"...If everything goes smoothly, then in the end, I'll need the Shukaku inside you to communicate with Three-Tails Isobu for me. I hope it can move its habitat to the eastern waters of the Land of Hot Water."
"Of course, if it can't adapt to seawater, Demon Hidden Village will open up a special..."
"I was a failure. I hardly paid attention to whether the sun was shining or not, because I had no time.
"My parents couldn't support me, and I wasn't well educated. I searched for a future alone in the city.
"I found many jobs, but none of them hired me. Maybe no one liked someone who wasn't good at talking, didn't enjoy socializing, and hadn't shown enough ability.
"I went three whole days eating only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Luckily, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement instead of going outside to endure the unusually cold winter winds.
"Finally, I found a job, keeping watch at a hospital at night—watching over the morgue.
"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The wall lamps in the corridors weren't lit, and everything was dim. I could only rely on the faint light spilling from the rooms to see where I was stepping.
"The smell there was awful. Every so often, a dead person would be delivered in a body bag, and we would work together to carry them into the morgue.
"It wasn't a good job, but at least I could afford bread. I could also use my free time at night to study. After all, no one wanted to come to the morgue unless a body needed to be delivered or taken away for cremation. Of course,