Plate after plate of thick steaks with beautiful marbling was brought out.
Plenty of other cuts were brought over as well and placed on the grills to cook.
The originally bright red beef gradually changed color over the charcoal.
The chefs tending the grills brushed just the right amount of oil onto each piece at the right moment, producing enticing aromas amid the sizzling.
"Yo, are you Naruto Uzumaki?"
Killer B greeted Naruto.
Naruto looked at the man with the strange way of speaking, then glanced at A before finally nodding.
"Yeah, that's me, weird old man."
"Old man?!"
Disbelief flashed in Killer B's eyes behind his sunglasses as he repeated what Naruto had just called him.
So he's focusing on the 'old man' part rather than the 'weird' part?
Naruto silently snarked.
"B, you're already nearly thirty."
A rubbed his forehead as he looked at Killer B, who was shocked by that form of address.
"Damn, no way, B's no old man. B's a young rapper."
After a brief silence, Killer B raised his head and declared proudly.
"..."
Sometimes, A really wanted to find some medicine that could poison Killer B into muteness and put his throat out of commission.
B and Minato were from the same generation.
So there was nothing wrong with Naruto calling Killer B an old man.
"All right, it's about done. Time to eat."
The chefs plated the grilled beef and brought it to the large table in the guesthouse.
As the aroma wafted over, the eyes of several eager eaters instantly lit up.
At the same time, a tiny Kurama quietly slipped out onto Naruto's shoulder.
"What are you staring at? Never seen a Tailed Beast before?"
Everyone's gaze fell on Kurama, but it had no effect whatsoever on him, whose hide