The two of them drank until their faces and necks were flushed, finally reaching the point where they couldn't drink another drop.
The group chatted a little longer before deciding to call it a night.
Konan wrapped the drunken Yahiko in paper and flew him back to the tower.
Nagato slung Jiraiya's arm over his shoulder, ready to take him back to his hotel.
"Master Jiraiya, where are you staying?"
"..."
"Master Jiraiya?"
Nagato turned, hoping to ask Xuanhui and Pakura for help.
But when he looked back, the street was empty...
Nagato's heart was instantly filled with a sack of rice!
"Master Jiraiya, I'm afraid you'll have to put up with a little discomfort..."
As for why those two had run off so quickly...
"Kushina told me that if you drink too much, you won't be able to fight at all."
"Didn't I tell you to stop hanging around her?"
"Oh, come on, this is all useful experience! Asking around so we can both enjoy ourselves more is only natural!"
"Don't tell me you still want to?"
"I want to try drunken boxing..."
So they had both drunk enough to feel woozy, but not enough to get completely drunk.
The moment they left, they went straight back to the hotel.
Whether it was the alcohol or simply their state of mind, they couldn't say.
They fought until two in the morning before finally going to sleep.
The next day, they slept all the way until noon.
"Sweetheart, what do you want for lunch?"
"Anything's fine. Let's walk around and see."
Pakura pouted and nuzzled into Xuanhui's arms.
"You used to be so decisive. Whenever I hesitated, you could always help me choose..."
"That was when you weren't confident in yourself. Now I want to hear more of your