"The first snowfall in October came so early?... This vast northern dense forest truly is bitterly cold..."
The Kingdom's longship stayed outside the ruins of the Nurgan Metropolitan Authority for a full five days, welcoming the first snow of the Outer Northeast. Zuwaro lingered in the camp of the Maha tribe, eventually consuming tiger-whip and gritting his teeth to learn several lessons in a foreign language. He sadly realized his strength was inferior to the women of the Fish-Skin Tribe, to the point of completely losing initiative...
"Oh Chief Divine! To establish close connections with the local Fish-Skin Tribe, I am willing to devote myself to you!..."
"Haha! Zuwaro! My sister likes you, so does my niece! But, they are strong hunters of the tribe, they cannot follow you! You can leave a few names, if someone truly bears your child, they can be put to use..."
