Eight-Tails Eats a Lemon

Matatabi the Two-Tails nodded. "That's right. Kanami's standards for me are just that low."

"And he doesn't even care that much about me. How should I put it? You could say he trusts me."

"Whenever he goes to do something, he basically never insists on taking me along or confining me somewhere."

Gyūki the Eight-Tails: ???

That made even less sense to him.

Throughout the ages, when had any ninja ever truly trusted a Tailed Beast?

They basically all treated them as the village's strongest weapons.

The reason they did not dare let them roam free was because they feared the Tailed Beasts would go berserk and destroy the village.

But if someone possessed such immense power, would they lock that person in a cage?

Of course not, because they trusted that person's character and believed they would not casually destroy the village.

Yet even if the Tailed Beasts genuinely had no intention of destroying a village, no one would trust them. They would only restrain them.

"I don't believe you. I think you're lying to me."

It was no wonder Gyūki said that. He had lived like this for so many years; how could he believe a Tailed Beast could truly have such a good life?

Then what had all his miserable years been for?

Matatabi shook her head and turned to leave. "I've said what I came to say. Seeing you made me feel strangely close. Now that we've talked this much, that's about enough. I should go back for my afternoon nap."

"Oh, and if you want to eat, you can come out and have a meal too. Lord Kanami's wife, Hinata Hyuga, is also a very good cook."

"Oh, right." She suddenly remembered something and stopped. "Let me remind you: even if you want to destroy