His clothes were also dark purple and covered in dirt. When Mirai had lain on the ground yesterday, the dirt had stuck to them. His face was smeared with blood and grime, and his hair was disheveled because he had neither washed it nor slept.
In this state, Mirai stared through the window at the food on the street, his throat swallowing rhythmically.
Looking as he did now, even a Konoha resident standing right in front of Mirai probably would not recognize him—and might even kick him a few times. After all, the foolish smile that had been on Mirai's face for a while was simply begging to be punched!
Knock, knock...
Mirai curled up by the window, hugging his legs with both arms. When someone knocked, he looked over blankly and giggled.
After three knocks, Mirai still did not react. At that moment, he felt dizzy again and could collapse at any time. However, this time, he did not know whether it was hunger or the Kaioken assaulting him.
Mirai had not noticed it at first, but after smelling the fragrance outside, he grew increasingly hungry. Then he suddenly remembered that after the great battle, he had not eaten anything this morning—or yesterday.
As a result, Mirai felt even worse. At his worst, he merely giggled, ignoring the knocking.
Knock, knock...
The knocking sounded again, but this time it was obviously much softer than before.
"Hm? Knocking? It seemed like someone knocked just now?"
Mirai paused, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "It can't be Naraku! He didn't leave?!"
But after his surprise, Mirai stood up again, because he thought that if Naraku had not left, he should have knocked last night instead of waiting until now.
So, after thinking it over carefully, there was probably only one possibility for