Main World.
Summer, Year 20 of Konoha.
British Continent, New Capital.
Imperial Palace, Consort Xin's bedchamber.
Jilan sat on the soft carpet, clutching a lock of long red hair in his little hand and stuffing it into his mouth. It was Kushina's hair-it had just fallen out, and she had not had time to clean it up. The little fellow ate with relish, a few strands of hair still clinging to the corners of his mouth.
"Jilan! Don't eat that!"
Kushina crouched down and gently took his little hand.
Jilan cried, "Ah, ah," refusing to give up.
"Why does this child keep eating hair?"
Toyotomi Yinglang pushed the door open and walked in. His brow furrowed slightly at the sight.
"Yinglang, look at Jilan."
There was a trace of helplessness in Kushina's voice.
"He's eating hair again."
Toyotomi Yinglang walked over, crouched down, and picked Jilan up. The little fellow gazed at him with scarlet Sharingan eyes, still chewing a few red hairs, his face innocent.
"Jilan, does it taste good?"
Toyotomi Yinglang asked.
Jilan cried, "Ah, ah," and reached for his hair.
"Apparently it does."
The corner of Toyotomi Yinglang's mouth twitched.
"Yinglang, what should we do?"
There was a hint of anxiety in Kushina's voice.
"We can't let him keep eating hair, can we?"
"It can be cured."
Toyotomi Yinglang laid Jilan on the bed, reached out, and pressed his hand against the top of his head. A thread of gentle Dragon Essence power flowed from his palm and seeped into Jilan's body. Jilan trembled slightly, then quieted down. The hair in his mouth was enveloped by the Dragon Essence power and slowly expelled.
"Done."
Toyotomi Yinglang withdrew his hand.
"He won't eat hair anymore."
A glimmer flashed in Kushina's eyes.
"Really?"
"Really."
Toyotomi Yinglang nodded.
"I used