Chapitre 62: Chapter 49 Waiting_2

Xiulote watched for a while, feeling an odd sense of familiarity: wasn't this just like the Japanese hiragana and katakana? Both were acquired from the Celestial Empire during the tribal era as a phonetic understanding of their own language, and they would ultimately follow a similar path towards integrating Huaxia culture and developing their own civilization.

And as the evening mist blurred the surroundings and daylight hid behind the clouds, the young man would stand atop the riverbank hill, gazing as the Long River flowed westward into the ocean of his memories; watching the Naval Forces of both sides intertwine on the water, sparring like the Mori clan, then dispersing, the Militia retrieving the fallen ships, heading back to camp to eat.

This sudden tranquility left Xiulote somewhat perplexed.