"Gulp, gulp."
Gamamaru lounged lazily on the grass, vigorously shaking the few remaining drops of sake in the bottle downward. Once they fell precisely into his mouth, he let out a satisfied sigh.
"Ah~"
"The wine in the Shinobi World is getting more and more flavorful."
Wiping the moisture from the corner of his mouth, Gamamaru leisurely enjoyed the afternoon at Mount Myoboku. This kind of Shinobi World seemed rather nice.
"Hm?"
As Gamamaru prepared to open another small bottle of liquor, he suddenly caught a long-lost chakra signature. His expression instantly shifted from lazy to grave.
It was coming from Konoha's direction?
"Pop~"
Gamamaru sensed the direction of the chakra without stopping what he was doing. After pulling out the cork wedged deep in the bottle's mouth, his solemn expression abruptly relaxed after he leisurely took several gulps.
He knew this chakra far too well.
It belonged to Hagoromo, that old comrade who had once fought alongside him.
In human terms, he had probably risen from the dead.
But that guy had never fully died. He was in a special state, half-alive and half-dead.
"Burp."
Gamamaru stuck out his long tongue and discreetly wiped the moisture from his lips as he opened his mouth to let out the fumes of alcohol.
Mm.
So it was the new wine from the Tailed Beast Farm. No wonder it was so strong—it had quite the kick!
Now that Hagoromo had come to the Shinobi World, he definitely had to taste some ninja wine before going back.
A glint flashed through his pale eyes as he stared at his drunken reflection on the convex surface filled with fine liquor.
"It's perfectly normal for prophecies to be wrong once in a while. The future is unpredictable, after all."
His barely audible murmur was instantly