Even Orochimaru was somewhat surprised. "You're telling me so directly?"
Natsuki spread his hands. "What's the big deal? We're making friends, not sharing positions."
"What matters is sincerity. What does it matter what you're called or where you come from?"
Orochimaru looked at Natsuki and smiled as well.
This was Natsuki—he had always been this honest with him.
"Where are you from?" Orochimaru asked curiously.
Natsuki shook his head. "It seems... I'm not from this universe, nor this time-space."
"Anyway, I'm not from this world."
Orochimaru understood. "No wonder you never considered reviving Natsuki's parents or anything like that."
"And you don't resemble an Uchiha Clan member at all."
Natsuki shrugged. "It doesn't matter. As long as I'm 'Uchiha Natsuki' now, that's enough."
"Where a person comes from isn't important. Where their heart is matters more."
Orochimaru nodded in deep agreement.
Natsuki often said things that were quite interesting.
Yet when one considered them carefully, they all made a certain amount of sense.
"Has there always been a god helping you? Are some of the things you do meant to satisfy that god's preferences?" Orochimaru continued.
This time, Natsuki was genuinely surprised.
"Though it isn't exactly a god, it means roughly the same thing as what you said."
The system was practically no different from a god.
However, those were not a god's preferences, but regrets shared by people like himself.
"Orochimaru, I've always thought you were the smartest person in this world."
"Now it seems I was right."
"You didn't actually deduce that, did you?"
Whenever Natsuki praised Orochimaru, he did so with complete sincerity and right to his face. Even though Orochimaru was not vain, it still delighted him greatly.
He smiled in satisfaction.
"Hehehehehe..."
"Your actions are far too strange. Some of your efforts and gains are