"Kid, if this technique of yours actually works like that, I think you've got the bet in the bag."

"I haven't tested it on literally every injury but it behaves like it's supposed to."

"I guess we can take the week to relax. The buddy system still applies, though; none of you three go wandering off by yourselves."

"...Do you know why she said a week? She was acting like the time was significant somehow..."

"No idea. Might look into that."

He nods. "We'll stick together while we wait, then."

"I," Jiraiya says, "am going to finish this. No sense in letting the money go to waste. You three can go find us a place to stay."

"Alright!"

And off! To find an inn.

There is no shortage of those to choose from.

How about a suite with two rooms, one for Jiraiya and one for them three? (He doesn't have strong preferences about niceness, so is fine with something, like, neither nice nor horrid within that.)

That will work, and not a setup that is likely to draw undue attention.

"Yeah, part of what I was thinking... Figure though we should just wait at the inn for Jiraiya?"

"That would be the default course, in the absence of any reason to believe whatever secrets Senju Tsunade hides are urgent on a scale of hours."

He nods. "I don't think in a way we could figure out easily, at least."

It's another couple hours before Jiraiya shows up, listing slightly to port. And whiskey.

"Are you alright?"

"I'lllll be find. Fine," he declares. "Where'sh the room?"

"Uh, you've got your own, since we found a two-bedroom suite. That door." He points.

"Great. Seeeee you tomorrow morning." He staggers in. Moments later loud snoring can be heard.

"Welp."

"Uh. Guess we'll talk to him tomorrow?"

"He is very drunk," Chihiro observes.

"Yeah. He's probably going to be hung-over... Sasuke can you heal that?"

"Not with what I've got right now. My thing's for injuries, not poisons."

"I am unsure we should try to do anything about that."

He nods. "It's not like Jiraiya's unaware he'd get a hangover if he gets drunk, anyways."