Could he have used the Yin Seal? But Jiraiya had not seen any mark on his forehead.
It really made no sense. This world was far too magical.
Lord Hashirama's Six Paths Level strength made his youthful face just barely understandable.
It could be attributed to the unique traits of a Six Paths Level ninja.
But this Lord Ashina before him looked like he was only thirty to forty years old.
Yet his true age was actually nearly a hundred! And he did not have Six Paths Level strength either, so how had he done it?
However, Jiraiya did not have time to think any further. "My lords, please continue chatting. I'll go help Lady Mito carry out the dishes."
Then he turned and ran toward the kitchen.
The three old men exchanged glances, then all burst into hearty laughter.
"Not bad, not bad. He seems all right."
"Indeed. Quite energetic."
Hearing these people's inexplicable words, A-Gang was utterly confused.
"Grandfather, what are you three talking about? Why don't I understand?"
Hashirama immediately waved his hand. "Nothing, nothing. We were just chatting casually."
Soon, as dish after dish was carried to the table, everyone took their seats in order.
Mito personally carried out the final dish and placed it in the very center of the table.
"All right, everyone, let's eat."
Mito was in a very good mood, and her voice was gentle.
"Aren't you going to say something? You made such a lavish meal."
Mito shook her head. "None of us are outsiders. Just eat in peace. There's no need for those formal remarks. Come, come, everyone dig in."
Mito's words put Jiraiya much more at ease. He was not very good at speaking in front of so many seniors.
He was a ninja in his forties and could