After Saitama, Goku, and the others left the restaurant, the atmosphere inside suddenly slackened.
Yuto watched as Ainz and Rimuru departed once again.
In truth, he wanted to go and watch the battle between Saitama and Goku himself, but there were still plenty of things to handle in the restaurant, so he could only ask Ainz or Rimuru to record it for him.
He felt the two of them should be capable of that much.
Fortunately, Ainz agreed.
The Sixth Floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick ca with its own recording function, since it had once been used as the dueling ground for the old ga mbers, so naturally the corresponding recording features existed.
After entrusting the matter to Ainz, Yuto returned to cooking.
At the mont, Erina and Hisako were sitting in the dining area, temporarily resting.
For a short while, the kitchen had once again beco Yuto's battlefield alone, though fortunately, there were not many dishes left to prepare.
Once he finished making the sashimi for Chi-Chi, Bulma, and the others, Yuto called Tohru over to serve the dishes.
After that, the only unfinished order left was Yuuka's flower cake, and judging by the ti, it would only need a few more minutes.
Yuto wiped his hands, then glanced at the remaining seafood.
Because of Goku and the others earlier, half of the fish had already disappeared.
If he hadn't persuaded them to stop, they probably would have eaten everything.
"This should still be enough, right?" Muttering to himself, Yuto walked out of the kitchen.
The dining area was still lively, though there was now a faint, indescribable atmosphere mixed in.
No matter what, the clash of pressure between Saitama and Goku had left an unforgettable impression on the custors, and the fact that everyone could accept it calmly was already impressive.
Yuuka and Yukari, for example, remained as composed as ever.
anwhile, Chen was still in Ran's arms, nervously clutching at the clothes over Ran's chest.
After all, Chen was still a young youkai, and after receiving that kind of shock, she naturally could not compare to the great youkai.
Her small hands gripped the kitsune girl's collar tightly enough to wrinkle it, and incidentally caused a few soft ripples as well.
Ran gently stroked Chen's hair, quietly comforting the little nekomata.
Reimu, on the other hand, had not taken what had just happened to heart at all.
As soone who slacked off whenever she could, why would she bother caring about that?
Honestly, wasn't the sashimi in front of her far more important?
The extrely frugal shrine maiden ate the sashimi strand by strand.
Even when given a whole slice of fish, she insisted on tearing it into thin strips before eating it.
This was called savoring the food. It definitely wasn't because she was poor or anything like that.
She dipped a strip into soy sauce, added just a little wasabi, and then—
Ah.
Delicious!
Reimu had already made up her mind that when she went back today, she was absolutely going to show off to Marisa.
Oh, right.
Marisa was currently strung up sowhere.
But that was fine.
What did Marisa being strung up have to do with Reimu showing off?
The corner of Reimu's mouth curled into a wicked little smile, and when Yuto noticed it, he couldn't help wondering what kind of shady idea this shrine maiden was entertaining.
anwhile, Suika, Yuugi, and Lucoa, who had devoted themselves entirely to drinking, were now playing a drinking ga.
Whoever lost had to down a massive bowl of liquor, and the amount in that bowl would have been a lethal dose for an ordinary human.
For these three non-human won, however, it was nothing at all. Nothing worth worrying about, really.
Kanna was listening to Shoko talk about school, and a faint trace of longing gradually appeared in her eyes.
Fafnir, as always, continued playing his ga in lonely silence, while Kaguya and Hayasaka sat with impeccable elegance.
They had already finished the dishes prepared for them, but neither of them seed willing to leave so early.
"Right, Kaguya-san," Yuto suddenly rembered sothing.
The mont he called her, Kaguya imdiately lifted her head and looked toward him.
"What is it, Kamisaka-kun?" she sounded a little puzzled, and her reaction was just a fraction slower than usual.
Seeing that, the maid beside her could only continue feeling quietly disappointed at how hopeless her mistress was in these matters.
"Ainz and Rimuru have sothing they'd like to ask of you." What Yuto had rembered was the topic Ainz and Rimuru had brought up about equipping themselves with modern weapons.
Kaguya tilted her head a little blankly.
"Nani?"
That unconscious gesture of hers was extrely cute!
A cute cat tilting its head was enough to stir affection in people, but compared to a cat, the Kaguya before him might have been even more adorable.
Yuto felt as though sothing had struck him lightly in the chest, though in the next instant, he managed to compose himself again.
After all, he was already a seasoned veteran who had grown used to seeing all kinds of beautiful girls!
However, that tiny shift in emotion was caught completely by Hayasaka, who had been observing Yuto all this ti in order to better find an opportunity.
As for what kind of opportunity she was looking for, that was not sothing she could say out loud, in any case, it was all for the sake of her young lady!
'I see. So the Boss likes this kind of thing...' Hayasaka's mind seed to clear slightly, and in an instant, countless new ideas appeared in her head.
"Ainz and Rimuru want to purchase so... weapons." Yuto felt a little awkward as he explained Ainz and Rimuru's idea to Kaguya.
