Land of Earth, Iwagakure.
Rōshi was preparing dinner for himself at home, no different from usual.
He had learned how to cook when he was very young.
It was not because Rōshi had been naturally sensible. His parents had died before he could remember them, so cooking was a survival skill for him.
It was also related to his identity as a Jinchuriki. As a Jinchuriki, Rōshi was basically hated by everyone in Iwagakure.
It was not as though anyone put something extra in his food, but seeing everyone wear such sour expressions killed his appetite.
So Rōshi usually bought groceries and cooked for himself.
After all, when buying groceries, Rōshi could pick out the ingredients himself without worrying about getting poor-quality produce.
However, despite his extensive cooking experience, Rōshi made quite a few mistakes today. He burned the fish, and the soup was terribly seasoned.
"Ōnoki, is this your choice?" Rōshi wore a complicated expression as he finished the burned fish and took a sip of the overly salty vegetable soup.
The Anbu had not disappeared. They had merely been replaced by a different group.
Looking at it from a darker angle, perhaps they were stronger Anbu sent to stop him from truly escaping.
Rōshi let out a deep sigh and began clearing away the dishes.
"Should I leave?" Rōshi asked Four-Tails in his heart.
Rōshi was still hesitant.
He was not an indecisive person, but this was a major matter—for both himself and Iwagakure.
Rōshi was stubborn, not incapable of thinking.
If he ran away now, it would be no small blow to Iwagakure.
To a Ninja Village, a Jinchuriki was not merely a top-tier combatant.
A Jinchuriki exerted extraordinary suppressive power over ninja forces.
A Tailed Beast Bomb capable of easily destroying mountains could be fired several