Seeing Jiraiya stroll along at his leisure, stopping to wash up by the roadside—washing his face, tidying his messy hair, and getting rid of the booze stench that could have knocked someone dead.
Once he was done, he pulled out some jerky from his pocket and ate it with the stream water, savoring every bite.
"Want some?"
He gestured with the jerky in his hand.
Yan rolled his eyes. "No need. Enjoy it yourself."
Itachi's mouth twitched slightly.
Jiraiya had just been washing up beside the stream. The moment he finished, he took out jerky to eat, even scooping up water with his hand to drink.
And the stream flowed very slowly.
What Jiraiya was doing was basically eating jerky while drinking the water he had washed himself in.
Having been used to being sloppy since childhood, Jiraiya did not care about being disliked. He sat right down on the ground, chewing on his jerky while chatting with Yan about everything under the sun.
"By the way, I heard the Uchiha clan and the Shimura clan have had some unpleasantness lately?"
What did Lord Jiraiya mean by that?
Itachi glanced at Yan. Yan shook his head at him, then sat down on a nearby rock.
"It's not too bad. Just a minor conflict. Compared to Lord Danzo, it hardly counts for anything.
"After all, while things are causing such a stir outside, Lord Danzo can still use all sorts of shameless methods to target the Uchiha, creating trouble for us that has an enormous negative impact."
Sure enough, the Uchiha really hated Danzo, especially Uchiha Yan.
No wonder he could openly curse him out in the Police Department.
After eating a few pieces of jerky, Jiraiya wrapped up the rest and put it away. With a regretful sigh, he said,