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Expectations

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Fukusaku couldn't help but smile at his protege.

"Did I do it? Did I do it? Oh man...I did it! I did it!"

"Yes, yes," the frog master said dismissively. No point fueling the boy's already inflated ego. "You did well. Don't get too cocky."

"Are you kidding me?" the boy exclaimed and whooped enthusiastically as he did a victory dance. "This feels incredible! I can actually feel the energy of everything around me. I. Am. So. Awesome!"

"Don't get ahead of yourself, kid," Fukusaku said, hopping in circles to call out to his student, who was now turning cartwheels around him. "The jutsu is still incomplete!"

"I am a freakin' frog MASTAH! Prince Crazy Awesome of the Sennin. Commander of the Elements. Prodigy of the Leaf. The Greatest of the Sannin, Jiraiya!" Jiraiya posed theatrically with each title. "The ladies are going to be all over me!" Jiraiya's eyes glazed over as he fantasized, a hint of drool glinting off his mouth.

Fukusaku couldn't contain his mirth and busted out in a croaking laughter.

"What?"

"I know my good looks works for the Missus, but I'm not sure if you're going to be getting the kind of attention you want in Sage Mode."

Sobered up, Jiraiya cocked a cautious brow at his master.

"Whaddaya mean, old man?"

Wiping tears from his eyes, Fukusaku pointed at the pool in the middle of their training glade. Jiraiya approached distrustfully, one eye on his mentor, and peered into the pool at his reflection.

Oh.

Oh, hell no.

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A/N: Sage mode is so not flattering. Oh Jiraiya. :)

Posted 12.30.2011