Natsuki rubbed his chin, wondering if it was time to wrap things up.
He waved a hand. "Izumi is incredibly talented, and she's now the only Uchiha woman not related to you by blood."
"If you and Izumi have two gifted children, I might consider only having you make clones."
"After all, for a high-quality bloodline, both the paternal and maternal lines need to be outstanding."
To those who did not know Natsuki, he seemed like an iron-blooded, Dictatorial Monarch-type clan head who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
After all, controlling bloodline reproduction was not unheard of.
Some ninja villages and special bloodlines had done exactly that in the past.
Only Tobirama and the Shadow Nine-Tails inside Minato's stomach were silently grumbling to themselves.
Who knew what kind of mischief Natsuki was plotting again?
Fortunately, Sasuke had lived for over thirty years and had better self-control. Otherwise, he would have been unable to keep his facial expression under control by now.
Madara and Izuna watched the entire show from the side. Madara had not dealt with Natsuki for long.
Yet Natsuki trusted him immensely—trusted him without reason.
Although Madara did not know what medicine Natsuki was selling from his gourd,
that did not stop him from enjoying the show.
Orochimaru was also watching from the side. His face remained expressionless, but his eyes were full of amusement.
This was not the first time Natsuki had done something like this. Clearly, it was that deity's preference.
But as far as Natsuki was concerned, he was simply forcing a ship.
After all, Itachi and Izumi's situation here was extremely complicated, and Natsuki could not stay here to watch over them.
It would be a pity if they missed each other because of some strange reason.
It was better to