Wasn't this just a wheat stalk?!
At the outer edge of the field, an elongated wheat stalk had wrapped tightly around his arm, leaving him unable to move.
"Damn it."
He swung his other arm, clenching his fist as he punched at Yamato's face.
"Ah... you seem determined to ignore the gap between us."
Another stalk of wheat suddenly lengthened and coiled around the arm he had swung at Yamato.
Then two more stalks wrapped around his legs.
Unable to move, the leader suddenly panicked.
"What did you do to me?"
He roared.
The wheat had begun absorbing the chakra inside his body.
As it absorbed his chakra, the wheat began to change color.
Its vibrant green began turning golden.
The immature ears began to fill out.
Then the wheat ripened!
Yamato walked up to the leader.
His underlings were tugging at the wheat stalks wrapped around him, but the moment they saw Yamato approach, they all backed away in fright.
Yamato gripped a ripe ear of wheat and stripped it with one pull.
Every ripe grain came off, leaving none behind.
He put the wheat into his vest pocket.
He stripped the other three ears in the same way and pocketed their grains as well.
His movements were exceptionally practiced.
"..."
Watching this, the leader's underlings exchanged glances, unsure what to do next.
Just who was this man, anyway?
Not only did he dress like a farmer, he acted like one too.
"Who exactly are you?"
Drained to the point of exhaustion, the leader asked weakly.
"Me?"
"I'm just a farmer."
Who would believe that?!
"I'm telling you, the Daimyo of the Land of Earth sent me! If you dare hurt me, no one can save you!"
Yamato scratched his head. The man hadn't frightened him.
But his identity