Where Did the Promised Merchant Ship Go?

Kurama had completely lost himself in play up ahead.

His two front paws took turns smashing through the ice, while his nine tails whipped into afterimages, spinning as fast as propellers.

Whenever his front paws could not break through thick ice, he turned around and swept it aside with his tails.

When he encountered stretches of sea packed with broken ice, he simply lay down and started dog-paddling.

His four paws frantically scraped across the ice in turns, sending seawater and chunks of ice flying dozens of meters into the air before they came crashing down.

The huge tongue blown sideways by the sea wind would not even retract, making him look exactly like an oversized golden retriever let loose from its cage and rolling around in mud.

Ye stood at the bow and watched the scene, the corner of his mouth twitching repeatedly.

The Shinobi World's number one natural disaster had somehow found pure joy in scraping ice.

Inside the cabin, Rin suddenly pressed a hand to her abdomen, her brows slowly knitting together.

The seal's location was faintly heating up. It was not pain, but an intense restlessness.

She closed her eyes and sank into her consciousness space, where she saw Isobu pacing back and forth around the iron gate at the edge of the seal.

His three massive tails irritably slapped at the pooled water, while the spikes on his turtle shell flickered on and off.

Through Rin's senses, he could clearly see the vast frozen sea outside.

Those gentle eyes stared fixedly toward the direction where Kurama was frolicking beyond the space.

He looked as aggrieved as a cat locked at home by its owner, hearing the neighbor's dog being taken out for a walk.

"I want to go out and get some fresh air too.