Jiraiya stared greedily at the two huge chicken drumsticks! Ever since he had arrived at the border, he had rarely eaten meat. He only occasionally went out for something to eat, but he truly missed food like chicken drumsticks. And it would be even better if Grandma fed him the drumsticks! He had imagined the scene of himself lying in a rocking chair while Grandma fed him fruit countless times!
"Ah?!" Grandma was stunned when she heard Mirai's words. She wondered whether she had misheard him. She was a respectable old woman, Qiqi—how could she do such a thing?! Yet when she looked at Mirai again and saw that he was recovering his strength, she gritted her teeth and fed him a chicken drumstick.
Jiraiya watched Grandma feed Mirai a chicken drumstick, and he felt awful! This was his dream, yet Mirai was enjoying it! It was infuriating! Jiraiya consoled himself by saying that Mirai was still a child. Then he looked at the other drumstick, swallowed, and said to Yang, "Little Yang! Can you give Mirai another chicken drumstick?! Mirai doesn't seem able to finish yours by himself!"
"With what?!" Mirai's words left Jiraiya utterly speechless. How could they possibly be friends?
"Grandma hasn't eaten yet!" Mirai said proudly.
"I haven't eaten either!" Grandma nodded. Though she had eaten plenty that morning, she still craved such a huge chicken drumstick.
"You!" Jiraiya looked helplessly at Mirai and Grandma. If he said anything now, it would be tantamount to ending Haru's life! Yet Mirai and Grandma had dealt him a heavy blow!
"How are Mirai's casualties now?!" Grandma asked Jiraiya as she fed Mirai the chicken drumstick. She had not taken part in the battle from beginning to end. She had been protecting Mirai the whole time, so she did