The next day, when the three woke up, it was already late morning. Daidao, meanwhile, remained unconscious due to the medicine.
Yizhe volunteered to go out and buy food, while also checking on the situation.
With Tsunade's name protecting him, even if Rikaku knew Daidao was in his hands, he would not act for the time being unless he saw it with his own eyes.
Therefore, Yizhe was not worried about his own safety.
The moment he left the inn, he activated his Byakugan and swept his gaze around.
Although there did not seem to be many samurai watching outside the inn, he discovered a large number of men concealed in nearby corners and private homes.
Without needing to think further, he concluded that they had to be Rikaku's people.
"They really won't go away!" He shook his head, pretending to be unconcerned as he headed into a small street on his right.
About two hundred meters down the street was a steamed bun shop.
The buns tasted quite good, and Tsunade and the others all liked them, so Yizhe had been coming here often to buy breakfast lately.
"Boss, pack up twenty steamed buns for me!"
He entered the shop, found a clean seat, and sat down to wait for the owner to pack his order.
Soon afterward, two samurai in black also entered the steamed bun shop.
The two had followed Yizhe all the way without trying to hide it, openly keeping watch over him. They did not say a word, merely staring at him with four unblinking eyes.
"Customer, here are your steamed buns!"
Just as Yizhe was starting to feel uneasy beneath their burning stares, the owner brought over the packed buns.
The strange atmosphere was finally broken.
"Here's the payment!" Hearing that, Yizhe relaxed and