Raising his wineglass, Jiraiya remained silent for several seconds before finally speaking.
This counted as a promise. As long as what Uchiha Ronglin did did not harm the village's interests or lead Konoha into the abyss, he would support Ronglin.
"Thanks!"
Ronglin smiled and raised his glass. Jiraiya immediately burst into laughter.
"Hehehe, I knew you wouldn't refuse to clink glasses with me. Hey—wait, what are you doing? You're pouring out the wine?!!!"
When he saw Ronglin glance at his glass before setting it down outright, Jiraiya, who had finally found an opportunity, immediately panicked.
"No. I need to sober up a little. I'm the Hokage—I can't get drunk."
"..."
Anyone could play dirty. Ronglin laughed to himself.
"Sure enough, alcohol really isn't a good thing."
Night had fallen, and Ronglin had no idea how much he had drunk. Bottles littered the table and its surroundings, enough to make anyone's head ache just looking at them. Jiraiya and Tsunade had both practically collapsed.
After tossing some money onto the table, Ronglin hoisted Tsunade over his shoulder and left. As for Jiraiya, he could sleep it off slowly.
After leaving the tavern, Ronglin carried Tsunade down the street. Once he confirmed there was no one nearby, he gave her butt a pat.
"Alright, pretending to be drunk because you're afraid of getting sentimental—I really have to admire you two. How did your stomachs even grow? You drank that much."
Ronglin did not know how Tsunade and Jiraiya felt, but he was in terrible shape. His stomach kept churning, and he could throw up at any moment.
"Bastard!"
Tsunade slapped Ronglin irritably, climbed down from his shoulder, and stretched lazily.
"Who knew that guy had become so sentimental? I thought he'd been sold off by some woman out there."
"Sold?"
Ronglin could