Nagato's idea received everyone's approval. Since they had already established this direction and intended to develop it, they needed their own distinctive characteristics.
Otherwise, excessive homogenization between the two worlds would not be a good thing.
As they chatted, the three of them gradually grew sleepy and returned to their rooms to sleep.
The next morning, the birds chirping outside the window woke Tsunade.
When she got out of bed, she found that Grandmother had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for her.
There was a portion for Jiraiya as well.
"Grandmother, where did these ingredients come from?"
Mito pointed outside. "Where else? I bought them on the street. The vegetables are fresher in the morning, so I made some vegetable soup for you two. Hurry and wake Jiraiya up to drink some. Aren't you two going out later?"
A smile spread across Tsunade's face. "Okay, thank you, Grandmother."
Mito smiled as well. "Silly girl, what are you thanking me for? Hurry along, then come back, wash your hands, and eat."
Jiraiya was still sleeping like a dead pig, completely unaware of what was happening downstairs.
It was not until Tsunade came up to wake him that he groggily opened his eyes.
"Is it already this late?" He glanced at his phone. It was almost nine.
He hurriedly got up, got dressed, and headed downstairs.
Seeing the breakfast on the table, as well as Tsunade and Lady Mito waiting for him, Jiraiya was overwhelmed with emotion.
It had been a long time since anyone had waited for him to wake up and eat breakfast.
"Good morning, Tsunade, Lady Mito. It seems I slept in."
Mito waved her hand. "It's normal to be tired after traveling yesterday. Stop talking and come eat. The vegetable soup will get cold soon."
After quickly