Kisame nodded, considered, then picked the kid up. Didn't sling him over a shoulder, or cradle him, just lifted by the hips and set him on a shoulder. "Grayson! We'll be right back, gonna get wood!" He said, half over his unoccupied shoulder heading for the grove.
Duo didn't protest. Kisame didn't really thing that was a good sign. He set the kid down on the first jutting granite rock, gave him a pat on the head, and started cutting down trees. Well, he was using the blade of his hand. That counted as cutting, right?
"That other you was in the chest of a god. Think the ancients woulda called you their messiah, if they'd known that? Hero reborn, all that shit?" he asked,starting to tear the branches off the now prone twisted dead pine.