"Woo~woo~Rain Divine... I beg you... save us... ah!"
Hearing the cries in the wind, the Samurai of Divine Stone City, with blood-red eyes from the slaughter, finally regained some sense. Samurai Captain Ñuu, holding a long spear, came in front of Camp Commander Rich. He glanced at the chieftain's head in Rich's hand, thought of the opponent's bravery in battle, and slightly restrained his murderous intent. Ñuu lowered his long spear and bowed his head.
"Leader Big Bird, the Mexica Legion Commander said that the spoils of the Divine Water Tribe belong to us!"
Samurai Captain Ñuu lifted his head, looked reverently at the Wolf Banner of the North. The powerful Mexica army in the North had indeed not moved at all, without any attempt to seize the spoils. Seeing this, a strong yearning welled up in his slightly red eyes, and he swallowed hard.
