Jiraiya thumped his chest a few times, swallowed the meat in his mouth, and roared at Orochimaru:
"It was my suggestion, but didn't you agree to it? Why are you blaming me alone now?"
"Because your table manners are the worst."
Orochimaru added a few disdainful jabs.
Jingyi said to Hatake Sakumo, "Senior, there's no need to feel restrained. This is just how I get along with them."
"No, no, I was just..."
Hatake Sakumo smiled awkwardly and wanted to explain, but the words would not come out.
Because he still held some resentment toward Jingyi.
What had happened before had nearly caused him social death. Although Jingyi had been trying to save him, anyone would have been depressed after going through something like that.
Except for someone as shameless as Jiraiya.
He had been mistaken for a pervert, yet just a few days later, he had already forgotten all about it.
Jingyi smiled and raised his cup. "Senior, may you return victorious!!"
"Thank you." Hatake Sakumo felt himself relax considerably.
With Jiraiya joking around, the atmosphere became livelier as well. The little dissatisfaction Hatake Sakumo had felt had long since vanished without a trace.
He simply was not good with words. Like Orochimaru, he spent most of the time sitting quietly to one side with a smile on his face, listening to Jingyi and Jiraiya bicker.
Orochimaru did not like talking because he did not want to say too much to Jiraiya. If he were chatting with Jingyi, he would have had even more to say than Jiraiya.
As for Hatake Sakumo, he was simply the honest sort.
If he had not been so honest, and so influenced by that so-called samurai spirit, he would not have chosen to take his own life over one little scheme by Shimura