Speaking so openly about buying modern weapons was, even when it had nothing to do with him personally, still rather embarrassing.
Yet Kaguya accepted his words with surprising calmness.
That reaction made Yuto a little shocked.
'Wait, does the Shinomiya family really deal in arms?' His thoughts imdiately began wandering in strange directions.
"All right, I understand. In that case, why don't we discuss it after Ainz-san and Rimuru-san return?"
After thinking for a mont, Kaguya smiled and replied.
She knew who Ainz and Rimuru were, and her way of addressing them was properly respectful.
Yuto nodded.
In any case, he wasn't the one buying weapons; passing along the ssage was enough.
At that mont, however, waves were quietly rising in Kaguya's heart.
A request from Ainz and Rimuru was, for her, also an opportunity in its own way.
The Shinomiya family was indeed involved in part of the arms business. But authority over that portion... was in her elder brother's hands.
While Yuto was speaking with Kaguya, Chi-Chi was off to the side, lecturing her son.
"Listen carefully, Gohan. In the future, you are going to take your university entrance exams and beco an elite student, so you can't keep casually getting interested in fighting like before!" Chi-Chi's tone was stern and serious.
Beside her, Gohan lowered his head with a helpless and dispirited expression.
He had originally wanted to go with Piccolo to watch the battle, but his mother had directly pressed him back into his seat.
Faced with his mother nagging, even Piccolo hadn't dared to say much.
"Okay, I understand, Mom," Gohan answered with great helplessness.
Only then did Chi-Chi's expression soften sowhat, and a few traces of gentleness and resignation appeared on her face.
"Gohan, Mom really doesn't want you facing enemies anymore. Things like that should be left to your father. Let's focus properly on getting into university, all right?"
There was a hint of sadness in Chi-Chi's words.
She had already worried enough over the love of her life, and now she truly could not accept the thought of her own child going onto the battlefield as well.
Saiyans were supposedly born to fight by nature.
She didn't care about any of that.
Her son was her son, and as for that so-called Saiyan fate of being born for battle, she would never acknowledge it.
"Mm. I'll study hard!" Gohan expressed his attitude to his mother with great seriousness.
Watching that scene from the side, Yuto felt sothing stir in his heart.
He rembered the scene when his own mother had first heard that he wanted to learn cooking.
There had been the sa complaints, the sa unwillingness to accept it. Back then, he had still been young, and anger had occupied most of his heart.
Only later did he co to understand what his mother had been like at the ti.
She really had been short-sighted.
She truly hadn't been well educated, and she genuinely hadn't understood how society was developing.
Perhaps she had said many wrong things and misunderstood many things.
But from beginning to end, she had loved him.
For a mont, Yuto couldn't help sighing with emotion.
Chi-Chi noticed his gaze.
Although she was a woman, she had also trained in martial arts, so she was extrely sensitive to other people's eyes on her.
She turned to look at Yuto, and a hint of apology appeared on her face before she stood up.
"Boss, my husband has caused you trouble. I'm very sorry."
"It's all right. It was only a small matter." Yuto waved his hand with a light smile, gently refusing her apology.
Although the clash of pressure between Saitama and Goku in the restaurant earlier had indeed caused the other guests a little trouble, it was still only a small matter, and he didn't take it to heart.
Hearing Yuto say that, Chi-Chi let out a relieved breath.
"Goku has always liked competing with others in martial arts. There's really nothing that can be done about it."
The one sitting beside Chi-Chi and Gohan was a woman with blue hair, dressed rather lightly, with a youthful and beautiful face.
Yuto rembered that this woman was called Bulma, one of Goku's good friends.
"Sigh, there really isn't anything else in Goku's head anymore. I told him several days ago to go get a driver's license, but he keeps putting it off!" Chi-Chi complained about her husband.
Bulma seed amused by that. "Goku taking a driving test? Maybe it's better if he doesn't. Just imagining that scene already feels impossible to accept. Hahahaha..."
Bulma had a frank and cheerful personality, and her relationship with Chi-Chi and the others was clearly excellent.
Even though she spoke about Goku that way, Chi-Chi didn't show the slightest sign of anger.
Instead, she sighed as though she agreed completely.
"Why don't I handle it? I can just arrange a driver's license for Goku directly. My family is a major shareholder in an automobile examination company anyway."
"No, no, absolutely not. Goku has to take the test himself. Otherwise, if he doesn't know anything, he'll end up hitting soone!" Chi-Chi decisively refused Bulma's help.
She understood her husband all too well.
If things really went the way Bulma suggested, then perhaps Goku would soon be wanted by the police for all kinds of traffic accidents.
Listening to their conversation, Yuto also began thinking.
From what Bulma had just said, he understood imdiately.
'Oh. So she was rich too.'
"All right then. Boss, could I trouble you for another sashimi set?" Bulma smiled helplessly and looked toward Yuto, ordering another set.
Although her family was the richest in the world, this was still the first ti she had tasted food as delicious as tonight's dishes!
"Of course." Yuto turned and entered the kitchen again.
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