally the power of the Dark-Dark Fruit.

Jiraiya looked at this scene with some surprise and asked, "What's going on?"

“Do you believe it now?” Diarmait laughed.

"Brother..." Jiraiya responded helplessly.

Just as the two were chatting, someone suddenly shouted, "The Oiran is here!"

As soon as these words fell, the noisy place first became quiet, and then everyone's eyes turned towards the stairs to the second floor.

Sure enough, a figure slowly walked down the stairs.

She was dressed extremely formally, in a kimono with rich embroidery and carvings, and she held a fan in her hand that covered half of her face. Surprisingly, she was very white.

The exposed arms and half of the face were pure white, even looking a little sick.

If you look closely, you will find that those big watery eyes also have white pupils!

This kind of white is different from the white of the sclera. It has a silvery white feeling and is somewhat different from the surrounding white of the eyes. There is also some black in the center of the silvery white pupil.

It gives people an inexplicable sense of cold charm.

At the same time, this white is not limited to this. Her eyebrows are silver-white, and even her long hair that is tied up is silver-white.

The phoenix hairpin and the hair ornaments are perfectly embellished in the bun, giving people a sense of noble beauty.

The fingers holding the fan were very slender and unusually white, but the nails on the fingertips were painted with a scarlet blood color, which made them look very strange.

At this moment, it was luxurious, enchanting, and silvery-white in its coldness.

These three temperaments are perfectly combined in this courtesan.

Diarmuid had seen many beauties, but at this moment, he had to admit that even though he had only seen half of her face, this woman must be a top-notch beauty.

But he had no impression of this kind of beauty. Obviously, she didn't appear in the original story at all. But on second thought, the world is so big, it's impossible for all beautiful women to become ninjas... The role of the oiran is to produce beautiful women, so this makes sense.

Just as Diarmuid was thinking about this, he turned around to look at Jiraiya, and saw that Jiraiya's eyes were already full of hearts, and he looked like an old pervert.

“Hey, come back to your senses!” Diarmait yelled at him.

Jiraiya finally came back to his senses and smacked his lips, "She lives up to her reputation, the most beautiful woman in the Land of Water..." "The most beautiful woman in the Land of Water?" Diarmuid asked curiously.

"Oh? You don't know yet? Rumor has it that this courtesan is from the Land of Water, and she's incredibly famous there, known as the Land of Water's most beautiful woman. Her name is Shiraki Yuri," Jiraiya introduced directly. Diarmuid smacked his lips, rubbed his chin, and thought carefully, realizing he had no recollection of her. So, he shook his head and said, "I really don't know."

"I've heard that she likes talented men. I'm not bragging, I'm a best-selling author. Maybe I can win her heart today!" Jiraiya said excitedly.

He has been hanging out in this flower shop these past few days, actually just to wait for the white fog and rain so that he can show off himself.

Diarmuid glanced at Jiraiya and said, "You're writing about the young emperor's uncle, so why not talk about your talent?"

Chapter 506: The Oiran, Jiraiya, and Diarmuid.