This is a story from a long time ago. There lived an old couple in a place. The grandfather went up the mountain to collect some firewood, and the grandmother went to the river to wash clothes - (process omitted) Although Momotaro killed the ghost, he learned that there seemed to be ghosts in foreign countries... So he crossed the sea. It is commendable that the ghost was killed, and it is gratifying that everyone was saved. The only thing that made him dissatisfied was that he had not yet enjoyed the joy of killing. This story describes another possibility... If there is more than one big peach flowing down the river... If the peach that flows into the Japanese river is just one of the tens of thousands...