At that moment, the elder also came over with a genial smile. "My lords, the evening meal has been prepared. Please, come with me."
Hashirama and Mito followed the elder to his home.
The rough wooden table was already covered with steaming dishes.
Most of them were mainly vegetables, with a meat dish in the very center that looked like either pheasant or wild duck.
The rest were foods that filled the stomach more easily, such as potatoes.
It was clear that life in this valley was not easy. They could only eat ordinary food like this.
And that pheasant had certainly been slaughtered specially to entertain them.
"Please do not take offense, my lords. These are already the best dishes we can offer."
There was not the slightest trace of displeasure on Hashirama's face. "Why would we? I feel like every dish here suits my tastes perfectly."
The elder smiled faintly. "As long as you two like them. May I ask when we will set out tomorrow?"
Hashirama thought for a moment. "Around seven in the morning, I suppose. That should ensure we can reach Konoha by tomorrow afternoon."
If it were only ninja, one day would be enough.
But there were also many ordinary people in the group. Although they were members of the Uzumaki Clan, they were not ninja.
In order to accommodate them, their marching speed would inevitably be much slower.
The time Hashirama suggested was also acceptable to the elder. After dinner, he immediately informed the entire village of the matter.
No one had any objections to the timing, so it was settled just like that.
After Hashirama and Mito finished eating, they returned to their room to rest.
The Uzumaki clansmen also lay down early, but they tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.