The Sword Bag was wrapped in black leather, long and snug against the back of this young woman who was striking both inside and out. With a casual flick of his hand, the sword could fall into his grasp...
The fat man felt an itch in his palm and cautiously, yet seemingly indifferently, scratched his forehead with a chuckle, "Our family here is not sitting in postpartum confinement~~ I am Uzumaki Naruto... Do you know Uzumaki Naruto? Uzumaki, that Naruto!"
Uzumaki... that Naruto?
"The one with the shitty yellow color?" Another table had a lady with a pretty face and seductive figure who rolled her eyes over.
"I seem to only remember that kid's clothes were shitty yellow, when did he start carrying a shitty yellow sanitary pad"
Pfft!
The people smothered their laughter.
It wasn't long before Sui Yi and his three companions had their fill and arrived at the riverbank.
