The autumn wind brushed past their fingertips. The people from Konoha stood atop one of the few hills in the Land of Fire, gazing toward the horizon.
At the point where the Sky Curtain met the earth, a dark line had appeared.
"This place is nice."
Looking over the boundless plains, Hashirama praised the Anbu among the group.
Reto pressed his lips together, swallowing down the envy rising within him before asking hesitantly, "There has to be some limit to such a vast area, right?"
"For the first round of cultivation, let Kokuō run to her heart's content."
Hashirama, holding the scroll that sealed the Tailed Beast, answered as he pressed both hands against the sealing formula.
"Why the Three-Tails?"
"The soil needs to be turned before planting!"
Holding the vessel that sealed Isobu, Hashirama explained to the questioning voice.
With a swish, Hashirama tore the Sealing Talisman from the bottom of the tea kettle, and crimson Tailed Beast chakra instantly wrapped around his arm.
The surging chakra seemed to possess a will of its own, gathering into a crimson river that flowed down toward the plain below.
Roar!
Having condensed his body, Isobu planted his four feet on the plain and raised his head to stare at the man standing on the hill. A rumbling voice emerged from beneath his thorn-covered jaw. "Hashirama, I've never heard of aquatic creatures plowing fields."
"You already knew?"
Caught off guard, Hashirama looked at the three restlessly swaying tails and asked uncertainly.
"Kokuō and Chomei already told me. I can't do this job!"
"You can!" Hashirama's voice suddenly rose. "I still remember the time you wrapped your entire body in your shell and destroyed Wood Release! You're perfectly suited for turning the soil!"
The atmosphere suddenly reached a stalemate.
Isobu glared with his