"Maybe she meant ten reincarnations or ten generations." he shrugged. None of those things sounded appealing.
Jiraiya's nose wrinkled in distaste and then he sighed, because the kid had used a couple of words that he'd often heard Tsunade prattle about. Stupid memories. He brushed them aside and frowned at the mark on his wrist that looked an awful lot like a seal but wasn't. He didn't want to tamper with it if he didn't know what it was. He assumed that, like a seal, there were consequences for tampering. Stupid island crap.
"Let's get going, alright? I want to get this looked at, have a drink and forget about sexually aggressive women for a while. There's no point in hanging out here with the dead mermaids anyway."