Mirai rubbed his stomach, then looked up at the clock hanging on the wall and found that it was already one in the afternoon. He raised a hand, pulled open the curtains, and leaned out to look below, checking whether any new stalls had appeared.
Unfortunately, although there was plenty of food on the street, Mirai had already eaten it all that morning. None of it suited his palate, so even though he was starving, he had no desire to eat any more of it.
Forget it. I'll go downstairs and ask the receptionist whether this town has anything good to eat!
Sitting around would not make food line up in front of him, so Mirai got up and went to the bathroom.
If he was going out to meet people, naturally he should dress up a little more handsomely!
After fixing his hair and clothes and checking himself in the mirror, Mirai felt that he was still as handsome as ever!
Once he was ready, Mirai did not put on a mask to keep the people of Konoha from recognizing him. After all, if he wore a mask, how would anyone get to see his handsome self?
"What's wrong with me? It seems the second illness I'd been suppressing has broken free of its seal."
Mirai's thoughts were becoming dangerously strange, to the point where even he felt that something was off.
As for not wearing a mask, Mirai had originally thought that this place was a thousand kilometers away from Konoha. Konoha's influence might be great, but it could not possibly spread here so quickly. And even if it had reached this far, it was unlikely to have reached this little town, so Mirai had felt there was no need to wear one.
Yet for some reason, that