Nagato's idea was well received by everyone. Since they had already settled on that positioning and intended to develop it, they had to have their own distinctive features.
Otherwise, it would not be a good thing if the two worlds became too similar.
As the three of them kept chatting, they gradually began to feel sleepy, so they each returned to their rooms to sleep.
Early the next morning, the birdsong outside the window woke A-Gang.
When she got out of bed, she found that grandmother had already made breakfast and was waiting for her to eat.
There was a portion for Jiraiya too.
"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 you some vegetable soup. Hurry and wake Jiraiya up to drink it. Aren't you two going out to have fun in a bit?"
A smile spread across A-Gang's face. "All right. Thank you, Grandmother."
Mito smiled as well when she heard that. "Silly girl, what are you thanking me for? Hurry along, then come back and wash your hands for breakfast."
At that moment, Jiraiya was still sleeping like a dead pig, completely unaware of what was happening downstairs.
It was not until A-Gang came up to call him that he woke in a daze.
"Is it already this late?" He glanced at his phone. It was almost nine.
He quickly got up, put on his clothes, and went downstairs.
Seeing the breakfast on the table, as well as A-Gang and Lady Mito waiting for him, Jiraiya was overwhelmed with mixed feelings for a moment.
It had been a long time since anyone had waited for him to get up and eat breakfast.
"Good morning, A-Gang, Lady Mito.