Naruto watched his son with narrowed eyes, his lips pouting childishly and his arms crossed over his chest.

Okay, Isamu, let's come to an agreement. You take them for a year, and then give them to me. After all, I... Ouch!

The guy exclaimed when he was hit on the top of the head and looked over at his wife, who was breastfeeding their newborn child.

Dattebayo!

He rubbed his sore head, and then, as if nothing had happened, he smiled brightly and kissed his wife on the cheek. And then he looked at his son again.

And in general, little one, I was the first to occupy this chest... Ay! I got it, I got it! Don't hit me anymore, dattebayo!