"Jiraiya-sensei, you didn't seriously skip breakfast for them, did you?"
Hyuga Wuye walked over to the windowsill and rapped Jiraiya's desk irritably.
"Who said I didn't feed them breakfast?"
Jiraiya shot Yahiko an unhappy look. "Brat, say that again."
"Y-You did feed us..."
Yahiko said weakly, "You only gave us one pill, though, and it tasted awful..."
"At least you didn't starve."
Jiraiya snorted and threw himself back into his great creative work.
Hyuga Wuye craned his neck for a look and spotted words like "plump," "ravine," and "tempting"...
When it came to shamelessness, even the author who wanted to soar over the vast sea couldn't compare to him.
Couldn't be helped. His publications didn't have to pass censorship...
"We didn't starve, but it completely ruined our sense of taste..."
Seeing that Hyuga Wuye was unmoved, Yahiko quickly shut up. His eyes darted about before he pointed at Konan. "It was so bad that Konan didn't even eat breakfast!"
Konan raised her eyes and glanced at him before lowering her head again, quietly looking at her little hands.
A paper flower slowly took shape in her palm...
"Oh, Konan? I left dried fruit by her bedside," Hyuga Wuye said casually.
Crack!
Yahiko looked as if he'd been struck by lightning. "W-What?! Konan had dried fruit?!"
"Yeah. I thought you two had some too, so I didn't leave any for you."
Konan, who had been focused on folding paper, looked up again and secretly glanced at Wuye. No one knew what she had thought of, but her face instantly reddened, and she hurriedly lowered her head again.
People did not worry about having too little, but about having an unfair share. Yet those who worried about unfairness were always the ones who received too little. If someone had been specially treated