Food

What?

Koki going to take care of them?

In that dark and damp cave, the atmosphere suddenly became extremely eerie. Upon hearing this, everyone's gazes turned to Koki, their faces showing astonishment.

Upon hearing this, Yahiko couldn't help but burst into laughter. His gaze fell on Koki, his eyes filled with endless helplessness. Koki indeed had an otherworldly appearance, the very image of a reclusive nobleman.

"We appreciate your kindness." Yahiko shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of resolve.

After saying that, he took out the last bit of food from his pocket and slowly handed it to Koki: "Eat up and then leave. Take care of yourself."

"Yahiko!" Kyusuke shouted angrily.

Koki didn't waste any words and glanced directly at Kakuzu.

Kakuzu silently stepped forward and lit a candle. The faint candlelight flickered gracefully in the cave, as if bringing a touch of warmth and hope.

Then, Kakuzu handed the package to Koki, Koki took out the scroll inside without hesitation.

These were supplies that Koki had carefully prepared in advance, knowing the harsh environment of the Land of Rain, as well as a large number of items that his family had prepared for him out of concern when he went out of the village to carry out his mission last time.

That overflowing care is now playing a significant role in this Land of Rain.

Those scrolls were Orochimaru's latest invention. When he used them, they were not only spacious, but food placed inside and then taken out remained as good as new, as if time had stood still inside.

Therefore, Shisui and Kakashi would cook delicious food whenever they had free time and store it inside for future needs.

"Here." With a flick of her wrist, Koki tossed a scroll toward Kyusuke with effortless grace. The scroll traced a beautiful arc in the air before landing steadily at Kyusuke's feet.

Kyusuke frowned slightly, examining the scroll with suspicion. "What is this?"

"Why don't you just take a look and see?"

Kyusuke a slight hesitation, Kyusuke slowly crouched down, his trembling fingers carefully lifting the scroll. With a "bang," a cloud of white mist rose up like a dream, and then slowly dissipated.

After the fog dissipated, everyone's gaze involuntarily focused on the ground, where they saw a pile of water sacs, all bulging and full.

Kyusuke hurriedly crouched down, his eyes flashing with disbelief. "This is water? Clean water?"

They haven't had clean water in a long time. The rainwater from the sky is murky, mixed with dust and impurities, while the river water is ravaged by viruses and emits a pungent odor.

These water bags were like a godsend to them.

"Yes, you guys drink first."

Kyusuke's hands trembled slightly as he slowly unscrewed the lid of the water pouch, took a small sip, and the sweet and moist taste immediately burst in his mouth, like a clear spring flowing over parched land.

He shouted excitedly, "It really is water! You can drink it!"

He immediately stood up and hurriedly handed the water pouch to Konan. Konan was taken aback, then took it and turned to hand it to Yahiko.

Kyusuke witnessing Konan's actions, Kyusuke felt a subtle sense of loss welling up inside him.

Yahiko took a small bite, and his eyes immediately lit up!

He shouted, "It's drinkable, everyone drink!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was overjoyed and rushed forward, each grabbing a water bag and drinking eagerly.

"Hey? Drink slowly, don't choke! What do you want to eat? Choose for yourselves!" Koki took out everything from the scrolls.

Everyone was so shocked by what they saw that they almost dropped the water pouch they were holding!

But then, Koki had set up a huge dining table, on which a variety of delicious dishes were laid out, with a plump chicken roasted to a golden brown and crispy center.

Next to the roast chicken was roast meat, emitting an enticing aroma. The skin was a tempting golden brown, and the fat on it glistened slightly in the candlelight, making it look incredibly delicious.

The fresh fruit platter on the side was beautifully arranged, the fragrant bread was crisp and tempting, and the dried meat on the plate was of various kinds, including beef, pork and chicken, with clear textures and rich meaty aroma.

Every bite is full of chewiness and firmness.

In addition, there are exquisite pastries adorning the cakes. The peach blossom cake is shaped like a blooming peach blossom with delicate and fine petals; the green rice dumplings exude a faint aroma of mugwort; the glutinous rice balls are soft, sweet, and have a rich and delicious red bean paste filling.

There were also some canned drinks on the edge of the table, including juice, tea, and coffee.

The cave was filled with the aroma of food, and all the dishes were steaming hot, as if they had just come out of the pot.

Everyone's eyes lingered greedily on the table full of delicacies, their mouths watering, yet they hesitated to approach, afraid that the dreamlike scene would vanish in an instant.

Some people turned their faces away in embarrassment, afraid that their greed would be exposed.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Koki said, "What are you all standing there for? Eat up, but eat slowly, I'm afraid your stomachs can't handle it."

Upon hearing this, everyone swarmed forward, indulging in the fleeting pleasure brought by the delicious food, while Koki, holding a steaming Ichiraku Ramen, slowly walked towards Yahiko.

His footsteps drew closer, and Yahiko's face gradually became clearer. His fiery orange spiky hair shone brightly in the dim light, radiating boundless vitality.

His handsome face, with its sculpted features, straight nose, and tightly closed lips, held a deep gaze fixed on Koki. He gave a radiant smile, warm as the sun, and sincerely said, "Thank you."

Koki gently shook her head, a faint smile on her face, "It's nothing, just a small favor."

He handed the ramen to Yahiko, who hurriedly reached out to take it, but accidentally aggravated his wound.

In an instant, intense pain engulfed him like a tidal wave, his heart clenched as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He curled up in agony, his body involuntarily contorting into a bow, each breath a fierce struggle against his throat, air seeming like a luxury, elusive and unattainable.

In that instant, his vision blurred, the colors of the world faded, and it became a chaotic blur.