Across the vast plain, the countless haystacks piled up from waves upon waves of wheat formed another kind of Mount Huaguo for the Four-Tails.
Even so, he still needed to treat it with caution.
The crops bathed in the setting sun gleamed brightly. The abundant grains on the wheat stalks made him set down the scythe in his hand.
A heartfelt sense of satisfaction appeared on his blue-faced, fang-toothed visage. Part of the credit for this piled-up harvest belonged to him.
"The wheat from the earlier harvests has already filled the granaries. Once this batch is processed and put on the market, should we call it Tailed Beast Flour?"
Rikusei suggested this to the red giant ape sitting beside a haystack, shielding himself from the slanting sunlight as he gulped down fruit wine.
"Ah~"
Son Goku wiped the fruit brew from his lips and slightly opened his mouth, letting out a comfortable sigh from the depths of his heart. The fine wine in the wooden barrel in his hand gave off wave after wave of fragrance, sending his thoughts drifting.
The several years since being sealed away had been no more than an instant in the millennia-long lives of Tailed Beasts.
But—
The strange and bizarre experiences of those years had already overwritten the memories of the previous millennium.
When he had learned from Kokuō that Konoha's ninjas intended to make them farm—
After that information spread among the Tailed Beasts, he had not been the only one left with extremely complicated feelings. Those ninjas were actually not using their tremendous power to wage wars and plunge into conflict.
A lingering sense of loss still hung over his heart. He was a Tailed Beast capable of shattering mountains and splitting the earth!
"Glug, glug."
The sweet brew washed over his