Senju Kyogawa used a knife to divide the cake evenly into four portions, placed them on separate plates, and gave everyone one.
The moment Senju Hashirama received his cake, he eagerly scooped up a spoonful and stuffed the entire large bite into his mouth. The pink-and-white cream smeared all over Senju Hashirama's mouth. In that instant, the sweet fragrance and soft, fluffy texture burst together in his mouth, almost blowing apart his taste buds.
"Delicious, delicious! Little Kyogawa, how did you even come up with such strange things? It's so good!" Senju Hashirama praised excitedly.
Senju Hashirama was not forcing himself to compliment it, either.
Though the cake did not look particularly exquisite, it truly tasted excellent—sweet without being cloying. Once a bite of cream entered the mouth, there was no need to chew; it melted after being held there for a moment, leaving behind a faint fragrance between the lips and teeth. Upon savoring it carefully, the rich aroma of cream lingered in the mouth, sweet and fragrant.
It was the kind of delicacy one would never forget after a single bite—at any rate, Senju Hashirama had fallen in love with the taste.
"Little brother's head is filled with strange things every day. It's not surprising that he could make something like a 'cake,'" Senju Tobirama immediately replied upon hearing Senju Hashirama's question.
Senju Tobirama ate his cake far more elegantly than Senju Hashirama. He scooped up bite after bite, and though each mouthful was small, he ate very quickly. It was clear that he liked this "cake" as well.
When Senju Kyogawa saw that neither of them examined the origins of this "cake" too closely, he secretly let out a sigh of relief. He truly was not good at making excuses.
Senju Butsuma had never liked talking at