Time moved on. Elsewhere, as he looked up and saw the sky gradually darkening, Food's expression had gone from initial irritation to complete despair.
He was starving now, but the person beside him kept rambling on and on, even pulling out a pile of plants that looked edible and earnestly urging him to give them a try.
That alone would have been fine, but the problem was that after eating those unidentified plants to demonstrate, that person's face immediately turned green, then purple, and he did not even dare open his mouth to properly finish a sentence.
Thinking of this, Food wore a bitter expression. He could not run away, and he could not win in a fight. He did not understand why he had to suffer this torment here.
"Cough, um, well, I found something else. It should be... edible enough to swallow. Do you want to try it?" Hashirama's tone clearly lacked confidence.
Food did not want to respond. He suddenly stopped in front of a house and said to Hashirama, "If you don't want to sleep on the streets tonight, help me open the door."
"Hm? You didn't bring a key?" Hashirama asked doubtfully. Even so, his hand had already instinctively gone to the door. Without much force, he pushed it open.
The moment the door opened, a figure suddenly darted out, stumbling as he fled into the distance. In just a few moments, he had vanished from sight.
Hashirama's expression stiffened. "...This isn't your home?"
Food narrowed his eyes. "It is now."
Even after entering the house, Hashirama was still thinking about it. Guilt was plainly visible on his face. They had found somewhere to stay, but putting himself in that person's shoes, once he left this house, that person would have to sleep on the