As Ginji drifted off to sleep, the people in the room gradually dispersed.
Kawaki and Tsunade remained behind, chatting about the baby and dreaming about the future.
It was unclear how much time had passed when Natsuki called out from outside the room, "Tsunade, come eat."
Her voice came before she even stepped inside.
"Coming, sister-in-law," Tsunade replied.
"Keep an eye on him. I'll take over after dinner."
She stood up to remind Kawaki.
"Go ahead, eat well."
Kawaki smirked slightly, his meaning clear between the lines.
"Not worth my time," Tsunade muttered, rolling her eyes at him before heading out with Natsuki toward the dining hall.
Only after watching Tsunade disappear did Kawaki walk over and crouch beside his son.
Looking at this tiny miracle made him smile uncontrollably.
"You sure picked the right parents, kiddo."
"Born right into our family—so much good fortune ahead of you."
Kawaki talked softly while watching Ginji sleep peacefully.
He didn't even realize how much he'd been talking to himself.
Luckily there was no one else around—otherwise they might think he'd gone soft.
When Tsunade reached the dining hall, everyone had already taken their seats.
The gathering was unusually complete tonight—Mito had finally accepted Sakumo's repeated invitations and now sat in the main seat.
"Bring out the food," Natsuki signaled to the servants once Tsunade had settled down.
Immediately, a lineup of steaming soups was placed before her—carp soup, old hen soup, pig trotters with peanuts soup…
"Is all this really necessary?" Tsunade turned her gaze directly toward Mito.
She didn't need to guess—it was obviously Grandma's doing.
Back when Natsuki was pregnant, things weren't nearly this extravagant.
"How could we not? Don't let little Ginji go hungry," Mito said it as if it were completely natural, leaving Tsunade without a rebuttal.
"Drink as much as you can manage! Or just a little if you can't!" Natsuki chimed in cheerfully, prompting Tsunade to scoop herself a full bowl of chicken soup first.
Once all the dishes were served, everyone began eating.
Tsunade eyed the spicy dishes and reached for them with her chopsticks when Mito stopped her.
"You can't eat that—stick to something bland."
Without even looking up, Mito spotted her move perfectly.
"Grandma, just one bite?" Tsunade gestured with her fingers, showing how small it would be.
"No way. Not happening." Mito sternly refused, giving no room for negotiation.
"Fine then, I won't eat it," Tsunade grumbled, pulling back her chopsticks and downing the entire bowl of soup in one go—to let off some steam.
"Good! Drink more!" Mito added, still smirking beside her, making Tsunade clench her teeth in frustration.
But what could she do? That was her dear grandmother.
For once, Tsunade knew exactly what it felt like to be ganged up on.
On the opposite side, Nawaki struggled to hold in a laugh, mentally cheering Mito on.
Big sis, weren't you so tough?
How about going against Grandma?
Just as he was getting a bit too smug, he noticed Misaki tapping his leg.
He looked up—and locked eyes with Tsunade's death glare.
"If you want to laugh, just laugh already. It looks painful holding it in like that."
Tsunade sounded almost kind—except her tone was anything but.
"Sis, you misunderstood," Nawaki quickly tried to cover.
"I just remembered something amusing."
Nawaki's face immediately turned serious.
He knew from experience.
If he actually smiled now, he wouldn't escape a beating.
"Hmph～ You'd better remember that."
Tsunade withdrew her gaze. Her intimidation had done the trick.
Next, Tsunade drank until she'd had her fill.
Even the main dish was just a bowl of porridge.
"That's enough. I'll switch with Kawaki now."
Tsunade stomped off in a huff. That meal hadn't been satisfying at all.
"Go ahead."
Mito waved her off like swatting away a fly.
"Pfft!"
Nawaki finally couldn't hold it anymore and burst out laughing.
"Nawaki, you've got one coming."
Tsunade threw those parting words behind her as she walked away.
"Can't you show a little restraint?"
Misaki looked disappointed, like unyielding iron refusing to be forged. He definitely deserved whatever was coming to him.
"Hahaha～ Couldn't help it."
Since he was getting beat up either way, Nawaki figured he might as well laugh.
"Brave man."
Minato said two words that expressed complete admiration for Nawaki.
"My pleasure, my pleasure."
These two rascals actually started chatting like this.
Everyone was amused. Didn't every family have its own pair of troublemakers?
"Just gave me soup and porridge to eat."
"Poor you."
As soon as Tsunade returned, she started complaining to Kawaki.
"It's all for your own good. It'll get better after some time."
"Then you can eat whatever you want."
"And I'll keep you company for several good drinks."
Kawaki only dared offer verbal comfort, though. If he tried giving Tsunade actual food, Mito would definitely punish him.
"Yeah right, easy for you to say."
Tsunade knew her situation all too well. If she kept breastfeeding continuously, she'd need to maintain dietary restrictions for at least another ten months to a year.
Dear Lord, help me!
"I…"
Kawaki was about to say something else when interrupted by Ginji's crying.
"Wet again?"
That was Tsunade's immediate thought.
Kawaki stepped forward and picked up Ginji, feeling the cloth but finding it dry.
Still not entirely sure, he lifted it up for inspection and confirmed no wetness.
That left only one possibility.
"Must be hungry."
"See?"
Kawaki glanced at Tsunade's sizable breasts.
"Give me the child. Close the door."
With Kawaki present, Tsunade wasn't shy at all and began loosening her clothes.
"Got it."
Kawaki handed Ginji over quickly, then shut the door just as fast.
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As for himself, he certainly wouldn't go outside.
"Do you have milk now?"
Kawaki's question was purely redundant.
"How should I know?"
"Let's try feeding Ginji first."
Tsunade exposed her sizable breasts and brought Ginji closer.
Sucking was a baby's natural reflex. The moment Ginji got close, he started trying to suckle.
Watching Ginji take the nipple into his mouth, Kawaki adjusted the position slightly.
"Let him latch on deeper."
Tsunade looked at Kawaki without speaking. What did a man know about this anyway?
"I did read some parenting books in advance!!"
Kawaki wasn't making things up here. There were still books inside the room.
Gently pressing Ginji's head, Tsunade guided him closer.
"Do you feel it yet?"
Kawaki saw Tsunade frown but didn't know what the result was.
"It looks like it's coming out."
Tsunade faintly felt waves of warmth. Feeling Ginji swallow along with it, she realized she'd need to watch her diet for a while.
"I knew you'd be fine."
"After all, my size isn't just for show."
Kawaki grinned shamelessly, his eyes fixed on Ginji.
"Not a single kind word ever comes out of your mouth."
Tsunade rolled her eyes. This guy definitely deserved a punch.
After about ten minutes, Ginji appeared to be full.
He spit out the grape and started to feel drowsy again.
Tsunade wasn't just big—she also had plenty to offer. One round was enough to satisfy him.
"Here, let me take him."
Kawaki took Ginji and placed him back in the cradle while Tsunade redressed herself.
"You go eat something now."
At this point, Tsunade could already feel one of her large breasts starting to feel uncomfortably full.
This kid still has such a small appetite—what would happen later on?
"Sure, I'll come back after eating."
Kawaki left, opening the door and walking away, unaware that he might need another feeding session when he got back.
When the time came, Kawaki had no choice but to bite the bullet.
Man, it was seriously gross.
It almost made him spit up everything he'd just eaten.
Which only made Tsunade mock and scold him further.
Unbelievable! If he disliked it now, he might actually hit her tomorrow!
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