"Lord Natsuki."
Kyoko was about to stand when Natsuki gently pressed her shoulder, making her sit back down.
"You're pregnant. Why are you still being so formal?"
"Boss!" Kisame grinned, baring his teeth.
Natsuki patted Kisame's gray skin. "I never expected you two to be the fastest."
"Did you put Samehada in the sea?"
Kisame chuckled. "You won't let me fight, so I had no choice but to leave it in the sea."
Natsuki curled his lip. "Kyoko is pregnant, and you're still thinking about running off somewhere?"
"There'll be plenty of chances later. You can't even tell what matters more."
Natsuki no longer lacked mid- to high-level combat power. It could be said that even if Obito launched the Fourth Shinobi World War, Kisame was not necessary for Natsuki's plan to hammer the entire Ninja World into one piece.
After all, Natsuki had seen far too many melodramatic stories about men leaving their pregnant wives at home, heading to war, and dying on the battlefield. He firmly refused to allow that.
He would turn a highly unlikely possibility into a zero possibility.
Although resurrection was no longer difficult for him, resources were limited and could not be wasted.
At that moment, the shop owner came out with another plate piled high with meat skewers and placed it on their table.
Natsuki sniffed. After coming to this world, he had been unable to recreate many delicacies with their original flavors.
But when it came to barbecue, he was quite satisfied.
Natsuki wasted no time digging in.
"Not bad, not bad. It smells great."
"Which countries have you visited?"
As he ate, Natsuki casually chatted with Kyoko and Kisame.
"Oh, there are countries like that too..."
Natsuki learned of several countries whose names he had never heard before, but most of