No talking while eating, no speaking while sleeping.
The three little ones wolfed down their food. Jiraiya watched Konan gather up the bowls and chopsticks with practiced ease, seemingly about to head outside to wash them.
He looked over and asked hesitantly, "Will Konan... be all right on her own?"
He remembered that the water source was quite far away. Wasn't it a little too dangerous for a girl to go out this late?
Yahiko gave the worried Jiraiya a strange look.
"Konan's just putting the bowls away... This is the Land of Rain. Rain is normal here, so we can just wash them with rainwater tomorrow morning..."
"Uh..." Jiraiya's habitual way of thinking had tripped him up. He wasn't very familiar with the environment here, but he didn't panic at all.
"What's the Land of Rain?" the man asked with a frown, as though the name meant nothing to him.
His reaction was so natural that Yahiko began to believe his claim of amnesia. He explained, "The place we live in is the Land of Rain."
"The leader of this country is Lord Hanzo of the Salamander. He's a very good leader who's working hard to maintain peace in the Land of Rain."
"From what the villagers say, until about three years ago, the Land of Rain was always peaceful. People didn't live well, but they could still scrape by..."
"But ever since the Lands of Wind and Earth declared war on Konoha, our lives have taken a sharp turn for the worse. For their own benefit, the Lands of Wind and Earth infiltrated our Land of Rain, killing for fun and disrupting the villagers' lives every day. And the Land of Fire broke its treaty, manipulated food prices, and plundered our money, leaving us without enough to eat..."