Yūto had barely gone any distance when Kisame's low voice came from behind him. "Wait."
He turned and raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
Kisame strode after him, his sharklike face utterly serious.
"Please let me help. That bastard Suikazan Fuguki lied to me. I have to settle that score."
Yūto rubbed his chin in thought for two seconds, then suddenly grinned.
"Your main job is to leave descendants. Fighting can wait."
Kisame: ...
He gritted his teeth. "Until I've had my revenge, I will never consider that sort of thing."
Yūto stared at him for a while. Over the past two days, he had also reflected on his own behavior.
Forcing someone to provide instruction and training did seem rather rude.
Presumably, most people would be unwilling to be forced into teaching, even if the other person was a beautiful woman.
He nodded. "Fair point." With that, Yūto turned and kept walking. "Come along."
As the two hurried along the coastline, Yūto suddenly asked, "How soon can the Seven Ninja Swordsmen get here?"
"Half a day at most." Kisame calculated the distance before continuing.
"Their boat is specially made. It's three times faster than an ordinary boat."
"That's enough time." Yūto looked toward the distant outpost. "Just enough to set up a few surprises."
When the outpost came into view, Ebisu and Genma Shiranui were practicing kunai throwing on the beach.
Genma spotted Yūto first, his eyes lighting up. "Senior?!"
"Hey, Genma. We meet again." Yūto waved.
Ebisu rushed straight over, adjusted his Magic Crystal, and lowered his voice.
"Lord Yūto, when is the next volume of Icha Icha Paradise coming out? The money I've saved is practically growing mold!"
The corner of Yūto's mouth twitched. That was Ebisu for you. An ordinary person would never say something like