Thousands of troops bowed their heads, tens of thousands fell silent, and the wooden fortress was engulfed in tranquility. His Highness' voice, like a summons from the Heavenly Divine, echoed in the ears of all the samurai.
Upon hearing the summons, a young samurai strode out from the ranks managing the tribespeople. He was in his early twenties, of average stature, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, his eyebrows angled upward like swords, and his eyes shone like stars. Within two or three steps, he arrived before Xiulote, knelt on one knee, offered a loud and respectful greeting, his spirit soaring.
"Your Highness, Toltec from Tepanecapan salutes you! May you soar high like a golden eagle, hunting the world!"
At these words, Xiulote laughed heartily. Although he had grown more somber over the year, the youthful spirit within him remained undimmed. Seeing such a vibrant and spirited demeanor among his followers pleased him greatly.