Could he have used the Yin Seal? But Jiraiya hadn't seen any mark on his forehead.
It was truly baffling. This world was far too magical.
Lord Hashirama's Six Paths Level strength at least barely explained why his face still looked young.
It could be attributed to the traits of a Six Paths Level ninja.
But this Lord Ashina before him looked no more than thirty or forty.
Yet his actual age was nearly a hundred! And he wasn't even at the Six Paths Level. How had he done it?
However, Jiraiya had no time to think further. "Then, my lords, you chat. I'll go help Lady Mito carry the dishes."
With that, he turned and ran into the kitchen.
The three old men exchanged glances, then burst into laughter.
"Not bad, not bad. He seems alright."
"Yeah, quite lively."
Hearing their inexplicable remarks, Tsunade was utterly confused.
"Grandpa, what are you three talking about? Why can't I understand?"
Hashirama immediately waved his hand. "Nothing, nothing. We were just chatting."
Soon, dish after dish was brought to the table, and everyone took their seats in order.
Lady Mito personally carried over the final dish and placed it in the very center of the table.
"Alright, everyone, let's eat."
Mito was in a fine mood, and her voice was gentle.
"Shouldn't we say something? You made such a lavish meal."
Mito shook her head. "We're all family here. Just enjoy the meal, there's no need for empty formalities. Come on, let's eat."
Mito's words put Jiraiya much more at ease. He wasn't particularly good at speaking in front of so many seniors.
He was a ninja in his forties and held a certain position in the village, but at this table, he could only be considered part of the grandchildren's generation.