Jiraiya and others camped here in the territory of the Fire Kingdom.

After these few days, Tsunade's mood has obviously stabilized a lot. She sat quietly on the big tree beside her, rubbing the necklace in her hand.

Under the big tree, Jiraiya and Nara Tatsuna were making fire. Hakumizuno and Uzumaki Kushina ran to the distance and began to deal with the hunted hares and wild vegetables collected.

I have to say that the people in Jiraiya's team prefer Nara Kamizu too much. Even Kushina Uzumaki will avoid talking about the battlefield in front of Nara Kamizu.

But Nara Kamizu didn't realize this. He squatted beside Jiraiya at this time. Seeing Jiraiya skillfully crafting fires and building grills, everything felt so incredible.

After all, Nara Quini was a waste house who could not ignite charcoal fire when eating barbecue while eating barbecue. Seeing Jiraiya's smooth life movements, Nara Quini couldn't help but sigh.

‘How great would it be to open a barbecue restaurant, be a ninja? It was a waste.’

Orochimaru leaned against the trunk of a big tree, watching the lives of Hatsuki Mizuno skillfully ending one hare after another in the distance, and once again sighed at the fragility of life.

In the heart of this country of fire, except for the crackling sounds made by branches when burning, everything seemed so quiet. If it was a peaceful time, many people would have come out for a picnic in this beautiful forest.

The movement of Bofeng Mizuno was very fast. After a while, all six or seven hares were bleeding and skinned, and after cleaning, it still had a little bloody smell, but it could no longer be removed.

Nara Tatsumeku saw Habuki Mizuno walking towards this side with the hare worn on the branch, he walked to the side with a tactful look, turned his back to the fire, took out the deleted version of the little yellow book from the ninja bag that he had read several times, and started reading with relish.

Once you have no other entertainment methods, even a boring article is worth reading repeatedly. It is like forgetting to bring your phone in the bathroom, looking at the label on the shampoo and shower gel, you can read it with relish for ten minutes.

This is true for Nara Shimizu. If he had a choice, he would not mind leaving his teacher Jiraiya's Mobao and seeking other entertainment, but now the conditions do not allow it.

"show me."

The sudden sound scared Nara Quini. He looked in the direction where the sound came and found that Tsunade was squatting on the tree trunk, looking down at Nara Quini at an angle parallel to the ground.

"Is this? I'll give it to you."

Nara Kazunaga pointed to the manuscript in his hand. Seeing Tsunade nodding, he didn't dare to refuse. He closed the book and handed it to Tsunade with both hands.

Tsunade didn't care about these details, so she reached out to grab the manuscript, walked along the trunk to the branches, and began to look through Jiraiya's manuscript.

Nara Kamizu, who was deprived of even the only way to entertain, turned around and looked at Jiraiya who was looking at Tsunade (ps: not a repetition), but Jiraiya ignored him.

Before he knew it, Jiraiya's face rose a red color, just like a little girl who was halfway through the love letter and was taken by the male god to read.

Both panic and expectant.

Hakumizumaki quickly turned the two branches that Jiraiya controlled with hares, otherwise they might be burnt later.

Nara Kamatsu also asked about the oil on the hare's body, the fragrance emitted after being scorched by the flames. This oily fragrance covered the bloody smell on the hare's body.

Nara Tamari walked towards the fire, watching the hare's surface begin to sizzle, and tears flowed out of the corner of his mouth without any effort.

The hare did not sprinkle with spices, but the simple aroma of the oil bursting made Nara Qu Ming look forward to it. After all, when I was in the camp, I added dry food every day and water, and there was no drop of oil in the bowl.

The fragrance of wild vegetable soup floating out in the middle further aggravated Nara Shimizu's expectations for this dinner.

On Tsunade, she seemed to have seen some interesting plot, and turned slightly and read the manuscript in her hand in a more comfortable way.

It was also this sideways that Jiraiya couldn't see the expression on Tsunade's face. He sighed regretfully. Jiraiya turned his head back, but was startled by Nara Qu Ming who appeared here at some time.

The grill was also touched in my hand, and the undripped oil on the hare dripped on the burning branches below.

"Sheep~b~"

The meat smell became stronger, Jiraiya also sorted out his emotions, took out a kettle from his arms, and drank several sips to relieve his embarrassment.

Nara Kushina and Nara Kazumi raised their heads and looked at Jiraiya with some strangeness. Uzumaki Kushina looked at Jiraiya with a look of regret.

Jiraiya glared back one by one under the siege of the three of them. Hakubuki Mizuno and Nara Kame were both confused, only Kushina Uzumaki, and Jiraiya stared at each other unconvinced.

“Tons tons~”

In the end, Jiraiya felt guilty, lowered his head, and honestly roasted the hare.

The hares in late autumn are the most fat. After roasting for a long time, the hares have been roasted with continuous grease, making the surface of the hare golden.

As a senior ninja, Jiraiya naturally knows when the hare tastes the best taste, that is, when the oil is about to be exhausted.

Jiraiya was proficient in the heat and sprinkled some salt on the surface of the roasted rabbit. When the salt was completely mixed with the oil on the surface of the rabbit and attached to the rabbit, Jiraiya quickly picked up the rabbit.

He stood up and walked coolly to the tree where Tsunade was sitting and said, "Tsunade, I've baked it for you. This one is the tenderest, you can try it."

The breath of licking the dog spread. Tsunade closed the note book in her hand, jumped down, took the roasted rabbit in Jiraiya's hand, and jumped up again.

Jiraiya waved his hand awkwardly. He actually wanted to talk to Tsunade, but Tsunade didn't seem to have any interest in talking.

Wiping his hands on his body, and when he walked back, his steps seemed a little lonely. As soon as he sat down, he could see three pairs of contemptuous eyes.

"Superficial teenager!"

Jiraiya also looked back in his heart, stretched out his hand, sprinkled salt, and finished it.

Jiraiya picked up another hare and took a light bite. The hare tasted very tender, but Jiraiya tasted very little.

In addition to the taste of salt... Speaking of which, today's salt looks particularly salty!

Jiraiya picked up the kettle, shook it, and put it into the spirits in his heart, handed it to his mouth to relieve the salty taste of salt in his mouth.

“Tons and tons~segment~”

For some reason, Jiraiya's disappointment climbed up, alas~ bitter wine hurts when he gets into his throat~
Chapter completed!