"Nicely done!"
Resting in the shade, the Three-Tails watched the white mist rising from Kokuō's body, his deep voice carrying a hint of envy.
When it came to natural physique, he simply could not compare.
All he could do was look at his relatively short forelimbs and slow his breathing. The dust in the air could choke a turtle to death.
Back where she had started, Kokuō shook her head, and the chakra threads wrapped around her neck dispersed. Gazing with satisfaction at the results of her hard work, she said, "Pulling an iron plow is a bit troublesome, but it is still much better than running around aimlessly and burning off excess energy."
Rikusei, who had stood on the wooden platform and watched the entire process, understood from her self-reflective words that she had found her own purpose.
If ordinary people saw this scene, their fixed impression of the tailed beasts would surely change drastically.
It was such a waste to use tailed beasts with such massive bodies solely for violence.
Looking into the distance, he spotted a crowd gathered by the roadside on the vast plain.
Weren't they the perfect material for public opinion? He looked toward the Hokage, who had jumped down from the Wood Golem Form and was walking toward the Three-Tails, then turned to his own languid department head.
"Interview the onlookers in the distance?"
Nara Shikahira, who also served as editor-in-chief of the Konoha Daily, stroked his thick stubble as he considered the feasibility of the plan.
Byakuren, who had overheard their conversation, offered his opinion. "If we want to use the tailed beasts reasonably, we really should break those fixed impressions."
Ishikawa, whose chakra output had been too intense, bent over at the waist. His words came with the sound of his joints