Jiraiya greedily eyed the two huge chicken legs as well! Ever since he had arrived at the border, he had rarely eaten meat. He occasionally went out for something to eat, but he truly craved food like chicken legs. And it would be even better if Grandma fed him the chicken legs—just like the scene of him lying in a rocking chair while Grandma fed him fruit. He did not know how many times he had been swept up by it!
"Ah!" Grandma was shocked by Mirai's words. She wondered if she had misheard him. She was a respectable old woman—how could she do such a thing? But when she looked at Mirai again, she realized that he was recovering his strength. Gritting her teeth, she fed him the chicken leg.
Jiraiya watched Grandma feed Mirai the chicken leg. This was no good! It was his dream, yet Mirai was enjoying it! It was infuriating! Jiraiya comforted himself by saying that Mirai was still a child. Then he looked at the other chicken leg, swallowed, and said to Mirai, "Mr. Mirai! Can I give Mirai another chicken leg? He doesn't seem able to eat it by himself!"
"What do you want?!" Mirai suddenly said, sounding frightened. They were not friends.
"Grandma hasn't eaten yet!" Mirai said smugly.
"I haven't eaten either!" Grandma nodded. She had eaten plenty that morning, yet she was still eating such a large chicken leg.
"You..." Jiraiya looked helplessly at Mirai and Grandma. If he said anything now, he was bound to end Haru's life! But Mirai and Grandma had dealt him a devastating blow!
"How are Mirai's casualties now?" As she fed Mirai the chicken leg, Grandma asked Jiraiya. She had never taken part in the war from beginning to end. She had always protected