The children immediately got to work. Although they were all a little tired after a day of traveling, the moment food came up, they were sure to muster a hundred percent of their energy.
"Great! We'll get right to it!"
Jiraiya went to the door and opened it. The faces were familiar. "Lord Jiraiya, we meet again. This is the dinner Lord Hokage ordered for you. Please enjoy."
A group of people entered the apartment, set all kinds of dishes and staple foods on the dining table, then left.
They all knew about Jiraiya's relationship with the Hokage, and that these children were all well-connected, too.
Naturally, they were more respectful than they'd been yesterday, and there was even a hint of flattery in their words.
Jiraiya didn't understand any of that, though. All he could think about was digging in!
"Good, good. If there's nothing else, I'll see you out. Thanks for your service."
Then Jiraiya hurriedly closed the door and went to the table, where he began to wolf down the food.
The person outside could only sigh helplessly. "Ah, never mind. This guy doesn't seem too bright. Let's go."
The others who had brought the food also looked a little helpless, but could only leave dejectedly.
In no time at all, the table looked as if a whirlwind had swept through it.
Everyone was eating like mad.
Calling it a meal didn't seem quite right, because their table manners were atrocious.
They'd been hungry all day, so nobody cared about appearances. They stuffed themselves without restraint.
They'd eaten Military Ration Pills during the day to replenish their strength, but that had only convinced their brains and stomachs that they'd eaten.
Their mouths hadn't gotten the message.
Military Ration Pills tasted awful and had a terrible texture. How