What? Today was the anniversary of my death?
Ah, I honestly didn't remember that.
Seriously, who had nothing better to do than remember the day they died?
Normal people wouldn't remember that, right?
Watanabe Ichiro fell silent, turned his head away, and picked up a plum from beside him to help settle his stomach.
Since it was the anniversary of his death, the deceased himself probably shouldn't make an appearance.
"Every year on this day, Jiraiya sneaks off to drink..."
Dan Katō added from beside him.
"It's strange, isn't it, Tsunade? He can't even taste anything anymore, but he insists on drinking such strong liquor... I remember he drank until his stomach bled last year, didn't he?"
"Huh? Mm! Right, it's so strange... Jiraiya barely ate anything just now, either. Should we get some stomach medicine ready for him?"
Tsunade played along, her voice taking on a worried note.
"He can't taste anything?"
"That's right. Ever since you... Big Brother Leaf Dragon, he's been like that. At first, I honestly thought the pastries I gave him tasted awful. Then I tested him, and sure enough, he couldn't taste anything."
As she spoke, Tsunade pointed at the bowl Jiraiya had eaten from.
Watanabe Ichiro had found it a little odd earlier that the boy looked so indifferent while eating. Now he had his answer.
Dan Katō watched Watanabe Ichiro's expression, then added another remark.
"Jiraiya might cry all night, just like he did in previous years."
You're saying that on purpose, aren't you?
Sensing something was off, Watanabe Ichiro turned to stare at him.
"Which part of that was a lie?"
Dan Katō avoided his gaze and stared at the crab shells in his bowl. Mm, that crab certainly was a crab.
Tsunade lowered her head and stared at the grain